Blacksmith of the Apocalypse - Chapter 1181

Chapter 1181: Lou Carcol

Slackjawed, she found that her level was too low to get more than the name of the beast. This meant it had to be past lv. 180, maybe even over 190?

On top of that, the name meant nothing to her. What was a Lou Carcol? She had put extensive research into her endeavor to find worthy beasts to add to her undead army after she attained the undead dragon.

But she had never heard of a Lou Carcol. An unknown beast of tremendous level and size suddenly aimed for them? They had to prepare for a fight. She doubted this would be over with just one or two breaths of her dragon. She was about to put the artifact away when her scouter gave another reading.

On the slopes of the moving mountain, she spotted a horse with sickly, pale fur. In the middle of its forehead was a festering wound, with rotten, black blood flowing down over its snout. Its maw was filled with the fangs of a predator, giving it a terrifying, uncanny look.

“A Night Mare!” She thought surprised. Night Mares were rare. As they were unicorns that were defiled by darkness, they were even rarer than unicorns. She had wanted one as a mount but was unable to find one. This one, however, already had a horseman.

Atop the pale white horse sat a knight in black armor, shining like a dark crystal. Dark fog was slowly emerging and sinking from his armor, enveloping him and his mount in a mystic aura. Just seeing the knight gave her a feeling of impending doom. The aura of death was strong in this one.

“Get ready for battle!” Natina started giving commands and briefing the commanders of the different units. Even if they didn't know what creature Lou Carcol was, or what power the dark knight held, it was best if the Soldiers got ready to defend themselves.

Quickly, the shields and defensive formations around the camp were reinforced, while Natina and her advisors communed. Ultimately, it was just a briefing, as the Chosen of Kali had already made her decision. She would take Kalzemir and attack the creatures before they even reached the camp.

“Let's go, Kalzemir,” she told the skeleton dragon. The rotten wings flapped and the giant beast rose to the skies, thanks to the magic imbued in its movements. With its mighty wings, it only took the dragon and necromancer a minute to reach the mountains that was slowly drawing closer to their camp.

The small mountains was now right below her, however, the dark knight and his steed had vanished by the time they arrived. There was only the mountain, which had suddenly come to a halt, acting as if it was just a normal peak among dozens of others.

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To him, the cause of the attack was obvious. It had to be the creature Natina talked about. He doubted it was a coincidence that the attack happened almost immediately after the Chosen of Kali and the dragon left camp. He grabbed the next best adjutant.

“Contact Princess Durnham. Describe the situation and tell her to hurry.”

After barking his order and jumped into combat to mitigate the damages. Although he couldn't permanently stop the tentacles, he could keep mowing them down whenever they popped up. The campsite was quickly drenched in slime.

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Natina stared at the mountain under the dragon. She had just heard what was happening in the camp and came to the same conclusion as Sosuke.

“Kalzemir, destroy it!” she commanded the mountain-sized dragon, perching on the smaller mountain. The massive, flesh-less maw snapped open, as the dragon's breath built up. As Kalzemir lacked the bodily function that usually enabled the dragon to breathe, the skeleton dragon had to form it with mana alone.

The mountain didn't move and a minute later, the mighty dragon breath enveloped the mountain below its feet. Within a moment, the outside started glowing bright orange and liquefied, running down the mountain like lava.

Molten slack was pooling around the mountain, but there was still no reaction from the Lou Carcol. After several minutes the breath finally died down. Silence followed as the lava quickly cooled. Natina was about to order another breath when what was left of the mountain shook.

The dragon started flapping its wings, hovering above the mountain, as slaps of hardened lava broke apart and slipped off. Falling slack revealed a smooth, gray shell below. The mountain was just a camouflage for a massive spiraled shell.

Finally, the beast revealed its face!