Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 570

Chapter 570: Raising Hell
Nevertheless, I couldn’t afford to marvel at the abilities of my enemies, for I had to kill them as swiftly as possible. It was not a given our three elites would win their battles, and I was worried for my ladies as well. The faster I ended these overgrown yellow kittens, the faster I could help my allies out.

To that end, I lunged at the nearest lion-kin. It was a female warrior based on the lack of mane around her neck. She was struggling to regain her footing amidst the icy terrain while shaking frost from her skin. However, even then, she had the presence of mind and swift reflexes that allowed her to raise her claws to block my incoming strike.

I was impressed that she managed to defend herself with how little preparation time she was allotted, but I wasn’t overly impressed by her defenses themselves. I wasn’t a hybrid build for a reason. The saber in my hand wasn’t a decoration, nor was it a mere soul storage artifact.

I was gripping its hilt with both hands and even poured my body weight into the swing. The blade tore through flesh, amputating her outstretched arm in a simple, brutal arc. Blood sprayed into the cold air as she roared in agony.

In one swift motion, I reversed my grip and slashed again. The first cut carved deep into her throat, severing key arteries. Her strength faltered as she gurgled on her own blood. My follow-up strike was clean and decisive, hitting the exact same spot, separating her head from the rest of her body. Her skull hit the ground with a loud thud, followed by the rest of her.

[You’ve slain level 30 Ilyza. You’ve gained 3,819 XP.]

[40,821 -> 44,640]

3,819 XP compared to the 2,510 XP the previous level 30 lion-kin gave me; the dynamic XP gain mechanics of the world were on proper display here. She was a greater challenge to me than the previous lion with the same level; thus, I gained a lot more XP.

This phenomenon was crucial in stopping powerhouses from ‘farming’ lower-level, weaker beings than them while also heavily awarding those that won ‘David vs. Goliath’ fights.

With that being said, the current power level wasn’t everything that determined XP gain. Back when I steamrolled low-level goblins with no difficulty, I was getting a small fraction of what the lion-kin who I one-shotted a few moments ago, gave me.

Furthermore, if you caught an opponent sleeping or without activating all their self-boosting spells, they would give the same XP as if they were going all out. You were not punished for defeating a strong opponent easily. However, the large lion-kin’s roar that bolstered all his subordinates seemed to influence the dynamic XP gain mechanic.

It was all a bit strange to me, but my guess was that this leader’s spell not only gave them stats but also altered them biologically in a small way, at which point they gave more XP, as it was more than a simple buff. To put it simply, he gave them a small transformation, even if it didn’t show on their exterior.

Anyhow.

The remaining enemies started regrouping as the storm of frost and the cracking of the earth slowed down due to the spells’ duration soon running out.

It was time to raise hell.

“[Thunderclap Barrage], [Molten Rain], [Rockfall]!” I shouted in quick succession, unleashing a devastating trifecta of elemental destruction.

Bolts of lightning forked through the air, slamming into the beasts. Molten droplets rained from above, scorching fur and flesh alike. Boulders materialized out of thin air, and gravity did the rest, crushing anything unfortunate enough to be beneath them.

The battlefield around me transformed into an arena of raw devastation. The cost, however, was steep—casting so many high-tier spells in rapid succession drained my mana reserves at an alarming rate.

Still, it was worth it.

Through the haze of destruction, I caught sight of multiple lion-kin collapsing amidst the mayhem. Three kill confirmations echoed in my system, followed by another for the beast whose chest was adorned with a gaping, deep gash from my saber’s strike I delivered while she was gawking at the display of my elemental might. Blood pooled beneath her twitching form before she lay still.

Five were dead, ten more remained, most already showing signs of injury. Burns, frostbite, and fractures marred their bodies. Their wild eyes had lost some of the fervor granted by their leader’s roar, replaced by desperation and pain.

From this point, it was just a matter of cleanup.

I moved methodically, blending spells with precise strikes from my blade. Some fell to the crackling bolts of lightning, others to my saber. One by one, they fell.

[Level: 27. XP 44,640/91,733] -> [Level: 27. XP 86,172/91,733]

Capture the souls of 1,000 level 20+ entities. 15/1,000

Capture the souls of 50 level 30+ entities. 8/50

Capture the souls of 1 level 40+ entity. 0/1

A smile crept onto my lips. What a good start to the beginning of my harvesting spree.

With that out of the way, I turned around and saw a group of people looking at me amusedly. “Super rookie feels like an insulting title. You Elemental Sovereigns make us normies feel a bit inadequate…” Ignis muttered with a bit of dissatisfaction before erupting into a boisterous laughter. He was anything but a ‘normie’ with his Epic-tier Ashbringer class.

I glanced around with surprise, seeing the fight had ended. Our enemies were no longer moving.

I might’ve gotten a bit too into my battle with the group of furries; I failed to pay proper attention to the others.

“Here you go, Mister One-Man-Army. [Lifebloom Shot].” Seraphiel stated while aiming her bow at me. When this spell reached its target, instead of injuring them, it would begin a swift healing process. Not only did I have self-injuries from my use of the [Dangerous Game] innate spell of the Child of Agony class, but I also sustained some minor injuries during the battle.

“You seemed to be having fun.” Vex’s words were accompanied by her trademark cheery smile aimed at my person, though she wasn’t quite the innocent-looking maiden she tended to appear as (until she let her demons out) due to the large lion-kin lying beneath her feet with a wildly heaving chest.

Numerous scars adorned his damaged body, and based on what I could see, he was the sole survivor of this clash.

“You’re not one to talk; I can see satisfaction shine in your eyes. When was the last time you fought such a fierce one versus three?” I shot back, eliciting some light giggling from her delicate lips before she replied, “You’re right. It’s indeed been a while…”

The white-haired beauty then turned her gaze toward her defeated enemy and, with dark, cruel eyes, declared, “It’s time for us to learn some rather important details from our newest friend, wouldn’t you people agree?”