Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse - Chapter 157

Chapter 157: On The Move
Alister’s smile widened as he took in the sight of the newly summoned wyverns. They slowly landed on the floor and lowered their heads.

Alister walked up to the closest one and used both hands to rub and pat its head. The wyvern closed its eyes, wagging its tail with excitement.

Seeing the way it reacted, Alister couldn’t help but smile. Suddenly, another notification echoed.

[Notice! Wyvern Horde combat potential (A-Rank) individual wyverns (C-Rank).]

[Notice! Wyvern Horde base attribute: Null.]

Alister was slightly surprised that these wyverns were C-Rank despite being so large. Although they were far from being as massive as Terra, the smallest of his dragon generals, he could still tell they were at least in the medium size class.

‘Null in their case must mean they possess no elemental abilities. Seems they will have to rely on physical attacks.’

Suddenly, another notification followed.

[Ding!! Congratulations to the player for completing the quest: Last Stand (1/10).]

[The player has been granted the reward: Piece of Overlord’s Broken Crown (??-rank).]

‘A quest? Seems I had completely forgotten about it,’ Alister thought.

Just then, a shimmering object materialized beside him—a golden piece of some kind of object. Alister felt inexplicably drawn to it and couldn’t help but reach out and grasp it.

As he thought, “It’s a piece of the crown,” he said, examining the object and realizing it was strangely bent.

“Must have gotten hit by something… Must be what shattered it into pieces in the first place,” he mumbled.

He tried, but it seemed the item had no description and, of course, also had no rank. Despite the fact it seemed strangely attractive, one could only use the thing as some sort of flashlight. But Alister knew it wasn’t useless. And so, with a sigh, he dropped it into his inventory.

With a deep breath, he focused on the next steps. “System, return me to the physical world.”

[Understood…]

The cosmic space around Alister began to shift and swirl, dissolving once more into the familiar surroundings of the abandoned stadium. The soft morning light greeted him, and he found Terra, Draven, and Cinder still waiting, their eyes fixed on him.

“Terra, Draven, Cinder,” Alister called. “We’re moving out.”

Slowly, a rift materialized around Alister, and from its depths, the wyverns flew out. Some landed around him, while others circled in the sky.

Terra, Draven, and Cinder watched as the wyverns flew around. “Are we returning, my lord?” Terra asked.

Alister’s yellow eyes glowed brightly, becoming more reptilian. “No, not yet.” Alister motioned for Cinder to lower her head, which she did, and he leaped from the earth and landed on her head.

“Then where to? I believe you said we need to return soon,” Terra asked, noticing Cinder was about to take flight.

“We’re going for a hunt, Terra. Worry not about how long we take.”

“With our numbers…” As he spoke, his tech suit seemed to be covered in a shimmering light. He was unequipping it and equipping his normal combat items, his all-black raid set.

He then finally said, “This should be over in minutes.”

“Cinder, let’s go.”

“Yes, my lord.” With a mighty wave of her wings, Cinder sprung into the air, Draven and Terra doing the same, and the wyverns followed closely behind.

They were now out on a hunt. How far they would have to go to accomplish the specified kill count was unknown. But what was known was that with such a large swarm of dragons flying in the air, it would inevitably be noticed by someone soon. And it would undoubtedly be one of the guild raid teams.

Meanwhile, at a far-off point in the wastelands…

Boom!

A massive boom echoed all around the ruined city as a gigantic mutated white tiger monster with three heads was sent flying like a ragdoll, dust billowing into the air.

From its size, one could tell the creature was in the large class. It certainly wasn’t a monster one would expect to be sent through the air like yesterday’s trash, and certainly not with such force that its massive frame tore through several buildings—well, not unless it was fighting a giant-class monster.

But… what if that wasn’t the case?

…

“I’m telling you folks! It doesn’t get old no matter how many times I see it!” Marcus’ voice boomed over the livestream as he spoke with enthusiasm.

Clutching his fists tightly as he watched the scene unfold through the cam on the basic armor of a certain bare-handed guild master.

