NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 12: Easy Boss Monster
It was really a trick. It was even possible to use [blood] spells that required a great deal of training of the body to use.
It was indeed a very powerful skill. But what about in the future? If he wanted to use holy magic, would he be able to? Or perhaps he could use a type of magic called [god-magic] and be able to bring down dozens of gigantic swords from the sky on the battlefield.
Indeed, his mind could not clearly comprehend the potential and capacity this ability could have. It was unbelievable. Somehow Chronos had handed Atlas something that literally broke the boundaries of magic.
With that, he finally got up from the goblin warrior body he was sitting on and then walked towards the huge doors in the room.
Breathing deeply, he touched the doors and then pushed them open, hoping that there wasn't a boss monster behind them that would push him too hard.
Now the battle could begin.
As soon as Atlas passed through the door, the sound of drums began to be heard.
"BA-DUM...BA-DUM...BA-DUM...BA-DUM....DUN-DUN...DUN-DUN!"
The successive drumbeats were officially preparing to throw Atlas into a strange action. He could now see over a hundred goblin warriors in the boss monster's room, goblins beating on drums, and the goblin shaman sitting on a throne at the far end of the room, perhaps worth thousands of gold coins.
Indeed, he had not been in such an atmosphere for a long time. Dungeons had officially become incredibly unimportant things in his previous life. Atlas was more interested in hunting angels and demons, after all.
Perhaps for the first time in 7 or even 8 years, he was faced with a dungeon boss monster.
At that moment, he gripped his staff tightly and held his knife and staff in a mirror hand. Opening the palm of his left hand, he said "Waterfall." without waiting.
With his words, tens or even hundreds of litres of water poured down on the huge group of over a hundred goblins.
With that, a smiling Atlas turned his wand towards the goblins and used it to make the flow of magic flow more smoothly.
"Frozen Floor."
As soon as he said those words, an incredible flow of mana shot out from the tip of his staff, and within seconds, over a hundred goblins were frozen, one by one.
However, these were not normal goblins. Each of them was a goblin warrior, which meant that they could not die easily with this spell alone.
After all, the endurance of each monster was different. Perhaps a few of them would have died, but it would have taken a greater effort to kill every one of them.
Atlas instantly lunged forward. He no longer needed to attack from a distance. It was as if the duration of the use of the abilities, the spells cast had almost disappeared.
That's exactly why he had suddenly jumped between the entire army. The smile on his face seemed to show his longing for war, his whole life's accumulation of war.
Instead of a weak child who had returned to the past, he was Atlas himself, who had died in his late thirties and was seen as both a hero and a war machine.
The man who had earned the most blessings in the history of Earth life.
"Ash Bloom!" Atlas suddenly shouted. Tonnes of ash scattered around, creating a fog of smoke.
Immediately, he threw his staff into his inventory and then grabbed the knife and started attacking the goblin warriors who could no longer see him.
There was nothing the goblins could do as they were suffocated and blinded by the ashes. Even the goblin shaman himself was trying to understand and figure out what was happening, but even he could do nothing.
Atlas had already slit the throats of seven goblin warriors and moved on to the others. When the ash smoke began to settle, he moved on to the next thing he was going to do, and then he took a dozen or so steps backwards and opened his left palm again.
"Fire Stream!" he shouted.
With that, a sea of flames began to fly towards the goblins. Even the ashes themselves caught fire and buried the goblins in the flames. Every second another goblin was dying in the flames.
At that moment, Atlas turned to the goblin shaman and then turned his hand to the goblin shaman as if he had his next target in mind.
"Blood Extract," he said, and with that, the blood from the bodies of the dead goblin warrior rose into the air and gathered in Atlas' hand in a flaming mass. A ball of blood, perhaps five centimetres in size, was in the palm of his hand.
The goblin shaman instantly realised the danger, and grabbed his staff, perhaps two metres long, and tried to create a mana shield.
However, he was too late.
"Blood Bullet," Atlas said suddenly.
With that, the litres of lush green blood that had accumulated in the tiny ball in Atlas's hand began to move towards the goblin shaman as if they were bullets.
Dozens of blood bullets travelled towards the shaman and riddled him with holes within seconds. The goblin shaman literally had nobody left to stand on. All that was left of the shaman was nothing but two pieces of legs.
The goblin shaman was completely destroyed.
Atlas smiled and then focused on the remaining goblins and goblin warriors. No matter how stupid the goblins were, they could sense fear, and right now the expressions of these monsters gave Atlas a strange pleasure.
He wasn't a sadist or anything like that. He had just lost too many friends at the hands of monsters in his previous life.
It was something he always felt, even on goblins.
When the goblins were too scared to move, Atlas pointed his hand towards the ceiling of the room and then calmly said, "Ice Swords.".
With that, a huge magic ring formed on the ceiling of the room, and dozens of swords began to fall on the dead and living goblins. After a very short time, he was the only one left alive in the room again.
The dungeon was cleared. Now it was time for the reward.