Novel Full Chapter 1586: Taking Aim
Chapter 1586: Taking Aim
Tina took in a shaky breath and aimed her musket. She couldn’t hear or see them, but she knew they were coming.
In the distant horizon, something moved, drawing her aim. She knew almost nothing about the Dire Storm wolves, but one thing was clear: they weren’t just normal wolves.
First, Storm wolves were large, gray, and aggressive monsters that hunted in packs, smart enough to employ simple tactics, and they had a tendency to hunt in storms. That is where they got their name from.
Each one should be around the size of a cow and have enough strength to kill five men. Normal people in this world had a soul energy of 100, but Tina here, even after training for a long time, wasting a lot of Arad’s hard-earned money, and putting all of her effort, was a massive 5.
She is already two and a half times stronger than when she first arrived here, but that was still nothing.
Luckily, all of her peers here were around 150 each, with some talented ones knocking on the door of 300. If it were just a pack of Storm wolves, they would’ve been fine.
The problem was the Dire Storm wolves. Those monsters were the problem because the ’Dire’ in their name came from what people felt whenever just one showed up.
Masters were people who had a soul power of at least a million, which meant regular Storm wolves were nothing but bugs to them. So? They should be able to kill a few Dire Storm wolves… right?
Sadly, the situation couldn’t be worse. A Dire Storm wolf on its own isn’t that powerful, but those monsters draw power from the elements.
Dire Storm wolves control weather and storms, or at least that’s what most people here believed. Tina had read in some scrolls that a grandmaster is needed to safely kill a dire wolf without risking a tornado spawning out of the heavens.
A few masters won’t be able to do much against one Dire Storm wolf without every disciple behind them getting swooped into the chaos and dying, which only gets worse when there is more than one wolf.
The worst part is that there are four Dire Storm wolves. The masters only think they are facing two. Tina had to find a solution to that, and the only way she could help was by getting help.
Tina quickly turned around, aiming her rifle at the distant sect building. She took a deep breath, then exhaled.
The bullet she loaded into the rifle wasn’t a normal one; it was a chunk of Doma’s tar, living flesh dripping with her cursed power.
At that moment, Tina flinched, feeling thousands of nails piercing her body. It was agonizing, but giving birth to Serin was worse, so she endured Doma’s curse. Her eyes widened as her vision expanded, zooming into the distance like a scope.
“Curse of Perception. All of your senses get stronger. You’ll see, smell, hear, and feel better. Except, now every hair on your body is like a knife stabbing you.”
Tina had to endure the pain and use those enchanted senses to aim and place a decent shot, right at one window, the window of one of the grandmasters.
She pulled the trigger, and the rifle roared, firing a bullet into the air. To everyone else, Tina looked even more useless and stupid than before. At least she used that rifle to aim in the direction of monsters before; now she was aiming at the exact opposite of where the masters were looking.
But, out of everyone, Master Han noticed that Tina wasn’t just shooting in the air. She was aiming back at the sect.
Aiming any weapon at the sect was punishable by death, but a bullet can’t even harm a disciple. The students here were nowhere near the 1000 soul energy a disciple must have to be considered a real disciple, but they were just called that because, in due time, they would become one.
Tina’s bullet flew through the air, quickly losing momentum. But then, something took over. A cursed will, dark power, and unknown malice flew through the bullet, propelling it to fly forward.
Doma took control of her flesh and made it reach the sect.
The sect is protected by a massive, powerful barrier, a net that covers it whole and burns anything that would dare get close. But since the bullet was small, it slipped right past the magical threads of the net. The holes are less than half an inch wide; no one expected anything to get past.
The bullet slipped past the net, raced across the air, and reached the grandmaster’s window. Inside, the tall, beautiful woman was meditating on the floor.
The bullet shattered the window and flew right at her head. But the grandmaster was fast; she moved her hand faster than lightning to catch the bullet before it could hit her head. Bullets usually hurt people, but even disciples can shrug them off; she just didn’t want her hair to get messed up.
Doma wasn’t feeling like getting caught, so she shattered her body into a storm of shrapnel, making it seem as if the bullet tore apart upon hitting the window. Of course, she didn’t miss the chance to mess with the grandmaster, so she had the shrapnel mess her hair and clothes.
The mad grandmaster stood and glared out the window, spotting Tina, who had already turned around to fire at the wolves. She froze for a second, “What in the tarnations? She is like… ten miles away? Most rifles only shoot at a maximum of one mile?”
Putting Tina’s aim and her powerful rifle aside, the grandmaster knew her by face and name, because the elders made sure everyone never messed with her. Most think the useless girl is backed by some powerful family no one knows about, so she can’t just fly there and kill her. But Tina also wasn’t stupid; she wouldn’t just shoot a grandmaster without a reason, unless this was just a stray shot.
The grandmaster decided to watch and see.
Tina knew that she had hit her target because Doma would do it. She now had to support the masters and other disciples by eliminating as many wolves as she could.
She pulled the trigger, hitting a charging Storm wolf in the eye, and created an opening for the other students to attack. Almost immediately, she opened the rifle, discharged the spent casing, and put another bullet in.
The masters had started fighting the two Dire Storm wolves. The clash was disgusting in its magnitude. Violent wind ripped the trees out of their roots, and waves of lightning-charged mud rushed forward like a glutinous tide, and a chilling white mist engulfed what was a radiant forest just minutes ago.
Tina couldn’t see through the mist, which made trying to help the masters in their battle a useless endeavor. “I think I saw two more Dire wolves, careful!” She shouted and went to aim at the regular Storm wolves.
The disciples who heard her paled; many thought she was just blind. But one of them took her seriously.
The young man had once met Arad, Tina’s titanic husband. He could feel that there was something else to him, and so, he expected Tina to be like him.
The young man jumped over the wall and shouted at the mist, “Masters! Tina says she spotted two more Dire Storm wolves! Be careful!”
The masters heard his shout, and most of them frowned, not at the new, but at how stupid the young man was. Deciple can’t see through the Dire Storm wolves’ mist; it’s magical. Tina couldn’t have possibly seen anything.
Most swore to get the stupid guy punished for pulling their attention in such a deadly fight. But, Master Han, on the other hand, got a chill down her spine. Since the fight started, she felt something odd about the two Dire Storm wolves they were fighting, so she was more inclined to think there was more than just two.
She gulped, “Damn it.” She had to make a decision: trust the guts of the most useless and talentless person she had seen in her life and her guts, or believe in her training and the power of her comrades.
Luckily, she didn’t need to choose. It was already too late; the third Dire Strom wolf showed up and ripped one of the masters in half.