Galaxy’s First Ruler - Chapter 285

KILL HIM.

NOW!

The green-haired noble shouted at the two Common Ranked Dreamers. Their eyes had widened in shock, and fear had gripped their ankles. The sight of losing their magical creatures had almost made them forget the Items in their hands, too.

Meuric was not the one who needed to be reminded of such an opportunity. The three noble Dreamers, behind the leader, had an ugly expressions on their faces. They took a step and Mana fluctuated about them, showing the impending use of Skills. The bow holding Dreamer nocked an arrow, guided by the muscle memories, and aimed at Meuric. The Dreamer beside him had some different types of memory in his muscles.

By the time the archer drew the bow, his candle had already vanished, and he was running away from his companion. No, not back. To his back there were nobles, and to his right, there was the archer’s fire. He made a run towards the river, or it was best to say he was running straight to Aldrich.

The Dreamer was thinking of Aldrich as an easy target, seeing him just standing dead in one place. Aldrich could sense the emotions of the Dreamer who was coming towards him. Out of all the emotions, Aldrich had only known Pain entirely so far. But his understanding of the Law of Devil made him feel and control emotions to a limited degree.

SUMMON!

SUMMON!

SUMMON!

All three nobles, except the leader, shouted and brought out their respective summons. Among them, there was a 6 ft high black mantis, a bull-bodied and boar-headed beast with two horns at the tips of its nose, and a strange but small werewolf.

Only the werewolf was at the boundary of Common and Rare Rank. Its fur was bright gray, and its eyes were of the shade of yellow and red. Even from afar, Aldrich could see its steel-like fangs and the steamy breath blurring the night’s dark.

Wings popped out of the mantis’ back and it lunged at Meuric. The bull-like enormous beast stampeded in Meuric’s direction, catching up to the mantis despite its size. The werewolf howled and growled and jumped on to the bull’s back as if riding the beast. Its menacing eyes had already marked Meuric’s towering figure. The blazing arrow was about to leave the bow, and the other vulture’s summoner had almost passed Meuric, too.

This wasn’t some made-up movie where the villains waited to act, letting the hero deal with them one by one. This was the world of RECORD.

This was mayhem.

Meuric knew he could take care of these two commoners easily. But then what about the coming beasts, and what about the three nobles behind them, who were taking out their respective Items to enhance the beasts?

The young boy couldn’t see any way through which he could survive this time. But there was a strange smile on his face. Unlike the last time, the pain he was experiencing had diminished the fear in his heart, along with the pity he had felt for himself.

Just as Meuric was about to lunge at the leader, thinking of taking him down, a chill surrounded everyone.

Houuuu!!!

The howling of an unfelt wind made both Dreamers and magical beasts shiver alike. The sound of the beasts’ growling, leaves’ rustling, and the waters’ flowing vanished. Silence reigned over the world long enough for anyone to doubt their sense of hearing. But this silence didn’t last long.

A voice rang out, coarse but melodic. A word came out, meaningful but incomprehensible.

“WRATH.”

A wave rippled out with Aldrich as the center. A wave of Law, and it enveloped all beings Aldrich wanted to succumb under it.

The archer suddenly turned, changing his aim from Meuric to the Level 12 Dreamer. As soon as the arrow left the bow, it hit the leader’s chest.

Boom!

The Dreamer, who had crossed Meuric, turned around and lunged at the archer. He took out the candle-like Item again and shoved it in one of the archer’s eyes.

Ahhhhhh!

The bull-like beast’s eyes rolled back into his head, and it suddenly jumped, planting the sharp horns into the mantis’ black exoskeleton. The werewolf frothed like a rabid dog and bit down over the boar head of the beast. Its teeth sunk deep like dozens of knives into a softened brick of butter.

Yet the worst was the mantis.

Under the influence of Wrath and pain, it lifted its scythe-like legs and hacked at the beast, whose horns had broken its body in half. The scythe also passed almost with no resistance, beheading the huge bull in one go. But this slash also caught the lower jaw of the werewolf, separating it from its head.

This was also mayhem.

Meuric was gobsmacked. The young boy had heard of miracles and had dreamed of doing miracles through his potions one day, too. But never had he seen such a thing, nor had he expected one. This seemed less of a miracle, and more the work of the fabled Devils.

-“Take care of the rest. Otherwise, don’t come back.”-

Aldrich’s words were like the touch of a sizzling hot rod, making the Potion Crafter come out of his stupor with a jerk. The three noble Dreamers had been taken aback by the sudden development, too. There was horror on their faces, and this horror had even made them forget to bring out their Items.

Aldrich knew Meuric didn’t know what had happened. But the boy had a queer nature, to begin with. A shiny silvery ball appeared in Meuric’s left hand, and he threw it in front of the three Dreamers.

It was the Rare Ranked Item, Sugaar’s Disco Ball.

A tiny sun rose from under the Dreamers’ feet, blinding them on the spot. Meuric, ignoring the blood flowing out of the hole in his right shoulder, dashed towards them. He could see the leader swatting away the fire covering him. He only had this moment to make a difference.

Meuric opened his mouth, and a word came out of his mouth. A word that Meuric must have never thought of saying out loud in this selection.

Aldrich heard the word, too, and for the first time, nodded in approval.

This word was…

“SUMMON.”