Chapter 25- Preparations

"Flame-Gale Magic- [Crimson Hell]."

Simon's voice resonated with power as he unleashed his newly mastered skill. Like a cascade of illuminated jewels, thousands of vibrant flames descended, each akin to a bright peanut, raining down upon the terrain. The magic's fiery touch painted the landscape with an infernal hue, consuming all it touched.

Amidst the blaze, the amenodactyls suffered the wrath of his magic – some perishing instantly, others sustaining grave injuries. A few among them, guided by their instinct, nimbly navigated the onslaught and came attacking him.

They screeched and flapped their wings, a storm of sharp winds was generated.

Seeing their assault, Simon did not dodge, he remained rooted with an unyielding resolve. A large twister started swirling with him as the centre with terrifying momentum.

The twister created by Simon flung itself upon the oncoming storm of sharp currents, a meeting that held no explosive noise but a silent, fierce assimilation. The tornado absorbed the wind's savagery, growing in both size and potency, a maelstrom charged with destructive energy.

"Heh have a taste of your own skill. Gale magic mastery- [Howl of the Storm]."

With his command, the twister now strengthened by the skills of these monsters surged forth, engulfing the remaining Amenodactyls. Their cries of agony were absorbed by the vortex as it carved through their ranks, rending their bodies into grisly fragments.

After the twister settled, a large group of corpses split into many different pieces littered the ground a gruesome sight.

Even after using two large AOE spells their numbers still remained quite high. The remaining Amenodactyl surged towards him, But before they could advance towards Simon, their movements were halted by a mighty roar that pierced the air like a clarion call of impending doom.

ROOOOOOOOAAAAAARRRR

The sky itself seemed to shudder as a battalion of Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorses emerged, charging in unison with unrivalled might. The collective thunder of hooves echoed across the expanse as they descended upon the remaining amenodactyls, a display of dominance that left both the earth and air trembling beneath their power.

The skill the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse used was called [Stampede]. It gives the illusion of hundreds of Warhorses charging and trampling over the enemies. The skill was very mighty and overwhelming and gave anyone watching a sense of dread.

After using the [Stampede] all the illusions disappeared leaving behind a cloud of dust. When the dust settled all that remained was a pile of rubble, there was no sign of the colony of Amenodactyls their corpses buried under the wreckage.

""You did quite well," Simon's voice conveyed his approval as he affectionately patted the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse. Climbing atop its back, he gazed upon the aftermath.

"Let's go find another group. We must raise our level as much as we can in these few days." Simon said as he urged the warhorse. With a resolute neigh, the warhorse acquiesced, soaring toward their next challenge. 

They repeated this cycle every day for the past few days until they were completely tired. And amidst this constant training and levelling seven days quickly passed by.

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As the final day of their preparation approached, Simon found himself looking at the "Shop" option of his dungeon's menu. The section he was looking at was the clothes section which displayed a wide variety of fancy and formal clothes.

Since he was going to attend a banquet where a large number of high-ranking demons would gather, his current appearance would clearly stand out, and that too in a negative way.

From the day he reincarnated into this world up until now, he was only wearing simple pants, a pair of leather boots, and not a shred of cloth on his upper half.

If he went out in his current appearance on a momentous gathering such as this one, he would be marked as an outlier and even potentially invite unwanted attention.

As such, he had to wear something that did not made him stand out.