Dungeon Of Pride, Laplace

"Flame-Gale Magic- [Crimson Hell]."

Simon immediately cast his amalgamation skill Flame-Gale magic. Hundreds of thousands of brightly lit flames the size of peanut came pouring down like a rain of storm. The magic covered a large area lighting anything and everything into flames. A large group of anemodactyl burned and died others had severe injuries and some of the wiser ones manipulated their skills dodging the oncoming rain of flames. They screeched and flapped their wings, a storm of sharp wind came rushing towards him. Seeing this he did not dodge but instead stood his ground. A large tornado started swirling with him as the center with terrifying momentum. The storm of sharp winds came rushing over and collided with the tornado.

There was no intense sound when the attacks met instead the storm of sharp winds silently and swiftly assimilated with the tornado. The tornado grew in size and sharp winds could be seen swirling within.

"Heh have a taste of your own skill. Gale magic mastery- [Howl of the Storm]."

The tornado started moving and engulfing the amenodactyls within. After the tornado settled a large group of corpses split into many different pieces littered the ground a gruesome sight. Even after using two large AOE spells their numbers were still quite high. The remaining amenodactyl started charging towards him but before they could come any closer a large roar sounded across the sky.

ROOOOOOOOAAAAAARRRR

What appeared were hundreds of Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse charging across the sky. The air and the ground trembled from their overwhelming display of might as they charged and trampled over the remaining amenodactyl beneath their hooves.

The skill the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse used was called [Stampede]. It gives the illusion of hundreds of Warhorses charging and trampling over the enemies. The skill was very mighty and overwhelming and gave anyone watching a sense of dread. After using the [Stampede] all the illusions disappeared leaving behind a cloud of dust. When the dust settled all that remained was a pile of rubble, there was no sign of the colony of amenodactyls their corpses buried under the wreckage.

"You did quite well." He patted the warhorse and climbed on its top. "let's go find another group. We must raise our level as much as we can in these few days." Simon said as he urged the warhorse. The warhorse neighed and responded by swiftly flying towards another group of monsters. They repeated this cycle every day for the past few days until they were completely tired. And amidst this constant training and leveling seven days quickly passed by.

Simon was currently looking at the [Shop] option of the dungeon's menu deliberating over something. The section he was looking at was the clothes section which displayed a wide variety of fancy and formal clothes.

Since he was going to attend a banquet where a large number of high-ranking demons would gather, his current appearance would clearly stand out, and that too in a negative way.

From the day he reincarnated into this world up until now, he was only wearing simple pants, a pair of leather boots, and not a shred of cloth on his upper half. If he went out in his current appearance on earth, he would be marked as a pervert. Maybe due to the change in his race he no longer bothered with such formalities in this world.