BXBX NOVEL Chapter 319 Any Weaknesses?
“Says your heart,” she gave me a bright smile that made my mind go blank for one second.
“Ahem,” I cleared my throat to control myself, while she met it with a laugh of amusement. “Let’s talk about this Ed then. What’s his class? Any clue about it?”
“Told you already, it’s not that important,” she pouted in a funny way, “anyway, it’s something related to wars.”
Under my demanding gazes, she finally said it. “Like Berserkers?” I asked and she paused as if she didn’t know exactly what his class was.
“As I recall, he has the power to make his troops stronger,” she slowly said before a flash of realisation appeared in her eyes, “it’s like a stat boosting class for all of his troops in the field.”
“Pretty strong indeed,” I honestly said.
“Not that much, compared to yours at least,” she shrugged before punching me weakly onto my shoulder, “yours are really terrifying. You can summon deadly armies of weird creatures, and control such a massive number of soulers. You are scared if we just compare the classes, and I’m talking about all other races in the apocalypse.”
“But it seems not that much effective against his cultivation and god, right?” I gave her a serious look, and she nodded.
“I have to be fair here, your class is very deadly in any open war. But if that dude analysed your strength thoroughly, and he would do that for sure, then he will turn the clash into a personal fight between only the two of you.”
“I see,” I thought for a second, “his cultivation is much higher than mine, right?”
“It’s not that,” she seriously said, “that dude was so damn lucky to gain a blessing from a god compatible with his cultivation.”
“How so?” It was the first time for me to hear about such a thing.
“Let’s start with his god then… he isn’t a human race god, but a god that belongs to a race that doesn’t compete in any of our apocalyptic worlds.”
“An alien god?!!! What race does he belong to?” I was shocked to hear that.
“It’s a race you won’t know,” she said before adding, “it’s called the warlords.”
“Such a name… Is it the real name of a race or just their famed title?” I couldn’t believe there would be a race that would be known by this name.
“It’s their famed name, as for their original name, it’s called Morengers,” she said a weird name to my ears, one I never heard about before, “they are a bunch of crazy people, fighting wars much more than Berserkers. Berserkers are considered docile in comparison.”
“Docile?!!” I couldn’t believe that. Just picturing Wryly as a docile being was something weird and funny.
“Don’t be surprised, they use a weird way to get stronger,” she looked so damn serious, even pointing with her index finger here and there as if she was explaining to me in a lecture or something.
“They kill their foes, then absorb a portion of their strength. Adding a few portions with each kill, their strength will grow.”
“This…” I was surprised when I heard that. Didn’t that mean they would grow stronger exponentially or what?
“Don’t rush to conclusions,” she stopped me before adding, “there is a limit for anyone from that race to grow stronger. And that limit is…”
She stopped here and I could only think about one thing.
“Cultivation.”
“Exactly,” she said, “that race depended entirely over cultivation of ways that will build stronger bodies fast. But that’s just a loser path as I heard from Ed before. The right path is to select a cultivation that will start weak and grow stronger with the help of the race’s nature.”
“But…”
“I know, he is human, right?” she got what I wanted to say before adding, “but that god gave him part of his power. I don’t know all the details, but I saw the process of him absorbing parts of my dead elites five times! I know what I’m saying, he now has part of that race’s power.”
“That makes him a hybrid!” I was shocked to realise this. The king, the one who hailed to be the most merciless and bloody king in the entire human history pre and post apocalypse, the hero who established one mighty kingdom that lasted for a hundred years after the start of the apocalypse… He… Wasn’t a human!
Damn! It never even crossed my mind.
“As for his cultivation, it’s built over absorbing parts of the enemies he personally killed to grow stronger,” she added, “it’s a rare thing, something that even in that race doesn’t happen except for one in an entire generation.”
“This…”
“I told you… he has a cultivation base that supports that race’s ability. His deadliest weapons are his cultivation and his god, as simple as that.”
I blinked, stopped talking for a few minutes while absorbing everything she said so far.
This dude… aside from being half human half Morengers, he was really strong. He gained part of the power of the god supporting him. He was just like me, ending up gaining part of the old man’s race’s powers.
As for his cultivation, it wasn’t that impressive in my eyes alone. At least I hoped for my cultivation to be far stronger and more unique than his. But combined with that race’s power, it was really deadly.
Killing was his only way to get stronger. Absorbing parts of power from the ones he killed would keep his power rising without knowing a limit.
Even the limit known to the Morengers race didn’t exist to him. Damn! He was lucky indeed in having such a combined god and cultivation.
“Any weakness then?” no one was invincible. If he was this strong in everything, then he would be a god and not a human.
“ًWell… you can consider his class as one of his weakness.”
“That doesn’t count,” even if my class was superior to his, it wasn’t enough to bridge the wide gap between our two individual strengths.