Mushoku Tensei: Reincarnated as a Beast Race-Chapter 99 - Blood, Thunder and Blades

In the midst of the battle frenzy, Rygar absorbed every fragment of information in milliseconds.

His severed arm was already functional, though fragile, after he had reattached it in a hurry.

There was no time for hesitation.

The silver-haired elf and the mage with the stone helmet had to die.

He was almost certain that the one who cast that devastating fire explosion was the mage with the helmet—only someone with so much mana could cast a spell of that level and continue fighting.

And the silver-haired elven child, who could cast magic without enchantments, was dangerous depending on the spells she knew.

But between him and these targets were Larax and the red demon, blocking any direct assault.

His thoughts unfolded in a fleeting instant. His reasoning was much faster than normal, though he hadn't yet realized it.

The desert warrior advanced with his scimitar glistening, while the red demon flanked him with enormous cleavers.

Flash Step and Burst Step were his only salvation, yet even so, he could barely dodge the storm of blows.

The terrain around him exploded with fury, cracks opening in the ground under the violent impacts of the warriors, as well as the spells that constantly altered the battlefield.

With each exchange of blows, his situation worsened.

The wounds piled up, and hot blood flowed down his skin.

Larax and Mortan kept him cornered, preventing him from freely casting spells. If it weren't for his enormous affinity with elemental and healing magic, which allowed him to use them even under immense pressure, he would have already fallen.

The ground yielded under the absurd pressure of the fight, with debris of rock flying everywhere with each sword and magic impact.

He had no solution to his situation; he needed a change, or else he wouldn't last much longer.

Then, he heard.

A familiar sound. Footsteps, four paws moving at increasing speed. A huge beast was approaching.

Rygar smiled.

Howling Magic!

A devastating howl resounded, forcing his enemies to retreat for a brief moment as Rygar had hastily used the spell.

Just an instant, but enough for him to gain space and escape the siege.

He ran toward a cliff without hesitation.

Larax laughed, deeming him cornered, and launched into pursuit with his scimitar ready to tear him apart.

Rygar leaped.

For a second, his body vanished in free fall, no longer visible to the group's members.

Larax was about to leap as well.

But then, from the same abyss that Rygar had just jumped from, a huge beast of about four meters leaped. It growled fiercely as it charged toward Larax.

Skoll, the ebony wolf, burst forth from the cliff, a four-meter colossus with sharp fangs and eyes blazing with ferocity.

In a thundering roar, it attacked Larax with fury.

The ground trembled as Skoll landed, causing the earth to crack under its weight. Larax spun at the last moment, narrowly escaping the titan jaws by a hair's breadth.

The opposing group instinctively retreated, caught by surprise by the sudden turnaround.

The Storm of Tyranny was a group with excellent strength, but they lacked in scouting. Their only source of information was the Clairvoyant Eye of their leader.

The small elf reacted first, conjuring cutting shards of ice that streaked through the air toward the fleeing Rygar.

Skoll spun on its hind legs, its tail lashing the air like a war hammer.

The shards hit its lower back and tail, only to shatter into insignificant particles against its reinforced fur.

Skoll growled and leaped, returning to the point from which it had emerged.

At the same moment, Rygar, who was running, leaped toward the wolf mid-air, grabbing its fur with one hand and landing on the back of his beast.

A fierce smile appeared on his face as Skoll galloped at full speed, its ebony body a blur of shadows under the fragmented light of the battlefield.

The air around them trembled with the force of its sprint, generating brutal gusts of wind that swept dust and rubble away.

The sudden change surprised the group.

But Larax would not let him escape.

"It's his Ebony Wolf! Don't let it get away!"

And they resumed the pursuit.

Rygar laughed, his eyes sparking with a mix of adrenaline and relief as he felt the cutting wind sway his hair while Skoll ran ferociously across the rocky landscape.

The dense, black fur of the beast rippled with speed.

The wounds that once threatened his life were slowly closing, but he knew the truce would be brief.

"Hahahaha! Why are you here, boy?!"

Rygar shouted, his voice laden with exhaustion and emotion.

Even as he questioned the presence of the giant wolf, he couldn't deny the fierce joy that overtook him. Skoll's presence was both a relief and a new chance.

However, he had no time to get lost in those feelings.

Raising his gaze, he noticed the mage with the stone helmet positioned atop a distant rocky formation.

The enemy was preparing another devastating spell—a condensed stone cannon, its energy vibrating in the air as it spun.

Rygar felt the murderous intent in the spell, but at the same time, he knew what he needed to do.

With a wild smile, he turned and stood upon Skoll in full motion.

Larax and the red demon were rapidly approaching, their presences pressing in like blood-sniffing predators, yet Rygar still had time.

He channeled a massive amount of electrical energy, sparks dancing on Tsukikage as the electricity condensed, forming an immense, destructive lightning bolt.

At the moment the mage cast the stone cannon, Rygar fired his lightning bolt with full force.

