Spirit Taming

Chapter 672: Even Worse Monsters

The figure that broke free of the flames was not something that could be considered human or beast. It was clearly a monster made from unknown means due to the vial that had been consumed by the Mourne family young master.

The hulking figure was standing on two lags after raising itself up from all fours. Large claws came out of its fingers which burned with slight flames. The scaled skin covering its body and ripping through the clothing it had once worn proved many times over the muscles that had just formed were powerful.

With a wide maw like a salamander, it boasted viciously sharp serrated teeth. As if they had been perfectly crafted by a blacksmith for tearing and destroying. But that wasn't even half of it when it came to the spiked red tail which could easily whip around and cause devastating damage to whatever it hit.

Clark could only battle with the thoughts in his head when the sharp reptilian eyes focused on him and a growl began to echo around him.

The fact that the young master of the Mourne family had said that the lord of the red moon would be willing to take them back meant everything. That the Mourne family had been here to cause damage and ruin Nova City. It explained why they had done so much evil. Explained how they were always so powerful.

Even if they had not always been controlled by the blood moon cult, they were people that sought out power no matter the cost. They could not care for the lives lost in their pursuit for it. As long as they gained strength, they would gladly destroy every other human and beast that they could.

Even worse, it was clear that the Moure family had been close enough with the blood moon cult that they could know more about their plans for expanding the controle of the cult to other race's cities. The potential that there were even more of the blood moon cult members mixed in to the Mourne family forces also did not escape Clark's thoughts.

Devi darted toward the back of the monster that had just formed in front of their eyes. His claws raked the scales and showing absolutely no damage. The attacks that had worked just a few minutes ago were now obsolete. He couldn't seem to easily cause even a scratch on the scales of this monster.

'Dragon blood monstrosity- monster

This disgusting beast is an insult to all proud dragons. A beast that was attempting to use dragon blood to become part dragon and a human tamer filled with evil intentions melded themselves together to become this thing.

Due to the dragon blood within it, the adaptability of this monster was heightened which allowed the addition of a unique blood line which enabled these two to fuse. The results of this were that the dragon blood which allows control over flames was enhanced along with the alteration in form.

The fusion of both energies and the destruction of the bond between tamer and beast allowed an even greater change to occur. While losing most intelligence, massive physician strength was gained. Now able to fight and use the fire that the draconic flame salamander used.

The immense defensive ability that comes with dragon scales is mimicked in the salamander scales all over its body. The very same with the teeth and claws which can both heat up with fire energy or be covered in flames. The only skill that suffered was the ability to breath flames multiple times in a row. It is not more limited due to the inner original changes.

This monster will easily fall in to enraged tantrums field by the singular desire to massacre other living beings. When it is done doing so, it will most likely begin to seek out others to kill and battle with. But the potential for it to regain some intelligence is high due to the blind arrogance and pride it has engraved within its mind and body by another powerful being…'

While reading the analysis and being focused on by the reptilian eyes of the monster before him, Clark felt that Crim Had become incredibly angry. As a dragon type beast, Crim could sense the insult that came with this monster in front of him.

The dragons were a proud beast species. It was even fairly well known that there were intelligent dragons that were their very own race. It was fairly rare that there were other races that had beasts with dragon typing. That was simply because they were rare in general. Buit where dragons reigned, they were intelligent, old, and extremely powerful.

They did not involve themselves with lower strength races.

This was clear when Clark had met the ice dragon. She was only there to keep a massively powerful beast sealed away because it could have taken down the entire world. The only hope for her was Clark who had given her a way to be free one day through certain unique forging and training methods.

Crim was a celestial slime dragon. He had been a dragon with undead typing due to his origins, however, he also had many sub typings because of those origins. He took pride in where he came from. Especially since he could sense the strength that came from the dragon blood within him.

As Crim became a celestial slime dragon, that pride had only grown. A celestial slime dragon had immense potential to become a being well above others. He knew this well. Right now, he was still weak compared to that potential future. When he looked at the monstrosity created using a fire dragon's blood… the dragon energy in his body began to become chaotic.

This led to the armor around Clark's body taking on a more vicious shape. Instead of a defensive appearance, there were spikes that mimicked spines on a dragon's back. The wings on the armor also became more streamlined. This adaptability spoke only to the incredible strength that came with Crim being a SLIME dragon. Malleable and flexible.

The feeling that came with this was also heightened by the much larger amount of dragoon energies that Crim was allowing to flow towards Clark through their bond. It said one thing, destroy that monster.

As if feeling that change, the monster leaped forward with claws outstretched to destroy Clark as well. When Clark managed to leap backwards, the claws hit the ground easily scooping out large chunks of the reinforced training ground floor. It was easily the perfect show of physical force behind claws that could tear Clark limb from limb.

As Clark began to handle the monster who had once been the young master of the Mourne family, there was a brutal fight going on right outside the Nova city walls.

"I see that my son has decided that he no longer cares to play with this little city. To be fair, I was wondering how long it would remain useful." The sudden stop of General Mounre in fighting with General Mane made General Mane confused. Their silent battle had been just that, silent.

Sensing the massive changes in energies as multiple Mourne family guardians and other forces began to become monsters, General Mane understood. "You had forsaken even your humanity years ago. When you first started to cut down the good natured people of your own race." This growled statement made General Mourne grin a wicked smile. It oozed arrogance and pride.

"Humanity? No, I threw aside what made me weak and came to the conclusion that there was a greater purpose. Why do we remain cut in half from our spirit beasts? Why not accept them and become one with them? Hm? Only the powerful should be allowed that right.

I was offered the proper materials to make that come true and now, I will ensure that it remains that way as we change the world to become the one it should be."

The change made General Mane on edge. The storm he wore appeared to become much more densely populated by crimson flames. General Mourne waved a hand and multiple beasts he had raised appeared. They were varying in strength, but all appeared to match his son's beast. They had reptilian origins and held small amounts of dragon blood.

"I gave my son just enough to grow stronger, but no son will ever truly outgrow their father when the father becomes immortal. Have you ever known why dragons live so long? They are just like the infinite flame serpents of legend. They carry potent blood. If you foster that blood, you can become a dragon too. The peak of strength in the world."

The air trembled as General Mourne also took out a vial. Much larger than the one Clark had seen, not that he was there to witness this one. Regardless, the vial of dark blood was quickly poured in to General Mourne's mouth. General Mane could barely react before massive flames the size of a house enveloped him and the entirety of his beasts.