Ascension of the Nephilim



SHLUCK!

The arrow pierced through the Gremlin with incredible power. Emeros had harnessed all his Force energy to the bow and released the arrow. Even though it struck the shoulder, the arrow penetrated the Gremlin's shoulder and attacked an imp!

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Damage inflicted: 539

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Emeros smiled as he glanced at his weapon.

The arrows of Emeros had killed the foes. His bow was a basic bow with numerous levels of tightness where the bowstring could be adjusted according to their levels. Emeros noted that the arrows were even more primitive than the ones in the Lowlands, which could at least alter the tightness of the bow and could allow level three to level 15 people to use it to maximize strength efficiency. The bows of this kingdom could only max at level 9, and he had to purchase another kind of bow that could help fighters increase their strength and power at higher levels.

Emeros was even reaching the maximum pull when Emeros poured out his stats. He could tell that with his Force that allowed him to draw the bow in a full arc, his current strength and force could equal a level 9 bow user with optimal force and strength!

The bow had a higher attack damage value compared to his previous equipment. And against the barely armored Gremlin, it easily sliced through it!

The imps and the other gremlins saw it and shouted in anger.

FWIP! FWIP! FWIP!

But by then, Serena and Philip had released their arrows.

With an improved Gauage, Emeros could now see how many points his allies were inflicting.

Of the three of them, Philip was the most skilled as he would be able to shoot well and had a good rhythm. All of his three shots struck at the torsos of his targets.

The increase in level and the powerful bow they now had were far more powerful than the ones they had. The swords and bows had an Attack damage of 16 points! While it was weak compared to Lowland standards, in this place and against a very weak enemy, it was deadly!

An arrow struck the arm of an imp and knocked back the Imp.

The attack would have pierced through the Imp and killed it if it had landed in a more critical area.

Alas, the damage of the arrow that struck the arm only dealt 36 points.

Serena was the one who made the attack and was displeased by her lack of aim.

Their attack on Philip could easily make 135 points if the arrow landed on the head or torso.

FWIP! FWIP! FWIP!

The arrows struck down its foes, and Emeros's attack would pierce through and attack one behind on his second arrow as he managed to imbue it with force.

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Damage inflicted: 539

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His force continued to decline on the succeeding arrows. 

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Damage inflicted: 392

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"Eh? I guess I don't need to use Force at all! My strength and weapon damage is enough to kill this foe!" Emeros laughed.

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Damage inflicted: 290

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Emeros wasn't using the full extent of his strength, yet his attacks would still pierce through imps.

Together, the three managed to kill twelve imps, including three gremlins.

Emeros was also able to hit the bodies of each beast, and his four shots managed to hit on his targets and even attack the foe behind him.

Serena was the worst of the group as one of the three shots she made hit.

"Serena. Calm down. Our trap is set. We will win this. Relax, and don't let the intimidating number scare you!" Emeros ordered.

Serena trembled, but her shots only missed again.

Emeros aimed at Imps, and his powerful attacks would pierce through, sometimes wounding two Imps due to his high strength stat.

There were still twenty-one that remained and were five meters away from where the team was.

As the imps drew closer, a thin metallic wire was stretched out slightly above the ground. On the far end were two spears pinned on the ground. The charging horde of imps ran and tripped over the wire and began to crash upon each other.

CRASH! CRASH!

The sounds of shrieks and screams could be heard as the horde became entangled and intertwined as they fell upon each other.

This was the opportunity that Emeros needed. He brought out three Fire Ore Bombs and poured out his mana on them, and threw it at the center of the pile.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The deafening explosions echoed through the chaotic scene as Emeros's Fire Ore Bombs detonated amidst the tangle of imps and gremlins. The force of the blasts rippled outward, sending bodies flying in all directions, creating a shower of blood and flesh with shrieks and wails.

The companions of Emeros were all shocked at the scene.

"See? I told you to calm down." Emeros chuckled.

Those unfortunate enough to be caught at the center of the explosions were instantly consumed by the fiery inferno, their screams drowned out by the roaring flames. The intense heat and destructive power of the Fire Ore Bombs turned the area into a smoldering battlefield, leaving behind a charred and smoky aftermath.

Emeros took his sword and walked forward.