The impact was a spectacle of pure destruction.

The stone cannon disintegrated mid-air when the lightning hit it, its particles scattering into brilliant shards before the electricity continued relentlessly, enveloping the enemy mage in a storm of energy.

The sky shone with the electrical discharge, and for a brief moment, Rygar felt relief—until something inside him screamed an alert.

The danger came before he could react.

The lightning that should have obliterated the mage was deflected.

As if it had struck an invisible barrier, the energy reflected back in a fraction of a second.

Rygar's eyes widened, and he leaped from Skoll at the last instant.

Even with the barrier he hastily conjured in the air, the bolt hit him directly.

His body was launched like a projectile, ripping through the ground with violence.

He rolled over the rocky terrain, opening a deep fissure as his skin burned and his body trembled from the impact.

The pain was excruciating, muscles contracting involuntarily from the lingering remnants of electricity coursing through his nerves.

He had grabbed Tsukikage tightly, but his short sword, Nighthunter, had been lost in the impact.

His body was momentarily paralyzed, and he knew that this was a death sentence in front of that man.

Larax's cruel laughter resonated across the battlefield, his scimitar gleaming with a lethal reflection as he advanced, relentless.

"Hahahaha! You thought our mage was an easy target?!" mocked the warrior, moving with barely contained anticipation.

Skoll tried to interfere, leaping to protect Rygar, but the red demon intercepted him.

The warrior's cleavers plunged into the ebony fur, and the two engaged in a fierce battle, growls, punches, and impacts of force mixing in the air as the giant wolf struggled to break free.

Rygar tried to stand up—he was recovering from the lightning faster thanks to his Healing Magic—but his body still did not fully respond.

He saw Larax approaching, the scimitar slicing through the air with a deadly gleam.

The enemy warrior was fast—too fast. Time seemed to slow as the blade descended toward him, his death seemingly inevitable.

It was then that a dark and fierce figure appeared at the last moment.

A thunderous impact reverberated across the battlefield as a crimson blade intercepted Larax's scimitar, interrupting its trajectory.

The clash between the weapons was like a thunderclap, cracking the ground beneath them.

Larax's eyes widened in surprise.

Before him stood a slender, menacing figure rising from the dust and debris thrown up by the impact.

A red sword shone under the combat light, firmly held by the silver-haired warrior with a single piercing red eye. The other eye was covered by an eye patch.

Ghislaine Dedoldia.

The look on her face was furious and fierce.

Rygar felt the paralysis dissipate as his Healing Magic continued to work. He clenched his fists, feeling the blood boiling in his veins once again.

Then Ghislaine attacked again, and Larax cautiously retreated in the face of this new, unknown enemy.

Larax began to look around, his eye analyzing every corner of the battlefield.

In a thundering shout, his voice echoed through the mountains:

"Glass Cannon! Look around and see if there are more reinforcements!"

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The rest of the group had been left behind due to Skoll's high speed during the last run. The mage with the stone helmet heard the command from afar and quickly began to raise a stone tower to gain a better view.

Skoll was a black blur fighting with fierce intensity, his muscles tensed and claws cracking the ground with every strike.

Beside the mage with the stone helmet were the silver-haired elf, the old warrior, and the demon-kin mage. The warrior woman was already running toward the battle.

Ghislaine retreated to Rygar's side when Larax backed off from his attack, assessing his condition, clearly concerned.

Without questioning why she was there, Rygar simply said: "Hold them off for just a moment!"

He warned, urgency in his voice:

"Until I finish regenerating! Watch out for the elf and the mage with the helmet! They can cast magic without enchantments!"

Ghislaine only nodded, assuming the classic posture of the God of the Sword Style and attacking aggressively.

Rygar took a deep breath and began to focus his Healing Magic, with both minor and major wounds slowly closing as his energy was restored.

Meanwhile, Skoll and the red demon exchanged brutal blows.

Claws and blades tore at flesh, teeth sank into muscles, and the impact of punches shook the battlefield.

The roars of the combatants and the crash of shockwaves mixed in the air, turning that battlefield into a wild inferno of destruction and chaos.

POV Rudeus Greyrat

I was shocked.

I really had no idea that I was capable of causing this kind of destruction.

I poured so much mana into that spell that, at one point, I could barely control it.

I kept channeling it for several good minutes, accumulating as much mana as I could.

But what followed surpassed any expectation I had.

The impact was overwhelming, and for a moment, the scene before my eyes reminded me of images of nuclear bombs in my previous world.

However, I had no time to be surprised.

Hector and the others were already mounted on their horses, descending the mountain at high speed.

Sylphy was on Igreed the warrior's saddle, while Hector grabbed my arm as he passed by on his horse, and Vidette rode alone.

Mortan and Larax were far ahead because their speed and mobility exceeded that of the horses.

The horses we rode were a gift from the Minister of the Dragon King's Realm, trained for speed and endurance, even in the mountains.

