Transmigrated with my corruption system-Chapter 36: The Young Lord’s Legend Begins [II]

Chapter 36: Chapter 36: The Young Lord’s Legend Begins [II]

Stepping forward, Ulric headed deeper, following behind Lena, his eyes peeled over the surroundings.

The intricate runes on the walls flared faintly in a mystical light, the air growing heavier with every step until, up ahead, the tunnel opened to reveal a grand platform stretching into a massive arena.

"Woah," Lena breathed, watching the sight as a gasp slipped from her mouth, scanning the terrain.

It was awe-inspiring. All the tunnels in the dungeon led to this place.

Tilting her head, her eyes locked onto the black-robed figure. His hands were clenched behind his back, a faint smile touching his lips.

"Finally," Ulric breathed, taking in the sight. It was a bit illustrious even for him.

Feeling the burning gaze from the side, he turned, nodding faintly at Lena before slowly walking forward, leaving her behind.

It was time to wrap this up.

His eyes scanned the arena. At first glance there were no traces of monsters, but as he looked closer, the smile on his face widened.

At intervals around the arena, massive golden statues of wolves stood, each radiating an overbearing aura.

At the far end, there was another outline shrouded in mist, blocking even his probing. But the aura oozing from it was undeniable.

When he stepped into the arena, the golden statues shimmered with a blinding light.

When it receded, a new sight came into view.

The statues seemed to have come to life, the aura they radiated becoming even more menacing.

"Just as I expected," Ulric murmured. This was getting more and more interesting.

Taking a soft breath, his eyes scanned the beasts, taking stock while analyzing every detail with his appraisal skill.

[Level 25: Golden Wolf]

(Elite Beast)

Numbering twelve, each towered over five metres, radiant fur stretching across their bodies with molten gold orbs for eyes.

Their frames were packed with just the right muscle, almost as if carved into perfect killing machines.

Their claws glinted under the torchlight with brilliant sharpness, maws slowly opening as saliva dripped to the ground in anticipation.

And for a moment, their eyes locked.

Looking into the beasts ahead, everything about them screamed strength, much higher than the dire wolves.

The thought alone filled him with excitement, but he didn’t have much time to linger as the beasts suddenly rushed forward, having already seen enough.

Their speed was exceedingly fast, cutting through the air with a whooshing sound. If he hadn’t channeled some of the attributes into his physique, their forms would have blurred before his eyes.

But now he saw them clear as day.

Crouching slowly, he assumed a battle stance.

His body slowly lit up, channeling his intermediate corrupted mortal physique. Crimson veins flared as a red sheen lit up across his body, surging up to his eyes.

The corruption clawed at his mind, but he suppressed it easily, affirming his theory.

With enough mental attributes, he would have perfect control over it.

Inhaling sharply, his eyes narrowed as he watched one of the golden wolves cross the ten-metre range before pouncing, maw opening to reveal razor-sharp teeth ready to snap his neck in half.

When it was within striking range, he extended his arms, grabbing the charging beast.

And immediately, his robe flared with mystical sigils, the defensive measure activating.

As 15% of the damage was naturally absorbed, leaving him to deal with the rest.

"You’re strong," Ulric growled, holding the golden wolf in his arms, immediately halting its charge as he grabbed it by its maw. The force behind its attack caused his feet to sink slightly into the ground.

Something no other beast had caused. But even with all this, he grinned, his crimson eyes locking with the beast snarling madly as it tried to escape his grasp.

"...But not strong enough."

As his words echoed, his hands slowly shifted, grabbing each of its jaws in one hand before exerting all his strength. The result was brutal and instantaneous.

A soul-rending howl slipped from the golden wolf as he ripped its body into two. Stopping only when the sound died down, he tossed it away, watching as blood gushed from its mangled frame before slowly flowing into him.

The crimson veins grew brighter as he felt waves of energy rush into his body, boosting his strength temporarily.

The sensation exhilarated him, because this time he was in control.

[Ding! You have killed a Level 25 Elite Golden Wolf! +15,000 Experience Points!]

Staring at the notification point, Ulric growled.

"More... I need more."

His gaze lifted. The rest of the golden wolves had halted their charge, slowly retreating after watching how easily one of their own had been defeated. Instead, they chose another attack method.

A fair distance away, their maws opened simultaneously as golden energy coagulated there, forming into golden claws before they hurled them together toward him.

Staring forward, his brows arched slightly.

A skill? All the beasts he had fought before had only used their bodies to exert damage.

This was certainly different.

But even with all this, he remained indifferent. He could sense the energy seeping from them, and it was far from being deadly to him.

Watching the rows of golden claws rush toward him, he extended his hands, a menacing smile blooming on his face.

When the attacks clashed into his body, his robe flared, absorbing part of the damage. Still, it was more than the robe could sustain.

Tears soon began to form.

But when the attacks landed on his body, they were deflected easily. Leaving no mark behind as the crimson veins burned brighter.

He bathed in their attacks as they were relentless in their assault.

Hundreds of golden claws fell onto his body.

Only stopping a few minutes later when the golden wolves depleted their energy.

A burst of energy swirled around him from the aftermath, covering the area around him.

The golden wolves far ahead stared at the mist of energy with a semblance of satisfaction, a glint of confidence flashing across their eyes.

The flurry of attacks ought to have slain him.

That thought didn’t even fully form before their expectations were subverted.

The confidence gleaming in their eyes was wiped clean, replaced with icy fear. Before them, the dark-robed youth stood in the same spot he had been when the barrage began.

Not a single mark on his body. His robe was torn, but even that was slowly repairing with every step he took.

Staring at the beasts up ahead, a slow chuckle erupted from his lips. It was going to take a hell of a lot more than that to kill him.

With that thought in mind, his walk morphed into a full sprint as he rushed forward, a whisper parting from his lips.

"My turn now."