Lecherous Leech CH43

The wind whistled like the howling of wolves cutting through the library walls, freezing pipes, and people alike. No amount of dripping or insulation was enough to keep the pipes from bursting, and when they did, the free-flowing water froze as well. Imps moved quickly, nailing boards over shattered windows shivering as the building failed to insulate its occupants. Time ticked away at an old clock on a forgotten wall half frosted over, counting down the last minutes before the outbreak happened in full.

Silas worked with the imps putting up boards with shaky hands to keep the cold out, even if it was futile. He knew the only way out was through, which counted for his cold resistance skill and getting out of the dungeon. If he held back in the warm library, they would be overrun quickly. They were in the heart of Russia during the winter times 10 and were ill-equipped to deal with it.

Zacharia took a potion and gave his daughter one too. He wasn’t as friendly after Silas and Elizabeth had their argument. Pretenses were gone, and he wouldn’t lift a finger to help. They were slaves and master instead of people in an awkward situations trying to survive. He took advantage of the people and the wind up in the outbreak. Zacharia took his own advantages; Elizabeth let morality get in the way of advancement. She couldn’t see the difference between the dungeon and the outside. Instead of coming together, they broke apart, starting with withholding items to help fight the cold.

Silas reviewed his remaining bitches. Some were taking it better than others. The predator types who ate their fellow girls still froze but were like bears already fattened up for the winter. It was the skinny 10s that the cold swept through, even as they blocked it one board at a time.

As the last hour of peace departed, he saw movement in the shadows. Shining glacial eyes on dark frostbitten faces. The flesh was dead, frozen solid the wind saw to that, but even as it sucked the life out of the world, it put something back in that meshed with the monster core inside the residents of floor 1.

They were wolves prowling in the wind, their element even as the cold nipped at their heels, forcing them to work faster to block it out or freeze and join the cold dead. Silas could feel the magic in the wind mixed in with the cold, both things he had resistances for. Unfortunately, the girls weren’t so lucky, and his fairies felt it the hardest. One after another dropped like mayflies over a lake littering the library floor with their false bodies summoned by his magic.

“This is why you were nothing to worry about,” Elizabeth said.

“Don’t poke the dragon,” Zacharia said and shook his head. “I don’t know what to do with the two of you. Elizabeth was right; you are a rapist even if the adventurer’s court would throw the trial out because it was in a dungeon.” Then he looked at Elizabeth. “This wasn’t the time and definitely not the place to have a falling out with the guy who gave us numbers.”

Dungeon Quest

Reach The Lab 302 On Research BLVD

Reward: Rare Amulet of Spring Dreams

“It wants us to leave here and fight through the wind and monsters.” Desire said.

“We could take my car; there are chains for the tires in the back,” Mary said.

One of the larger predatory girls grinned and patted her stomach. “Who wants to ride inside me? It’ll be nice and warm, but I can’t promise I’ll remember to spit you out.” The girl said.

Silas raised his hand as the last few seconds fell away. His last day had been dedicated to mana manipulation and getting his only two offensive spells right. A blue encircled five-pointed star appeared in front of his hand, appearing as just that from a distance. Only up close could the stretched runes and fractals be seen. It was his first spell, more complicated than shoving mana into something if he didn’t count summoning imps. Fairies could appear by calling thanks to their neutral nature, and imps required some preparation.

His cursed flamethrower and cursed flame bolt spells were different. To get those right, he had to memorize every part of the summon circle and replicate it with mana manipulation. He had to create the encircled 5-pointed star from his mana reserves and hold it hovering above his hand.

To be blunt, it was a workaround. The real focus needed weeks of work to form something that could properly handle the cursed flame and even boost Silas’s power output. Instead, like fortify for his body, he used his mana to hold the shape he needed to summon the cursed flame.

Mana poured slowly into the pentagram while it crackled with energy. More power flowed into the pentagram as the timer hit zero and a clock somewhere in the back chimed.

He heard a bestial roar as bodies slammed against the boarded-up windows before the boards came loose, and an imp tossed a small fireball at the incoming monster. It had four spindly black arms; its first set was its natural human arms twisted into points to hold its torso up. Another small set pushed out above the shoulders ending at the head and pulling at the creature’s face. Signs of tears had already appeared as white bone appeared from within the blackened, frostbitten face.

It skittered towards one of the imps; its mouth opened wide as they pelted the creature with small fireballs. The flames licked at it but failed to catch the creature. It leaned its head forward, and its tiny hands reached out with cold black nails toward the beautiful innocent imp’s face.

Silas knew what the tiny arms were for. While the head fed, the tiny arms were there to rip pieces out of its prey to make consumption easier. While that was interesting, he wasn’t willing to watch it happen to his imps.

He shot forward and kicked the creature’s side. Despite its strength, it weighed less than a hundred pounds. It spun in the air before hitting the wall it came in from with a crack. It looked stunned while it was lodged halfway in the wall like some melted action figure while other monsters crawled through the hole it had already made.

Silas raised his hand even as the imps concentrated fire. Even as they managed to burn one of the undead, the horrible wind sapped their firebolt spells of heat. That’s what the cold did; it seeped inside the bones of its victims and burrowed deep, sucking the heat out. As a result, they were limited to his mana supply and to the skills unlocked by summoner lvl50. The fight would be over in an instant if they were at their full power in their true bodies. Here they could only use what they had at their disposal.

Familiar Acquired: Silver Flame – An elemental of cursed fire summoned from the ritual provided by the class Hellfire Wanderer. It is a hungry flame with no will of its own. Tame the flame and wield the power of hellfire.

From the pentagram, a tiny wisp of a silver flame appeared no larger than a flickering candlelight. The flame connected to Silas, and he knew it was his. That was another difference between himself and the imps. He had his cursed flame while they had to create a facsimile with their knowledge and the mana they had at their disposal. Most of the time, it would be more than enough, but this situation was different. The cold of death inhabited the first floor, a spirit of great power and a spell manifested by the dungeon itself.

Silas fed the silver flame his mana, the psychic energy from his mind, and even the golden power still forming within him. The flame grew brighter, filling the room with silver light; as he pointed to the undead, he kicked.

The silver flame had no will other than hunger until Silas fed it his desires. He didn’t suddenly become its master; it fought against him even as it barely manifested. Silas funneled his will and energies into it like stoking an ember back to life. It took and took, but that wasn’t enough; he felt its hunger and knew what it wanted. The energy wasn’t enough for it; the fire wanted him, and it lashed out with the very power Silas fed it.

He pointed forward as his will battled the silver flame, even as the undead he kicked barely moved a muscle since the flame had been summoned. Time had slowed to a crawl; even as Zacharia and Elizabeth moved, he wanted to fuck her wolf girl cunt, but that would have to wait. There were people who relied on him, and he wasn’t about to lose to some frost-bitten undead.

Silas pushed with all his might, and the flame fought him for a second before it gave a little.

Flames roared out loud as they fought the cold and consumed the undead. Silas could feel the glee from his silver flame as it consumed the corpse and burned it for kindling. He won the first battle of wills between himself and the silver flame, but there would be many more before he was its master.