Lecherous Leech CH44

A zombie launched from one of the walls after him, and he raised a hand. Instead of a silver flame inferno, the zombie froze midair. They didn’t have mana resistance, so he caught it by the throat with telekinesis. He found that the wider he expanded his telekinesis, the more expensive the skill became. It was better to spread it over a small area instead. A tiny ring no wider than a hair worked better than covering a body completely.

Another fight broke out between his will and the silver flame. He found himself up against an immovable wall for a second, but it hungered like he hungered. Wants were a weakness, and Silas knew what they wanted; it was a force of consumption and wanted to burn him. But if it couldn’t have him, a corpse floating in midair would do.

A tongue of silver flame lanced out from the tiny flame sitting on his outstretched hand and blasted the undead, reducing it to charcoal. The silver flame undulated in glee as it burned away another enemy. It wanted to burn, spread, and consume, which was its weakness and strength. While Silas offered it, enemies, it would attack, but he couldn’t forget that it wanted him worse than anything else. From the moment it came into being separated from what Lily called the great flame, it wanted to consume him. It was the equivalent of an infant that didn’t know any better. With no agency of its own, it would eventually become a part of him, but that took time that could only be sped up by demonic rituals.

Unfortunately, he had no time to make it with his girls to lab 302 on research BLVD.

Silas let the last corpse fall even as he reveled in the feeling of mana manipulation initiating rank. Of course, choking the undead with telekinesis was a prerequisite for it. With that out of the way, he felt something from the burning corpses around him.

Tiny motes of ash suddenly rose out of them and flowed towards his body. He felt the hell-forged body skill take control of his telekinesis to pull the ash toward him. When the hot ash touched his skin, he howled in pain while the skill slowly ticked up from 0. It was reforging his body with the hot ash left behind by the enemies he killed. Moments later, he was back in the cold with his girls.

Out on the edge of the darkness, he saw a Humvee left behind by the national guard. Only 5 girls and 50 imps were with him after the murder orgy. The human survivors were Desire, Mary, Amanda, the redhead, Wendy, and Yan, the owner of the pink super sports car outside. She was Chinese, and her father was richer than God as the CEO of one of China’s more powerful companies. Yan was a petroleum engineer major; since her father had no sons, she had to fill the role of one. She knew the way to the lab but was also very human and liable to freeze to death even in the Humvee. Before that, he wanted her Lambo, even if it was pink; he wanted it bad.

“Yan, give me your keys,” Silas said.

She held her keys to her chest. “You’ll drive off and leave us,” Yan said.

“Nah, he’s going to keep us because we’re the bitches that survived that Darwinian orgy.” Desire said.

“Why do you want the car?” Mary asked.

“I have a storage space. I was going to toss the car inside. When we get to our destination, I plan to do the same with the Humvee. We can also store stuff inside the Humvee while Zacharia and Lizzy have to carry things by hand.”

“What happens when they get there before us?” Wendy asked.

Silas stared at the surviving redhead that had eaten her competition. From what Lily said, they were closer to succubi than humans after the orgy. Each of them would receive a demon contractor class option. After the orgy, they each gained hundreds of charisma points, making them excellent summoners. With the party skill, he could get them there fast.

Yan tossed him the keys, and he approached one of the holes the undead made in the wall. The parking lot was behind the building, so it would be better to get the Humvee first load up everyone they could and stop by the parking lot to collect the Lamborghini.

His first step out of the building was greeted with the howl of hurricane-force icy winds. The building behind him rocked as the runes covering its surface flickered. He raised his hand and burned the first undead that charged him while more gathered.

It was a trap. While inside the building, the undead gave them some breathing room waiting for them to get brave. Silas held his hand up, and the silver flame gleefully blasted everything around him. The cone of the flamethrower spell expanded as more undead attacked. He stepped back into the building while a cyclone of silver flames spiraled in front of him.

Silas held his hand out, concentrating on the flames as the wind blew like the breath of an ice giant. The wind picked up as a zombie managed to reach its arm through the silver flames and stab Silas in the chest. Icy cold filled the wound, and he stumbled back. Shrieks filled the air as he raised a hand and grabbed the spiked limp.

Cold assaulted his hand, racing up his arm while he struggled. His mind searched rapidly for a solution hitting blank until his eyes fell on the widening cone blasting more enemies with silver flames. The wider it grew, the more easily the undead managed to pull themselves through it.

He had to take a gamble. During battle, after there was no more time for preparations, he had to experiment in the heat of the moment to test a fleeting hypothesis about the nature of the flamethrower spell. He could control the width of the spells cone with mana manipulation. Still, the silver flames had taken over that control to increase the width of its approach.

Icy tendrils of magic crawled from the wound in his chest while he struggled to battle the silver flame for control over the flamethrower spell. Sure, the undead around him burned, but they didn’t burn quickly. The flames had almost no stopping power with how wide their cone had gotten. So, the answer was obvious he needed more stopping power, and he thought the best way to get that was to shrink the cone.

The silver flame fought against his mind like a rampaging bull uncompromising in its rage, but in the cold and stabbed, Silas dug deep. Through his anger and need, the cone of the flame thrower shrank. Then, before the silver flame could retaliate for its loss, Silas ran with it. He shrank the cone down until he could barely fit his hand through it and turned on the silver flamethrower.