(Vincent 1stPOV)
I launched my body towards the goblins. The images of training with my mother flowed through my memory. There were more goblins now. I rose my arms to chest height I tensed my lower body before leaping into the chest of the goblin to the far right.
They were standing with shield users in front and spearmen in the back. I thrusted my knee towards the sternum of a goblin, which lacked a shield and only had a wooden club.
The feeling of its ribs crunching with my knee's impact made me feel a burning pleasure within my body. I didn't stop with a single knee and tried to follow up by grabbing its neck with my molten claws.
*Sssst*
His flesh melted into a liquid the moment my claws touched him. It was like butter left in the afternoon sun. 'Ahh! I can feel his life slipping away. His former power is flowing into my body!' Now that I had awakened as a daemon, I could feel my racial talent working more clearly.
The claws were not just hot, but extremely sharp. I had severed his neck before I could clasp him properly. His head and body falling to the ground with a thud.
*Thud!*
I felt a sharp impact on my side. My body pivoted to find a goblin shuddering in terror had hit me with the blunted sword, only leaving my skin slightly red and tearing my shirt. He tried to pull back his shaking sword to attack once more. My claw ripped through his arm as he squealed in pain.
"You really shouldn't have done that. It hurts when you hit someone."
My leg snapped out, colliding with the goblin's chin, ripping it clean off. I watched as the poor goblins flew back like a bullet and slammed into the shield bearing goblins as they fell to the ground.
The power of my body was now on par with a level 10 and a few monsters could withstand my blows. I adjusted my stance and placed my eyes on the terrified goblins.
'I am pretty lucky they are afraid of me. Otherwise, I'd have taken some serious damage. I've ruined my shirt though...'
I grasped my shirt and ripped it clean off to reveal my slightly tanned body with perfectly defined muscles. Below the skin, it was like a solid plate was constantly moving around to protect me from damage. I had clearly stepped away from a regular humanoid. freewe(b)novel.com
'Hmmm, I should probably stop wearing clothes on my upper body. The spikes on my back have also pierced through.' I thought.
"Are you guys going to attack? Or shall I attack first?" I asked the goblins like a gentleman.
(Vincent 1st POV end)
His body stood in a martial art pose, with his arms held at chest height like a Muay Thai pose. Vincent took a deep breath as his eyes watched the goblins regain their posture. Three shield users and two spearmen left.
A flame burned within his body and coated him in a crimson hue. It spiralled around him like a serpent. 'I don't know any skills other than basic ones. He pondered if he should just go with it and use the gauntlets.
The goblins dashed towards him, taking his lack of movement as fear. The shield users were not stupid as they held the large wooden rectangles, protecting their weak points.
"You know, the fact you trust in a wooden shield against someone who's on fire is rather stupid. Nice try for a goblin, though."
Vincent had chosen his first target. He flashed forwards, throwing both hands blazing with fire, slamming into the chest and lower abdomen of the middle shield goblin. Its wooden shield attempted to block the blow.
Alas, with a loud crack, it split into pieces and burnt into a cinder. Vincent's fists embedded themself into the goblin's fleshy body, causing it to char from the intense heat as he penetrated through to his organs. He snapped back his arms and used the thick black plating to protect himself from the oncoming blades from his flanks with deep clanging noises.
The goblins fell back as he reflected their rusted swords, now had deep chipped marks on them. Two fierce spear tips thrusted towards him like lightning. His head bent to the side to dodge one. Then swung backwards to avoid the other.
'This feels so good!'
Vincent grasped the two swordsmen with their faces in his hands. He burned the shape of his large hands into their flesh. The screams of the goblins muted by his palms. His power lifted the two off the ground and slammed them together. They let out a muffled groan as the impact snapped their arms.
He hung the two in front of him to allow the spearmen to impale their own kind. The sound of their tips piercing the goblins was music to Vincent's ears. A crooked smile filled his face as he took enjoyment in the man handling the goblins.
The desire to die filled the goblin's eye. Vincent didn't care; he threw them away in an arc. The two spearmen tried to dodge, but the swordsmen flew towards me at high speed. It caught them off guard after lunging their spears into their brethren.
'Earlier, Efrita used a pretty cool move. I what should I name it? Let's try to imitate it.'
Flames rippled around his body like a rock thrown into a lake. This was his first attempt to create his own skill. Unlike spells that needed a chant. Skills needed a powerful image or practise.
'Remember Efrita, her mana, how it moved? Improve it, mould it to my style.' freeweb(n)ovel.co(m)
He was taking deep, powerful breaths. The goblins had slowly climbed to their feet. The impact made them feel a concussion. They wish to never be reborn inside this dungeon again. Fear dominated their vision and minds. All they could see was a giant daemon of fire, its large body filled with spikes and countless horrifying eyes.
Vincent had gathered most of his mana in his mouth. Over 5 seconds to charge a spell is ridiculous. His head snapped back as the flame formed a spiked spiral, unlike Efrita's ball. It was pointing towards the front of him.
"[Ruina]"
His head slammed down as the flaming spike shot towards the goblins faster than a bullet. It shot through the air, a spiked spiral with flames tracing after it. The spiral penetrated the goblin shield user at the front and burrowed into his chest. He thought it was a failure.
Then the goblin swelled up. A strange cry came from its mouth as it bled profusely from its eyes, nose, and mouth. The other goblins moved towards their brother to check his condition. It pulsated with a strange ripple of heat emitting from its body.
'It's going to blow! Shit!' Vincent saw the flames flicker from the goblin's mouth before a flash blinded him. He covered his eyes to block the light as a force hit him and sent him flying several feet backwards.
There was an eruption of flames. Then a colossal blast occurred. The sound was almost deafening. It was so great it had even drawn Efrita's attention. Vincent's eyes narrowed at the destructive power of his attack. The goblins vanished into dust, not even cinders remained. His skill had left only their magic cores.
"Collapse is a fitting name for this skill."
[Killed Goblin Warrior - Level 5] x 14
[Gained 140 Expierence]
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[Vincent Schwartz] [18]
[Daemon of Wrath] [Stage - 1]
[Element: ALL] [Mana: 0/0]
[Summoner - Level 7] [EXP 248/250]
[Strength: 18 Agility: 8 Stamina: 11 Wisdom: 5 Intellect: 5]
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[Skill]
[Ruina: Blasts the target with a high temperature flaming spiral. Deal's 36 damage (200% Strength)]
Efrita was running over towards him with a joyful face. She was extremely proud to call him her lord. A Daemon couldn't copy another daemon's skill. They would have to adapt that skill to their own body and mana frequency. She watched his body taking deep breaths while holding his hands held onto his thighs. The heat was still dissipating from his body and mouth.
'He could cast his own spell just by mimicking me on his first try. Lord, why were you not born with a warrior's skill sooner?'
"Good job on your first fight as a vanguard. Tell me, did you enjoy it, darling?" She asked with a husky voice because of her being in her Sin form.
Vincent didn't reply; he just looked up at her. A massive deformed smile showing his sharp teeth and jubilation. His eyes filled with an intense desire to destroy and fight.
"Let's hunt some more goblins!"
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