Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

Chapter 162: Impulsive

Things happened way too fast. Before they knew it, they were facing thousands of Ifrits. Each of them had the potential to self-destruct and cause another chain reaction that would create an explosion even bigger than the last one. The worst part about it was that it would only triple the clones present above them.

"This is our chance," Tarish took a deep breath and put all her hopes onto the golden oil lamp.

The Operator construct lit up, with golden light seeping out of the narrow spout, with mist-like particles.

Atlan's shoulder blades turned numb and prickly. His Angel Wings were acting up again. It only did this when it was in proximity to Angel Power.

Just as I thought. All Operator constructs have Angel Power inside them. This confirms my guess that all Canzers have an inherent weakness against Angels.

It also had another element he wasn't sure about. It was present in everyone's life. It was…

It's water! The construct has both Angel and Water power!

The colossal Humanoid Wolf was weak against silver and Angel power. This time, the Ifrit's weakness seemed to be water and Angel power!

This made sense because it's already been established that water was very effective against the Ifrit Canzer. It was so effective, in fact, that the mage accidentally killed one of the Ifrits and started a chain reaction that escalated the cloning of the Canzers into numbers by the thousands.

"The oil lamp will need at least 10 seconds to activate!"

"We don't have that much!"

The Ifrits seemed to have been roused by the appearance of the oil lamp. They roared and belted out fire through the cracks in their bodies. Something about the construct made them extremely angry.

The first thousand Ifrit Canzers powered up their lower bodies into a controlled explosion that rocketed them down toward the group of Saviors. Their red eyes couldn't be taken away from the golden oil lamp that was slowly brightening in a gold light.

"We need to kill these monsters before they destroy the construct," Tarish warned.

Atlan thought that the construct would activate in only a second. It needed 10.

"Why didn't we activate it earlier?"

"The construct can only be used once. We weren't sure if there were Ifrits hiding in the outskirts of the Remedium.

But now that there are thousands of them gathered here, the other Ifrits hiding in the corners will show themselves and gather with the group.

It's dangerous, but this is the only way to be sure that we'll get rid of the Ifrits once and for all."

If they used the construct minutes earlier when they were only facing tens of Ifrits at the same time, then they'd only be getting rid of those ten. There were hundreds more hiding in the outskirts of the Masamune district Remedium.

"Gah! I can't! I can't activate my LifeSkill!"

One of the mages used up too much of his energy. He needed more time to recover his stamina—time that they didn't have.

Thousands of Ifrits were only moments away from piercing through their roof and destroying the construct with it.

Tarish gritted her teeth as she tried to think of a solution to solve this problem, but she couldn't think of one.

Should we retreat, Tarish pondered.

It wasn't unheard of for a party to fail their mission. It was quite normal. Most parties fail one out of ten missions, and that was already considered a good record.

Although it was disappointing, it was much better than losing all their SoulTime.

If they tried to fight till their end, then they would only make the rescue team have a harder job. It was considered protocol for parties to retreat when they deemed that the mission was too hard to accomplish.

But even so, their pride as a team was on the line.

"Let's—"

And just as she was about to say those words, she suddenly saw something jump out of the corner of her eyes.

When everyone looked up, they suddenly saw a black battle-suited youth up in the air with his fist twisted back to his shoulders, as if he was about to punch the thousands of Ifrits with their horns reared right towards his face.

"What are you doing, porter?!"

"Is he crazy?!"

"Tarish! We need to pull him back!"

The 6th stage Saviors couldn't believe that a porter had the insane idea to try and face Ifrits all by himself.

The tanks already readied themselves to create a barrier between Atlan and the Ifrits to draw him back to safety.

Even Tarish was ready to jump up and catch him in mid-air.

She regretted the fact that she invited a 2nd-stage Porter to their mission. He was too naive and impulsive to know when to retreat and when to attack.

If Atlan lost his SoulTime in this mission, then she'd be the one responsible for his life.

Just as they were about to move, they suddenly felt a black pressure that stopped them in their tracks.

This pressure enveloped their whole bodies and made them feel as if they were in the presence of a God.

It activated their fight-or-flight instincts.

They thought that they were fighting against another Canzer, but when they looked at the source of this strange pressure, they were stupefied to see that it was coming from the Star Porter himself!

Atlan's whole body was clad in a black inferno. Even his black battle suit could not compare to the blackness of these flames. It was as if the Star Porter was enveloped with the darkness and desolateness of space itself! It absorbed all the light, not letting any color reflect off it.

"Is that…is that his Physique LifeSkill?"

They've heard about his strange Physique LifeSkill from rumors and gossip around the City. They thought they were mere lies, but they witnessed that strange black fire right in front of their very eyes.

That strength cannot be faked. And from what they felt from the pressure he emanated, they even thought that they underestimated his power!