Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer Chapter 1041
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"What happened?"
Sam asked as he dodged the arrow once again. He also looked at the Tribe chief who is standing at the balcony. The attendants seemed to have brought some kind of arrows from inside.
They carried them by hand and for every single arrow, two people were needed.
"Boss, they are Soul-Destroying arrows. Once they were shot, they wouldn't stop pursuing the target until either they hit her or they run out of energy.
It is almost impossible to get rid of them, blocking would be futile." Vidyut looked at the arrows as he gulped nervously and explained to Sam."
"Are you sure they are the ones?"
"Yes, Boss. As their range is long, their aura is detectable, particularly by people who cultivated a cultivation technique tailor made for archers. Just like sword essence, we have Arrow essence, we can sense something unique to us.
The aura of the arrows is quite dangerous, we would definitely be hit by it if we don't do something now."
Sam sighed and spoke once again.
"Everyone, as long as you are within a few meters of the main mansion, try to defend yourself. Night Ghost, retreat a bit and defend yourself with those opponents are meat shields.
Vidyut, how long do we have before he could shoot them?"
"One arrow will take around thirty seconds to activate and he still hasn't started it, so we still have time."
"Then, you focus on him, use all kinds of arrows that could delay time. I would set up in the meantime."
Sam swung his swords and sent everyone around him away before setting up a formation.
He took out something and started assembling it rapidly.
When it was done, it looked like an artillery launcher, but with a longer barrel, big enough to launch a small rocket.
Sam took out two cylinders which are around half a foot long.
One of them is glowing a bit with different energies and another one has an internal structure similar to that of a beehive.
He wanted to place the glowing one inside, but he hesitated a bit before placing the hive one. There is a button at the foot of the stand.
"Everyone retreat for a few meters. Shield yourself from the explosion."
Sam's voice sounded serious than normal.
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Vidyut immediately stopped attacking with arrows as if he was exhausted, luring the tribe chief to attack him so that he could finish him off and get rid of the nuisance and it worked.
Night Ghost retreated as he lured the two people along with him.
Sam confirmed all of their locations and sighed, he took a deep breath before pressing the button at the foot of the stand.
The launcher started glowing and there is a large wind elemental energy formation that was activated.
The methane is not enough to send these things far. Even though this looks like it doesn't weigh much, each shell is still heavier compared to even large energy cells.
Sam used a wind elemental energy formation that could launch this shell for a decent distance.
As the shell left leaving the trial of energy, it started glowing.
Sam's focus was completely on the shell as his face looked heavy. The shell's hive structure started glowing and soon it collapsed as each block separated itself.
The hive split completely and it is so bright and glowing that it looked like a firecracker in the sky.
The tribe chief who finally got a chance to be rid of Vidyut's annoyance and was about to activate the soul-destroying arrows looked at the magnificent display with a frown.
He didn't expect that Sam would do something like, he doesn't know what is happening with this firework, but as the fragments slowly descended down, he felt extremely nervous and the sense of danger became more and more intense.
Before he could react the fragments already reached them and…
*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*
The explosions happened everywhere a fragment landed.
Each explosion is of fire elemental energy it either melted, burned or incinerated everything that was within its range.
The fragments covered a large area and it fell on space in front of the main mansion and covered a bit of the main mansion.
The Hob Goblins who are fighting stopped in shock as they looked towards the explosions and the two former tribe chiefs who are fighting with Night Ghost are no exception in these actions and even they looked at it.
Night Ghost didn't let this chance go and took their lives.
Sam looked at the destruction his creation caused and sighed once again. Of all the identities he had, he was famous for two of them in his previous life, the creator and destroyer, he liked the first one but couldn't embrace the second one.
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But he didn't have a choice as the most memorable creations of his are the things that could cause destruction.
He wanted to get out of this shell, but with every new invention or research he gained, he couldn't help but use it to create some destructive things. He wanted to control the urge many times, but his mind wouldn't let it go.
He knew that thing would only cause chaos and slaughter, but he still went away and made. The satisfaction of creating something always outweighed any possible sense of guilt which in itself is minute.
And every time he was in a pickle these things are the ones that are helping him.
He shook all these useless thoughts out of his head.
It is no use thinking about him. Trying to change himself is a pain in the ass.
He walked towards the Main mansion leisurely.
The Hob Goblins lost the war. There is nothing else they can do.
When the explosion cleared, the front part of the mansion turned into rubble and there are many dead bodies.
The effect of the shell Sam shot is not to focus on taking lives, it mostly destroyed structures and covers a wide range.
It would be most effective against some strong formation or fortified structure. But the fortifications of this structure is not on par to withstand the impact.
The tribe chief slowly got out of the rubble.
He could feel the broken ribs, the damaged internal organs and the burns all over his body.
He lost the war. He looked at Sam and his team leisurely walking towards him.
"Give me the heirloom."
Sam asked calmly.
"Please spare my tribe."
"I don't have the intention to massacre everyone. As I said, I am only here for the heirloom."
He took out a bow and gave it to Sam.
"Please take whatever you want. But spare the tribe."
Sam looked at him and observed his condition. Even though he is severely injured, it is only temporary, he would definitely recuperate if he takes care.
Sam didn't want to destroy a tribe completely anyway. The situation with Night Demons is different. They have too many scores to settle and Sam couldn't take a chance, but the situation here is only business and nothing personal.
Sam took out a pill and gave it to the tribe chief.
"Don't come looking for me in the future. If you do, the entirety of the HobGoblin race might go extinct because of your actions.
At this moment it is strictly business and it is your god that threw you into this pickle. But the next time, it would be your choice and it would be a bad one at that."
With that, he walked forward towards the temple.
The tribe chief panicked thinking Sam wanted to harm the tribe members, but the Night Ghost stopped him and said.
"Don't worry, he is not going after the tribe people. He going to talk with your god."
"Talk with God?"
"if you don't believe me, you can follow him. He did this before."
Sam went into the temple, applied the blood of the tribe chief he got on his hand earlier, and started that statue ritual.
Hou Yi and when he looked at Sam with the bow in his hands, he couldn't help but feel frustrated.
"Another useless tribe. I don't know why I am wasting my with this trash."
He cursed the tribe instantly even before Sam could speak.
Sam just looked at him for a second and took out a recording crystal and played it as he walked around the room looking at the sculptures.
The video is of the discussion between him and Hel. The discussion they had in the Night Demon family.
Hou Yi looked at it for a while, but his interest is gone in the middle as he became furious.
The statement of Hel saying she is not as dumb as Hou Yi rang in his mind.
Hou Yi looked at Sam in anger, he knew Sam is playing him by showing this video, but what can be done about it? He really is as dumb as Hel said and this is the proof of that, before he could speak, Sam took out an arrow and aimed the bow he just got and shot the arrow.
The arrow directly destroyed the head of the statue and the rest of the statue crumbled soon.
Sam and his subordinates left.
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