Lecherous Leech CH45

With the shrinking of the cone, the cursed flamethrower spell cut into the nearest undead, burning away at its spider-like body, cutting like a lightsaber more than burning. Limbs fell away as Silas disposed of incoming enemies burning through frost-bitten flesh and dropping his enemies.

Burning corpses littered the ground smoldering from their wounds as Silas raised a trembling hand. Motes of ash flowed towards his body from telekinesis through the hell forged skill. More ash burned his body and made him want to cry out as the skill continued to tick up as more undead fell and smoldered around him.

From the bodies, small tokens appeared colored bronze. Silas ripped the spine-like arm of the undead that stabbed him in the chest out of his arm and tossed the limb to the side. His imps filed out of the building and started forming groups to volley the approaching undead. While individually, they didn’t have the firepower to compete together was a different story. They threw fireball after fireball holding back the horde long enough for Silas to pick up some of the tokens with telekinesis.

He gripped the bronze token in his hand and saw the words dungeon token good only in the Zen Mansion dungeon exchange vendors.

“Is it normal for dungeons to give out tokens?” Silas asked.

“No, this dungeon seems to be a really greedy bastard. Most dungeons offer an exit at the end of a floor, but the next exchange is in the safe room before the next floor. So, the only way to make this trip worth your while is to keep going and risk your life. Basically, there is no way to make any gains here.”

“So Zacharia and Elizabeth won’t get enough dollars here to keep their farm,” Silas said.

“Not a chance in hell,” Lily said and grabbed his hand. “Don’t be afraid of the hell forge skill. You need it to trust me.” Lily said.

“Will it always hurt like this?” Silas asked.

“Don’t be a pussy. You’re only tempering your skin; wait until it reaches your muscles, bones, bone marrow, nerves, blood, and organs. That’s where the real gains and pain are.” Lily said.

He could barely withstand the motes of ash already, and they would get worse with every rank.

Silas checked his level.

Hellfire Wanderer lvl4 +9 Mana per lvl

He didn’t gain as much as he would have liked from killing dozens of undead, but there was more to go around. He could line them up and farm them by the hundreds if everything worked out. Shrinking the cone of his cursed flamethrower skill had worked better than anticipated. It was practically a lightsaber with what it did to limbs. Shrinking the cone had upped the output significantly. It was like going up in his mana by several ranks.

With that in mind, he charged the line of the undead and cut down everything in his path with a few quick flashes of cursed flamethrower. The only thing slowing him down was collecting dungeon tokens like he was at Chucky Cheese and searching the occasional undead for keys. He didn’t know how to hotwire the Humvee, but if he was lucky, the keys would be inside it already.

He could picture someone trying to survive the cold inside, one cranking up the heat only for the cold to rip through them. That was the way of the dungeon, and the occupants of the first floor never stood a chance.

The door to the camo personnel carrier opened, and the keys were inside. The half-blackened corpse clutching the steering wheel opened its eyes. Silas punched it out of reflex, but the monster was tougher than the others. It hadn’t been transformed into a spider-like monster by the wind. The Humvee had insulated it, and Silas saw a spark of mad intelligence in its eyes.

“I remember you.” The undead said as its eyes filled with a hazy darkness.

The undead pulled its side arm and fired four into Silas’s chest. He felt the bullets hit his skin and fail to penetrate. Silas didn’t have long to celebrate his new status as bulletproof. The undead moved and grappled Silas while forcing his way out of the vehicle.

The undead slammed Silas against the ground in a choke slam before kicking him in the chest. Each blow was powerful though some of their power was stolen by Silas’s invertebrate trait. He lashed out with his tail yanking the undead off its feet before punching it with all his might.

The zombie’s head slammed against the icy road before Silas started wailing on it. When he finished, only a pink slurry of ice and blood remained, filling up a pothole in the road. The imps helped him to his feet and climbed into the cab. He tried cranking the Humvee, but it was out of gas.

Silas rested his head on the steering wheel before getting out. Undead broke through the lines, and he hit them with cursed flamethrower. He was getting better at using the spell. Using it in short bursts was more effective in conserving his mana. Even a short burst from the spell with a small cone ripped bodies apart.

He found a jeep and checked it before confirming it had close to a full tank and picked up an end of the vehicle and dragged it close to the Humvee. A shriek erupted through the howling winds, and one of the imps tossed a fireball in the air.

Flying down towards them like a falling star was a bat made of meshed together bodies. Silas felt the heat from several worms in the creature’s body as it flew closer; he saw dozens of faces connected to each other. The worms had piloted the bodies and attached them before forming the shape of a bat.

The ground shook as the bat made of dozens of dead bodies smashed into the ruined, shelled remains of the campus surrounding the sorority building. Pieces of it broke away, loosely connected by long black strands of silk possibly produced by the worms.

Silas sucked in a breath and dropped his glamour. He couldn’t spare the focus anymore; the world would have to deal with his 9850 charisma points. The leech man broke into a sprint as the bat creature turned its massive head. The eyes of the undead stared at him, and the creature shrieked, and the winds raged, beating down on Silas with the undead monster’s fury.

The monster slashed with its clawed wing losing bones and scraps of flesh as it swiped. Silas dashed forward inside the wing avoiding the claws of the attack. He raised his hand, and the silver flame didn’t fight him. A thin cone of cursed flame thrower erupted, and he turned it, cutting a hole through the monster’s wing.

It lunged, and Silas threw himself to the side, just missing its snapping teeth made of spines and skulls with gums made of black silk. Silas widened the cone and bathed the monster in silver flames as he strafed it. Zombies came in greater numbers, quickly overwhelming his retreating imps. Ten fell in moments before they retreated, leaving him with only forty. He summoned sunshine fairies, but they froze to death on the spot. The howling winds grew fiercer, ripping away at his clothes as he endured them with mana and cold resistance. All the while, his health pool slowly dropped, only sustained by gluttony.