Chapter 74 - Seventy-Two (1/2)
Is easy to see that their situation is not as favorable as ours; having not so many fighting members in our group they ended up having to protect the others, but in such a crowded small space with an odd enemy to top that they all seemed to be trapped against a wall, literally.
Worst of all, none of them could see the black strings attached to the back of the floating creatures, attacking endlessly their bodies, only to make minor injuries that were easily ignored by the floating masses of goop.
I was going to help out, however one quick look outside changed my plans as I clenched my hands.
There were hundreds of them, rippers floating in the sky, all appearing to have come out of a contest of creepiest creature of all.
I could not fight them all, not with so many people to protect behind me.
”Hunthor! Change into our hound form and carry them out of here, I will buy you some time!”
”Sure brother!” I hear him shout after a bright fire explosion, not questioning my decision as he knew that there was no time for it, trusting that I knew what I was talking about and that I could take care of myself.
I jump up at the strongest creature who was blocking their way, a misty creature with a pair of shining eyes and small deer horns to the sides, accompanied by deer long floppy ears, which could be cute if it did not belong to such creature, its legs cracked in the middle and opening to the sides, making four limbs instead of two, staying in an odd angle like a weird crab, as the once deer appearance was ruined by horns like branches growing all over the misty goopy creature.
He had only one string attached to him as he attacked with his legs, using them like long claws for they ended in some type of sharp hooves, pinching forward like sabers.
As I run my shadow slides with me, my hound form taking shape in it, my hand clasping in the form of claws as I bring them up, slashing the air with them but having my shadow move as an extension of my own body, the talons forming from darkness and dropping down on the creature, but not with the size of my hand, but the full size of my gigantic hound form, the paw slashing the floating creature in half without even trying.
It was enough to open a path out for my brother to burst in flames as his Hound Form came to view; or rather, his Cerberus form.
And it is massive.
His skin looks like rock with a tougher aspect to it, like lava solidified, with lines of red appearing here and there as if his own veins were on fire.
I wouldn't be surprised if they were.
His three heads stood up with sharp eyes and razor teeth in his big mouths, and if he were to open then you could see a pit of fire inside his throats, a deadly cauldron for anyone who felt victim of his bite.
He had trained well, I will admit, and evolved quite nicely, even if in a somewhat normal build for Hell Hounds to follow, since most went like him to a fire only elemental type.
Yet his level overcame most.
I give a last good at his status, as it has been a long time since I did, proud of how far he came to.
Name: Palarran Hunthor Mìnaothon
Gender: Male
Race: Cerberus Hell Hound
Age: 18
Level: 150
HP1620
MP: 5210
SP: 2450
Attributes: Pure Fire
Titles: Younger Brother, Good Boy, Magic Holder, Graspy Singer, Fire Holder, Multi-Caster, Three-Headed Beast
Attacks: Claw 122, Bite 124, Swim 112, Tail Whip 133, Aim 253, Support 246
Magic: Presence Sense 135, Healing Saliva 133, Telepathy (Older Brother), Intimidation 65, Multi-cast 600
Fire Magic: Hell Cerberus Form, Fire Form 152, Fire Manipulation 152, Fire Barrier 152, Fire Arrow 152, Fire Whip 152, Heat Illusion 52, Laser Bean 152, Healing Heat 152, Fire Slash 152, Fireball 152, Fire Breath 152, Fire Armor 152, Lava Breath 152, Explosive Ball 152, Fire Invocation 152, Fire Levitation 152,
Resistances: Fire 302, Water 17, Earth 112, Poison 39, Illusion 4, Bleed 47, Cold 19, Fatigue 145, Hunger 146
Language: Hound Language MAX, Common Language MAX, Elven Language MAX
Ineptitudes: Sing -83, Stealth -89, Too good for this world
Status: Alert
I remember when I went to human society, trying to learn their ways, that one of the things I wanted to know about is how they saw and classified magical creatures, and one of these places was the guilds.
Each level up corresponds to a letter or classification, most meeting the same levels that were required to level up, which means that under level 5 you have the category of D class, level 15 is class C, and so on and on, making us class S, me class S+ since I was a unique kind of evolution.
Funny how most creatures didn't even pass level 100, and most strong humans reached only 60; though elves reached level 120 for living much longer.
The last hero that I know of was level 150, and we already surpassed that; that just how strong we are.