“Agreed, Marcus,” Elena said. “It’s always a feast for the eyes. No matter how hard the monsters try, they can neither outrun nor overpower her. It really makes you think she is the final boss of some unbeatable video game.”

“Truly terrifying!”

…

The mutated white tiger slowly rose to its feet, shaking off the dust. The other two heads noticed that the leftmost head had been bashed in and appeared dead, its blood staining their fur crimson and slowly dripping to the floor. The monster had not only lost one of its heads but also had its front left leg and right rib cage broken, the damaged areas turning purple.

But these wounds were not the result of a battle, as one might think. No, these injuries were sustained as the large, fearsome monster tried to run for its life.

From what? Many would ask. Another monster, perhaps? No, but indeed something similar. It was something, or someone, many people would often refer to as a force of nature.

“Is it just me, or does it seem like all the monsters have been avoiding me lately?”

A female voice echoed through the dust, with footsteps softly echoing as a figure approached.

She cracked her knuckles as her red eyes glinted with an unsettling look of delight. The grin on her face was certainly demonic, striking fear into the hearts of anyone who laid eyes on her, leaving them completely paralyzed and unable to fight back as their undeniable end approached. Luckily for the white tiger, it was currently covered by a mask.

The dust slowly cleared, revealing the figure of a woman. Her long purple hair flowed down her back in waves, her red eyes fixed on the monster before her. She wore a black, nearly casual suit-like outfit with golden armor.

This was none other than Anya, the guild master of the Berserkers, well known by her nickname, ‘The Walking Calamity.’

Anya stepped forward, her eyes never leaving the beat up white tiger. The creature let out a low, pained growl, its remaining heads in agony. Despite its dire condition, it attempted to rise, struggling against its injuries.

“You know,” Anya said, her voice calm and almost like she wanted to strike a conversation, “people say monsters are irrational creatures, although I somewhat agree you are all low on intelligence, I do not believe you are all only driven by instinct.”

“I mean, there are monsters like you that are obviously smart enough to run away before a battle has even begun. I mean an unintelligent creature wouldn’t be able to do that. No?”

The tiger’s remaining heads snapped in her direction, but its efforts were weak and sluggish. Anya’s smile widened beneath her mask.

She took another step closer, her boots kicking up small clouds of dust with each movement. The tiger’s attempts to move were slow and unsteady, and its breaths came in labored gasps. It was clear that it wouldn’t last much longer.

Anya stretched out her arms, rolling her shoulders as if preparing for a casual workout. Her confidence was suffocating, her posture relaxed yet gave off a deadly aura.

“Let’s finish this.”

With a sudden burst of speed, Anya closed the distance between them. Her first punch connected with the tiger’s remaining right leg, the force causing it to explode in a shower of blood and fur sending it flying again. With another burst of speed, Anya was already in motion, leaping into the air following the flying tiger, she twisted her body into a high kick that shattered the right head.

The creature’s remaining head roard wildly, its roars becoming desperate and incoherent.

Anya kicked the monster around, delivering a powerful series of kicks and punches. Her strikes were so fast and powerful that they seemed to blur, each hit causing the monster to convulse and thrash.

Marcus and Elena watched from their studio, their expressions a look of admiration and respect.

…

“Look at her go!” Marcus yelled. “It’s like she’s toying with it.”

Elena, eyes wide with awe, replied, “She’s incredible. The way she handles herself, it’s almost like she’s dancing.”

…

Anya’s leaps caused the earth to bucked beneath her feet. She ducked under a wild swipe from the tiger’s remaining head, countering with a jab that crumpled the monster’s rib cage. She followed up with a spinning kick that sent the beast flying backward.

As the tiger finally lay still, defeated and broken, Anya stood over it, nearly broken a sweat. She looked down at the monster with a satisfied grin.

“Haha!”

“That was fun,” she said, letting out a massive laugh. “But now, time to see what else the wasteland has in store.”

She turned to her guild members, “Let’s keep pushing forward. There’s always more work to be done.”

“It’s only a matter of time before we claim our victory.”