We gradually approached, and meanwhile, I kept thinking more and more.

What would we find when we caught up to him? If he survived that spell, what else could he withstand? What could kill him?

It wasn't long before we began to hear the fight—Larax and Mortan were already battling him.

When we finally caught sight of him, an unconscious fear ran down my spine.

There he was: a feral young man, covered in deep wounds.

More than half of his body was burned, cut, and bloodied.

The damage from the battle with Larax and Mortan was visible, yet instead of appearing defeated, he seemed even more bestial.

Like a cornered, furious beast. His murderous intent was suffocating.

He managed to create distance from the two warriors and began to flee, so we stopped, and I raised a massive Stone Wall to block his escape.

Meanwhile, Sylphy conjured a burst of Ice Shards, the magic in which she was most proficient.

I avoided looking directly into his eyes as much as possible. Hitogami said I'd regret it if he looked into my eyes.

But even without that advice, I wouldn't let him look into mine if that ability to see memories with a glance were true. What would he do knowing that I am a reincarnate?

We stayed true to the planned battle strategy.

The pressure on him was incessant.

Larax and Mortan suffocated him in close combat, while Sylphy, Vidette, and I continuously attacked from a distance whenever the opportunity arose.

Igreed and Hector blocked his escape routes but did not engage in direct combat.

The longer the fight went on, the more I realized how monstrous this guy was.

He moved as if he had eyes on the back of his head, anticipating blows and reacting with instinctive precision.

Every blow from Larax sliced through the air at superhuman speeds, and yet he kept up with them.

His body regenerated wounds that would have killed any other warrior multiple times.

But even the fiercest of beasts weakens when too injured.

He was reaching his limit.

However, when it seemed that we would finally bring him down, a bestial roar exploded from his throat.

It was a Beastmen magic, and even with our ears blocked, the impact hit us briefly.

My senses were stunned, and he took advantage of that moment to run.

That's when everything started to fall apart.

A colossal ebony wolf emerged out of nowhere and attacked Larax with brutal force.

It was his wolf! This was bad—this was a Rank A wolf! He quickly mounted the wolf with natural ease and galloped away.

We couldn't let him escape. The pursuit continued, and I climbed a stone tower, preparing a supercharged Stone Cannon—the spell I was most familiar with.

I condensed an enormous amount of mana into a Stone Cannon.

He saw me.

That look made me freeze inside.

It was as if he was promising that, if he got close enough, he would tear my throat apart.

Despite a slight apprehension, I had been in many battles, so I managed to compose myself—luckily, my reactions were hidden by my helmet.

I was convinced that this was the perfect chance to eliminate him, since he did not know about the amulet I carried with me.

This was the magic reflector amulet we found in a labyrinth thanks to Hitogami's advice.

He began charging a lightning bolt, and I did not hesitate.

We fired simultaneously.

The Stone Cannon tore through the air, and its lightning bolt launched toward me.

But the necklace on my neck shone with a silvery light.

A barrier formed and absorbed all the energy, reflecting it back instantly.

He realized this at the last moment and leaped from the wolf to avoid the animal being hit.

The lightning struck him with brutal force, hurling him to the ground.

Larax laughed, mocking the fallen adversary. In the blink of an eye, he advanced to finish him off.

But then, something unexpected happened.

A female swordsman blocked Larax at the last moment.

The impact between the two blades cracked the ground.

My eyes widened.

"Damn, it's the Sword Queen who rides with him!"

That was very bad.

Larax shouted for me to check if there were more reinforcements.

I began raising a stone tower to get a better view.

But at that moment.

That moment of distraction.

It was when I saw her.

The woman who would become a nightmare in my life for a long time.

A red figure slicing through the air in my direction at an absurd speed.

Before I realized it, a long, silver sword was headed straight for my neck.

I barely had time to glimpse the long red hair of my assassin before I heard:

"Sonic Explosion!"

Sylphy's voice. The spell was conjured instantly, separating the swordsman from me and throwing us each in opposite directions.

I rolled awkwardly on the ground due to the impact, but the girl quickly regained her balance; after tumbling through the air, she landed on her feet and continued her run.

She dodged all the wind spells Sylphy cast as support with absurd agility before taking cover behind a stone.

Still dazed by what had just happened, I heard Hector shout:

"Focus! Larax is fighting against the Sword Queen, Igreed is almost reaching the target! You and she must kill the target while he regenerates!"

Hector was already engaged in combat against the red-haired swordswoman, while Sylphy and Vidette provided magical support.

Even though she was outnumbered, the girl fought ferociously without giving an inch.

My eyes returned to our target.

Hector was right.

The feral man was standing with his eyes closed, holding only one of his swords. His wounds were closing rapidly.

Igreed was running across the battlefield alone; she was slower, but still proficient in the Northern God's Style, and Rygar was nearly within her reach.

He needed to die now; if he healed, we'd be in trouble.

I grabbed my staff and advanced.

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