Chapter 122: Chapter 122 - Killing B-rank!
As the lobster held Logan in the air, lightning began crackling wildly around its claw.
It poured all its mana into the grip, trying to fry him on the spot.
Logan gritted his teeth, his muscles tensing as lightning tore through him. Despite his high heat resistance, the burning in his nerves grew worse with each second.
The lobster had knocked his glaive away when it grabbed him, leaving him unarmed.
Focusing, Logan surrounded his right hand in a dense layer of phoenix fire.
’That isn’t enough,’ he thought, pushing himself.
Pouring in more mana, the dense layer of phoenix flames slowly spread all the way to his shoulder.
Logan didn’t have time to celebrate his improvement.
Even while the lobster’s claw started smoking, it held Logan tightly, refusing to let go as it wildly used its lightning mana to burn him.
’Something else...’ Logan thought, searching for an answer.
An idea flashed through his mind. With the lightning mana reaching dangerous levels, he had no time to second-guess.
Logan immediately sent undead mana into his arm, mixing it with the phoenix fire already covering his body.
The fire around his arm began to flicker wildly, rapidly changing into the black-yellow flame he was familiar with.
Suddenly, the mana around his arm twisted violently.
’I have no control...’
Logan thought, clenching his jaw.He noticed cracks spreading up his forearm, glowing from the combination of fire and undead mana flowing beneath his skin.
The lobster-like creature released an ear-piercing scream as its claw slowly started to disintegrate.
Logan clenched his teeth, sweat evaporating off his face.
Suddenly, the flame around his arm began to swell.
Then—
A violent explosion burst from his arm.
The lobster’s claw disintegrated around him as the flames continued heading straight towards it.
Logan dropped to the ground with a thud, coughing from the smoke as immense pain shot through his nerves.
The lobster in front of him screeched wildly, backing away while trying to get rid of the flame that was swallowing its body.
But nothing seemed to work. The black-yellow flame devoured its entire arm, then began eating away at its body.
Logan, however, wasn’t doing much better.
His right arm was gone, disintegrated from the shoulder down.
Gritting his teeth firmly, Logan forced himself up despite the immense pain he felt.
He watched as the entirety of the lobster’s body slowly got consumed by the flame, disintegrating it entirely.
The battle noise around him faded.
All Logan could hear were his thoughts and his heartbeat.
’That flame,’ he thought, glancing at his missing arm. ’The inside of my body can’t handle it.’
This only happened when he used the mana on himself, not when he channeled it through his glaive.
Logan looked up, and his eyes widened.
Dozens of C-rank creatures were charging toward him.
’I don’t have the mana for all of them...’
Glancing further around the battlefield, Logan noticed several groups of surviving mercenaries spread out near the barrier, fighting for their lives.
Gritting his teeth, Logan turned and forced his legs to move.
He picked up his glaive, clenching it tightly with his left hand before sprinting towards the nearest group.
The first obstacle was a lone C-rank earthcrab standing directly in his path.
’Come on,’ Logan thought, pouring fire mana into his glaive as he closed the distance.
Jumping up, he stabbed his glaive towards a small gap in its armor.
The earthcrab created a stone shield in an attempt to block Logan.
But Logan slammed his glaive through it, plunging it deep into its neck.
As the earthcrab collapsed to the ground, it let out a loud cry.
On his left, several Thornshells turned abruptly, their eyes locking onto Logan in alarm.
Before they could move forward, a blast of wind mana knocked them back.
Up ahead, near the edge of the barrier, Logan saw a familiar figure swinging a massive axe.
"Arnar?" Logan muttered.
It was Arnar—bloodied, his armor cracked, but still fighting like hell.
Beside him stood several people Logan had seen inside the truck, and others he hadn’t seen before. Most were injured and barely standing, but none of them had given up.
They were completely surrounded by dozens of C and D-rank creatures, their backs pressed against the barrier with nowhere left to run.
’I need to get to them,’ Logan thought, eyes narrowing.
Just ahead, three C-rank fishmen stood between him and the others.
They were part of the encirclement, but had their backs turned to him as they focused on Arnar’s group.
’Now’s my chance.’
Gripping his glaive tightly, he sprinted forward.
He closed the gap within seconds, pouring whatever mana he had left into his glaive.
The first fishman never saw it coming.
Logan’s glaive pierced straight through its back, flames bursting from its chest as it collapsed.
The second one turned around just in time to notice a small flaming arc melting through its leg.
It screeched as it fell forward, its throat landing on a bone spike Logan had created.
Logan dashed forward, the flames on his glaive thinning out as he reached the final fishman.
It had turned around, screeching as it swung a large water ball toward him.
Logan barely managed to jump aside, the water ball crashing on the ground beside him.
Lunging forward with all his strength, Logan thrust his glaive deep into the creature’s gut, flames already spreading inside its body.
He stumbled back slightly as the fishman made one desperate attempt to slice through him with its spear.
With one deep breath, Logan ducked down, the spear soaring through the air inches above his head.
As the spear passed by, the fishman collapsed, smoke rising from its eyes as its body was roasted from the inside.
Logan panted, his mana fully exhausted.
He glanced at the clear path to the group, forcing his body to move toward them.
"Let him through!" Arnar shouted, spotting him.
A gap immediately opened in the mercenaries’ defensive circle, letting Logan sprint inside.