Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 715

Chapter 715: Bang, Bang!
– PoV: Quinlan –

The wind howled around me as I tore through the skies with a hundred aerial units hot on my trail.

Wyverns and avian warbeasts screeched and roared behind me while their riders screamed in fury.

On the bright side, these wyverns were still juveniles, meaning they were more muscle and instinct than intellect. When wyverns matured, they gained something truly dangerous: intelligence. Adult wyverns could communicate telepathically, making them hard to deceive and vastly more tactical in battle.

These ones were nothing but crude beasts, tamed only because they hadn’t yet grown too powerful to be controlled. They’d likely never get the chance to, either. Their fate was to be cut down before they became liabilities, their bodies harvested for meat, hide, and bone.

I spun midair to dodge as another volley of spears whistled past me, narrowly missing.

“You run like a craven, coward!” a lionkin bellowed with pure anger.

I let out a mocking laugh. “Oh? One versus a hundred, and I’m the coward?” I mused while flipping them all off. “Shall I land and fight you all at once? Would that soothe your fragile ego?”

Their snarls and curses told me all I needed to know. Hypocrites.

Naturally, I wasn’t taunting them for no reason. My goal was to get them to follow me for as long as possible without reinforcing their ground forces. My allies wouldn’t be able to hold on if they did. I knew the lionkin had immense pride, so I elected to use it against them.

But that didn’t change my situation. Maintaining this speed drained my mana at an alarming rate. I had already burned through a huge chunk of my reserves while displacing earth from beneath the city and then shooting from the skies like some fighter jet.

I’d downed two of Aurora’s high-tier mana potions in quick succession. Any more would be useless because their effectiveness greatly diminishes after every consumption.

I needed to be resourceful more than ever.

A grin stretched across my face, ‘I could try that…!’ I thought as I flipped myself horizontally a whole 180 degrees without slowing down one bit. Now, the back of my head was facing forward, and my stomach was facing the skies as my flight momentum remained unchanged. I did it so I could face my pursuers.

The lionkin faltered at the sight of me barreling through the skies without even seeing where I was going, thanks to my new position.

Then, I raised my hands and shaped my fingers into two pistols, one in each hand.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Highly pressurized water bullets were fired from my fingertips in rapid succession, each one slicing through the air in the form of a high-speed projectile. I aimed carefully, letting the concentrated shots hammer into their formation. A few riders reeled back, struggling to control their mounts, while others took direct hits to their armor, knocking them off balance.

I was already level 32 thanks to my earlier fighter jet actions, where I shot any moving lionkin down no matter their age or gender. They were gonna die either way once the turbo racist Vex entered the town and massacred any moving lionkin, so it might as well be me who takes their XP for myself, even if they only offer a single digit worth of points.

I would’ve only gone from my halfway point toward level 31 to being at the beginning of the level under normal circumstances, but thanks to the gift of my awesome daughter, I was already on my way toward level 33. This level required 442,779 XP to be reached, once again showcasing how brutal the 30% increase each level needed compared to the last was.

[You’ve Slain Rhazan (Level 34). You’ve gained 18,000 XP.]

[You’ve Slain Vaeljin (Level 32). You’ve gained 13,000 XP.]

[You’ve Slain Tharok (Level 37). You’ve gained 35,000 XP.]

That last one took multiple bullets. Sadly, despite the large XP gap between the two of us and the 10x multiplier I was the beneficiary of, he didn’t give me too much XP. The level 40 foxkin prince gave me 100,000 despite being only 3 levels higher. This was showing that not only was I becoming significantly stronger, but that he was likely much weaker than the foxkin prodigy.

Nevertheless, I was making good use of the opportunity I was given, intending to slay as many as possible while the 2-day-long XP buff lasted.

One lionkin, however, barely flinched after getting shot multiple times. He was massive, easily twice the size of a normal lionkin, and was riding the largest wyvern out of any riders I’d seen. My shots struck him, but he barely reacted, tanking them like raindrops in a storm. His grin was full of savage amusement.

“Is that all? You think I fear your petty tricks? Get him, Karnak!”

I snorted as I watched this musclebrained dumbass kick his poor mount to go faster despite it already doing its best to reach me. “You might not fear me,” I called out, watching the beast’s muscles coil, “but I wonder if Karnak shares the sentiment.”

Sensing danger, the wyvern let out a shrill screech and suddenly twisted its body, rolling through the skies with urgency. It dodged my next barrage of water bullets with practiced ease, its wings tucking in and flaring out at just the right moments. Impressive. Most of these juvenile wyverns were barely trained, but this one had an instinctual mastery over flight and, more importantly, aerial combat.

Too bad I wasn’t just relying on my projectiles hitting my targets to secure victory.

I reached into the depths of my mana, calling forth an immense surge of wind with [Wind Creation]. Air roared to life in every direction, swirling and pressing in on the wyvern like invisible chains. Though not as absolute as true restraints, the constant pressure slowed the beast down, making its once-flawless movements sluggish.

I clenched my hand into a gun shape once more, but instead of rapid small bullets, I took my time. Water swirled at my fingertip, condensing into a single massive sphere under extreme pressure. The size of a cannonball, the liquid pulsed with power.

“Bang.”

The shot streaked through the air like a spear of destruction, slamming into the wyvern’s side. It detonated on impact, sending the beast into a violent spiral. Its wings were all but obliterated, making Karnak’s screech of agony echo across the battlefield.

The lionkin on its back barely had time to process what had happened before he plummeted. His furious eyes burned into me as he dropped, watching me with the gaze of a man who would carve my heart out even if that was the last thing he did.

I watched him fall, amused at the fact he was not at all concerned about the extreme distance separating him from land.

Sadly, he was too high-level to die from something as mundane as a fall. Sure enough, despite the brutal altitude, he landed on his feet with an earth-shaking boom, his stance barely faltering.

Instantly, he grabbed the sword strapped to his back and hurled it at me with every ounce of rage he possessed.

The throw was powerful, but it never had a chance of hitting me. It flew by me, leaving into the void of open sky. Who knew how many miles that throw would take it…

I tilted my head, forming my finger gun once more. “Take it as my parting gift.”