The Pleasure Lord

Chapter 372 Thor!- Part 4

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'Hmph! That small ball can create immense heat like that of lava in a small area and vaporize everything in the range of five meters. Even if you are not dead, you will have sustained life-threatening injuries.' Recarde thought in his heart.

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That ball wasn't a common thing. It was a weapon of destruction developed by the current Ulesis on the basis of some ancient weapon of a foreign race. Based on their lethality and use, these balls were ranked as per the human Black-Yellow-Earth-Heaven Alchemical weapon grade. The one in Recarde's hand was a low-grade earth rank explosive bomb. It could very well kill any early and mid-stage Elemental Realm cultivator if they are directly hit or are in its range. It is said to be more lethal and effective than talisman and alchemical products that are made by humans having similar effects.

Since only the Ulesis can produce them, their supply is very low and they are stored by the main tribe as strategic weapons for emergency use. Therefore, they can only be used if and when, in case, the Barbarians go to war with humans in the future or they are threatened by tribes rebelling against the Ulesis. But still, some of these portable alchemical bombs are distributed and auctioned to all the large tribes on the basis of their contribution to the main tribe. Romethra had gathered twelve of such alchemical bombs with various primary effects such as explosive, healing, freeze, poison fog, etc. The Antral Chief had acquired them in exchange for quite a large sum and merit.

As the most talented son, Recarde got two Alchemical bombs as gifts to safeguard himself in case of danger. Since the bomb was to safeguard his safety, Recarde didn't regret using it now on Thor and the Spirit Beast. "Bemo Recadre (Young Master Recarde), what's going on here? Are we getting attacked by someone" By now, the barbarians living in the tribe had arrived near the battle location upon hearing the shouts and rhythmic thumping sounds of someone pounding at the walls. They witnessed the blood-red water wall upon arriving, the Spirit Beast, and at its feet the bodies of decapitated Barbarian warriors until they saw their young master throwing the alchemical bomb at the walls. Seeing the explosion engulfing the creature and the one behind it in fire and smoke, someone in the crowd, each carrying some sort of weapon in their hands, asked.

Recarde and the others were shocked to their core when they saw those cold eyes spewing out streaks of lighting. "You finally made me angry, young warrior. Quite a powerful Alchemical weapon you got there. Have you got any more of them?" Thor's voice thundered in the air.

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"No? It's alright. Even if you had more, you can't use them. Do you know why? Because you would die before you touch your bag." Thor said in an emotionless voice. Lighting crackled around his body and condensed in the palm of his hands.Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novelenglish.net . (ꜰ)ire.ɴet

"Wh-o? Who are you?" Recarde asked, sounding a little suffocated due to the pressure that Thor was releasing unconsciously. He gulped in fear upon hearing the naked threat given by the enemy. He almost wanted to move his hand and take out another one of his last alchemical balls and throw it at the lighting-covered Barbarian and run. But his instinct screamed against it.

The Barbarians warriors, all five hundred of them, were also terrified, but they raised their weapons to face the enemy and protect Recarde and their tribe members standing behind them.

"Me? Yes, I should at least introduce myself before sending you off. My name is Thor, and for the record, I'm a Barbarian." Thor lied without batting an eye. He looked pretty impressed with the Barbarian warriors standing on their feet while facing his pressure.

As lighting finally condensed into a spear in Thor's hands, he turned his eyes to the youngest son of Romethra and said in a cold, unforgiving voice, "You hurt my friend Anahita, the Water Spirit. Only death will come to those who hurt my friends. So go and die now!"

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