Novel Full Chapter 985: Rampage
Chapter 985: Rampage
The prison trembled.
Far beneath the surface of the earth, in the veins of cold stone, something monstrous had been unleashed.
Quinlan Elysiar.
The Primordial Villain.
And he was not feeling merciful one bit.
His tunnel burst open with stone parting in jagged fragments as Quinlan stepped into the next corridor of the prison. He was veiled in flames, saber in hand, eyes burning brighter than the torches lining the walls.
“Wh–” was all one guard managed before his throat was cleaved open by a single horizontal swipe.
[You have slain Krazel (Level 38).]
[You’ve gained 31,200 XP.]
The remaining guards scrambled, but it didn’t matter.
Flame Stance.
His stance shifted in a burst of red aura. Muscles became empowered with fury. Every step left embers behind.
Quinlan burst forward with a brutal haymaker to the nearest man’s chest, his fist exploding in a firebomb on contact. The body not only got charred beyond recognition but also got lifted and shattered against the stone.
Switch: Gale.
Wind coiled around his legs.
He vanished, then reappeared mid-spin, kicking two men into opposite walls with a tornado-backed strike. Bones cracked audibly.
[You have slain Arrund (Level 42).]
[You’ve gained 39,000 XP.]
[You have slain Dester (Level 41).]
[You’ve gained 37,800 XP.]
“Stop him! Call for-!”
A voice tried to warn, but Quinlan pointed with one finger. A spear of wind materialized from pure mana and burst through the speaker’s skull.
The remaining defenders turned to run, only to find the hallway behind them already swallowed by Stone. Not only that, but the floor itself was rising to trap them in.
They screamed, begged, and even kneeled. But none of that mattered.
He moved forward and tore through them like a natural catastrophe given flesh. Each elemental stance flowed into the next like a deadly dance:
Gale for movement.
Flame for raw power.
Stone to block and parry.
Tide to empower his fluidity and magical potency.
If that wasn’t deadly enough already, he used his magical prowess in sync with the new stances he gained from the martial world of Zhenwu. His elemental magic, gained when he unlocked the Avatar of the Elements class, worked in perfect tandem with his new martial abilities.
It was a seamless cycle of devastation, offense, defense, and recovery.
Walls exploded. Bars melted. Floors cracked. Cells collapsed.
One by one, prisoners blinked as their doors burst open. Some cried out in confusion. Others wept. But all stared at the black-coated figure with the ghostly saber and crimson eyes.
He said nothing to them, but just by sparing their lives made his point clear: “Go.”
They did just that, pouring out like floodwater.
…
Elsewhere in the prison, chaos bloomed.
Ayame, the Skysplitter, danced through the southern wing with the deadly aura of a samurai on the path of vengeance, cutting down guards one after the other.
Lucille and Serika worked together to rampage through the barracks, bloodthirsty and unrelenting, Lucille’s axe cracking bones while Serika’s Solar Fist melted anyone who she so much as touched.
Aurora’s enchantments kept the Ascendants shielded and buffed. Blossom, whose blue eyes shone with a great deal of anger after the dogkin saw the state of her beloved friend, pounced through the halls and mauled her enemies to their gory deaths.
Seraphiel, Vex, Feng, Kitsara, all of them… They did their utmost to bring ruin to this place. But there was one thing none of the Ascendants did:
Follow Quinlan.
Because they knew he was angry. And a furious Quinlan, who was on a relentless rampage, needed no backup. He just needed to be given enough space to release his full might.
…
The stone hall stretched wide before Quinlan, flickering with torchlight and reeking of blood and ash. At its center, standing like a final bastion of defiance, were three elite guards clad in enchanted armor and wielding spears pulsing with mana. Their auras flared, each of them Level 50, veteran enforcers of the Gilded Exchange faction led by Aurelion.
“You dare go further?” one barked, stepping forth.
“You’ve caused such devastation already! The only way you’ll get to repent is to spend the rest of your life as a slave! Kneel now-”
But he never finished.
Because Quinlan rose.
His foot pressed lightly on the cracked stone floor, and he lifted into the air.
Wind gathered beneath his boots like an obedient servant, a howling spiral that carried him upward until he hovered ten feet high.
The guards blinked in disbelief.
“What… is he…?”
“Is he flying?”
“No, this is hovering… but that spell…”
“What spell? He didn’t even chant!”
But the anomaly was only just beginning.
Quinlan folded his legs into a meditative pose, his saber resting across his lap, looking a lot like a monk’s sacred relic. His eyes closed. His breathing slowed. And from the air around him, four elemental orbs manifested in slow, reverent orbit.
A roaring flame shone behind his back.
A sphere of compressed water shimmered near his left shoulder.
A sharp-edged gale spun like a shuriken above his head.
And jagged shards of stone hovered beneath him in a slow carousel.
The guards had never seen anything like it.
One took a shaky step back. “W-What the hell is this creature?!”
An enlightened calamity. That would be the correct answer to their question. The enemy these mortals had to face.
Quinlan might’ve become still, but he was very far from idle.
The mana around him stirred, drawn into his body. His very body drank the energy in.
✦ Qi Gathering Stage Achievement Retained:
Your refined qi control has evolved into a streamlined mana circuit system.
Effect: +100% Mana Regeneration.
✦ Meridian Opening Stage Achievement Retained:
Your twelve open meridians now serve as active mana channels.
Effect: Enables Active Mana Absorption.
Mana rushed into him from every corner of the hall. The torches dimmed. The guards’ own mana flared erratically, telling them that something precious was being tugged from the air around them.
“He’s… absorbing mana?!” one gasped as realization dawned on him.
“No incantation, no focus rune, no staff… how’s he doing that?!”
“Enough chatting! Kill this thing!”
They charged.
Spears spun. Enchantments glowed. One lunged upward, thrusting with a battle cry.
Quinlan’s meditating form moved sideways with his eyes closed, effortlessly dodging.
Then…
Release.
A fire orb shot downward. *BOOOM!!* A pillar of flame consumed the first guard.
A water needle followed, striking the second man square in the chest, barreling on his enchanted armor.
Wind burst outward in a slicing arc, shearing the armor off the third’s shoulder, while stone projectiles erupted beneath him, skewering his legs.
He was a spectacle of serenity: hovering in meditation, dodging every attack with subtle shifts of wind-enhanced movement. Each elemental strike he cast came without hand signs, without words, without visible effort.
One guard shrieked as a fireball incinerated his shield arm.
[You have slain Warden Kessil (Level 50).]
[You’ve gained 64,000 XP.]
The second tried to cast a defensive spell, but Quinlan’s stone shards pinned his hand to the wall, and the ensuing water blast tore through his chest.
[You have slain Warden Elian (Level 50).]
[You’ve gained 62,800 XP.]
The third fell back with blood trailing from his thigh. “M-Monster! You’re a mistake that shouldn’t have been permitted to exist! A mistake of the Godde-”
A compressed gale bullet punched through his skull.
[You have slain Warden Tyroth (Level 50).]
[You’ve gained 63,400 XP.]
Silence returned to the hall.
The wind died down.
Quinlan’s eyes opened.