The smoke dissipated, revealing the carnage left in its wake.

"Team! Time for us to train in close combat! Move!" Emeros ordered as he charged ahead.

The first ones to do so were Wesret and Don, who were prepared for a close combat fight. The last time they fought, they were scared and inexperienced. They were only at level one and had poor equipment.

But now, they were geared with decent equipment for defense and offense.

Wesret, the seasoned one-handed warrior, slashed out with all his strength.

SLASH!

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Damage inflicted: 166

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The head of the Imp flew off from the attack of Wesret.

"That... that was too amazing!" Wesret grew confident and began to attack.

Don charged wildly and made stabs with his spear by delivering swift and calculated blows to the disoriented creatures.

STAB!

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Damage inflicted: 112

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Don had the least strength, so Emeros gave him the spear, which had the highest attack power.

But as the imps were wounded from the blast, the attack still killed them.

Serena and the rest rushed forward and made their attacks.

Like the rest, their attacks and slashes easily killed the imps.

An imp ambushed Wesret by charging on his armless side, and Wesret made poor evasion as its attack struck his armor.

DING!

The attack of a low-leveled imp on Wesret was weak!

Wesret was startled and only felt a slight pain despite the stabbing attack. The armor had decreased a huge amount of the damage!

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Damage received: 31

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Wesret grimaced in pain, but he had suffered more wounds

"Haha! This armor is strong!" Wesret laughed and slashed back.

SLASH!

The imps were all slain.

Emeros and the rest continued to fight and attack, and finally, all the imps and gremlins were killed.

Wesret was kneeling down, and Philip took out one of the health potions that Perment gave them, along with the supplies for the trip.

The health potion was poured over Wesret.

Even though they had wounds, the success of the battle was clearly seen in them.

Emeros walked over and found one Imp who was barely alive from the blast.

The Imp was shouting in a strange screeching voice that the rest heard.

"Reukyeds yteelak erreho!?"

When Emeros took the potion, it also affected his other memories, and some were also being absorbed. He already had some memories that he understood what the Imp was crying about earlier. But now, Emeros could understand what the Imp was saying.

"Reukyeds yteelak erreho!?" Emeros asked again.

The words he spoke were, 'Big Imp, where?'

"Terros! Terros!" Emeros demanded that the imp point in the direction as he stabbed a small dagger in its arm.

The Imp screamed and pointed in the direction it was originally headed and began to shout more of its strange language.

Serena and the rest were surprised that Emeros could somehow communicate with the beast.

The Imp screamed as Emeros asked some more questions and finally laid the Imp to rest with a stab to the head.

"Master..." Serena approached.

"I'm not your master." Emeros laughed.

"Mage Perment said that you are. In any case, we are all indebted to you. Mage Perment said that he should be treated as one of us slaves, and you are our leader."

"Mage Perment sure knows how to butter me up." Emeros chuckled.

"May I ask what master said to the imp?" Serena asked.

"That's your question? How DO you know how to speak Imp?!" Philip asked.

"Imp speaks the same tongue that many monsters speak. You might not have noticed it, but gremlins, imps, and many demon races speak the same. My master taught me how to speak, and I managed to awaken them through the potions. Anyway, I asked the Imp where the 'big boss' is."

"The... big boss?"

"A Demon Imp. The leader that commands this imp army. We will naturally be marking it for our hunt." Emeros smiled.

"Wha-what?!" Don was shocked.

"A demon lord?" Wesret, however, sounded excited despite being the only one who suffered a wound.

"To think we would be fighting hundreds of these. Oh well... We already killed a lot and only got one wound for it."

"This wound is nothing! It will heal. But a Demon Imp sounds like good prey to be the start of the new chapter of our lives!" Wesret chuckled.

"In any case, I observed you guys in this battle. I have already considered your habits, stats, innate skills, and even each of your personalities. These three things are important. The rules of selecting what job classes go beyond dreams and desires. You could dream of becoming a swordsman all your life, and with training, it could come true. But the previous factors that I mentioned all contribute to this. Meaning, you could have been a better spear user or mage. So I will ask you once if you have a dream job class you want to pursue. Be it a knight, a swordsman, a mage, or whatever, you may pursue it. But you can also follow my advice and take the job that I think best suits you."