I Refused To Be Reincarnated

Chapter 185: The Third Trial: Spear of Doom

Ignatius' eyes trembled as an icy shiver ran down his spine upon realising how monstrous the spear was. Despite not being a weapon expert, he understood the basics. Plasma cannon used kinetic energy and heat to deal devastating damage. With them, armor and steel were like butter under a hot knife.

Yet, despite their high destructive power and penetration, he didn't fear them. So why were his instincts yelling to dodge the spear, no matter the cost?

Panic contorted his grotesque features as realisation struck him. "It is stronger than plasma cannons!" He exclaimed in panic, scrambling as far as possible from its conjuror. His three hearts raced, and every fiber of his body tensed as he subconsciously raised his tentacles and wings in a desperate attempt to protect himself.

Alas, Adam was only half a meter away, still suspended mid-air and ready to shoot at any moment. The mist covering his features parted, revealing a blood-curdling demonic smile as he drew inspiration from old legends to baptise his new technique. "GUNGNIR!"

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

Four devastating explosions echoed in the air, blasting Adam towards the ground and propelling the spear with appalling speed.

The wind raged, announcing the impending calamity descending upon the world for a second before...

CRACK

As gravel rained down and rocks cracked, the ground suddenly exploded, revealing the winding corridor of the second floor a meter away from Ignatius.

A deafening silence engulfed the chamber as Adam swiftly stood up and peered at the chaos his attack created before turning his head towards the monster.

"AAAAAAAAAAH!"

His smile broadened to reach his ears upon glancing through the massive hole in Ignatius' bent torso as the monster's screams echoed like music in his ears.

Then, the seemingly suspended time resumed its merciless course as a river of disgusting thick blood flowed down Ignatius' torso, flooding the floor in purple.

"W-What was that?" The feminine voice stuttered in complete disbelief. She had a basic understanding of Adam's strength. Yet, he kept proving her wrong despite his crazed state.

"MaGiC," Adam answered, his brows creasing into a frown. The voice appeared after he inserted the insect in his ear. He was certain. Did it mean someone was trying to steal his body?

However, his thoughts were cut short as Ignatius roared, "Misha! Take control of his body, now!"

Never had he felt such pain. The spear had obliterated everything it passed through, including his vertebrae and heart. But the genuine pain came from the frost assaulting him through Misha's soul.

Upon hearing his roar, Adam's frown depended. Did he make an error with the bug? Unsure and threatened, he swiftly conjured a mana hand, making it phase through his head and crush the bug.

Simultaneously, focusing on healing the wound, Ignatius gritted his teeth in hatred. His link with the chimaera brain vanished, depriving him of his contingency plan. Now, he had to either kill the man or tempt Misha enough for her to cooperate with him.

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With one solution appearing easier than the other, he yelled again, "If you take over his body, I promise to create a new chimaera queen for you! Help me, Misha."

However, only silence answered his plea as Misha's voice echoed in Adam's mind.

"Don't listen to him. He is panicking after realising he can heal his wounds but not his heart." She said, simultaneously detaching one of her cells from Adam's brain and using it to devour the dead chimaera. Then, she added, "He won't be able to sustain his body if you destroy the heart in his left paw."

"GeT OuT oF mY HeAd," Adam answered, his eyes widening after hearing her voice again. Didn't he kill the insect? So, how could she still talk to him?

However, Ignatius' voice resounded hatefully again as new flesh grew, closing the wound before new skin covered it.

"Fool! Die with him, then!" He exclaimed in a mix of fear and hate as the ground trembled under his paws. Subsequently, he raised his lower torso's tentacles and lashed them all simultaneously. A massive wall of meat covered the ceiling, obscuring the light as they fell on Adam's location.

"Nooo!" Misha howled in sadness before adding miserably, "We were so close to beating him..."

The battle was essentially over, and she knew it. Adam wouldn't survive the widespread strike, and his defences would never hold on. Yet, instead of seeing him panic, she heard him roar in mad laughter.

"HAHAHA. COME, MONSTER. EVERYTHING YOU TRY TO DO TO ME, I'LL DO IT TO YOU FIRST." He declared with his hand raised defiantly towards the ceiling.

Instantaneously, many red projectiles aiming upward appeared around him. Blades, spear tips, arrowheads, every single one of them encased in vibrating negative energy and emanating frost.

They spun rapidly, gathering wind as he screamed excitedly, "GATE OF MYSTICAL ARSENAL!"

With his shout, the weapons came to life, cut the wind, and confronted the terrifying tentacles in a silent collision, causing a downpour of purple blood in the chamber.

However, why wait for the resolution of the clash? Now that he remembered some vague parts of the stories he liked the most and proved it was possible to draw inspiration from them, he felt unbeatable. Moreover, despite his mana running dangerously low, he still had access to almost inextinguishable negative energy.

Without a single glance at the tentacles, he materialised another giant spearhead. Repeating the creation process in a flash, the wind roared as he depleted his remaining mana to propel the weapon, aiming for the heart in the monster's paw.

Amidst four loud explosions, the wall behind Ignatius exploded in a rain of rubbles as the spearhead drilled a deep hole in its hard surface.

Once again, Ignatius failed to understand what happened before it was too late. His body lost balance as he tumbled to the ground, and blood flooded from the hole.

With bloodshot eyes, he screamed in pain and madness, "ARGH! I swear I'll kill you!"