Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

One-third of the city\'s defenders had already fallen at the hands of these beasts, and the numbers weighed heavily on his shoulders. If it increases more, the lives inside the city would be massacred in minutes.

Of course, he full well knew that there was also his wife and daughter inside the fortress.

With hardened determination etched into his handsome face, Longus glanced at the other A-Rank powerhouses who were locked in fierce combat, holding back the tide of smaller beasts.

Their efforts were praiseworthy, but this was his burden to bear. If he couldn\'t kill the Dreadnaught Colossus, the city would be lost.

With a resolve forged in countless battles, City Lord Longus launched himself into the sky, his body a blur of motion.

"Heavenly Crow Transformation (S)!" he roared, his voice echoing through the battlefield.

In a blinding flash, his form began to shift, enveloped in flames that burned with the intensity of a dying star. His body expanded, feathers of dark fire sprouting from his back as he transformed into a massive, crow-like creature of nearly 100 meters long. His eyes blazed like molten gold, and his wings, now immense and awe-inspiring, cracklingo with fiery energy.

"KAAAWRR!"

As the transformation completed, City Lord Longus was no longer merely a man—he was an Heavenly Fire Crow, a living embodiment of celestial fire and wrath.

With a powerful flap of his wings, he ascended higher, the heat radiating from his body scorching the very air around him. The sky above darkened, as if night had fallen early, and the battlefield was illuminated by the eerie, fiery glow of his presence.

He fixed his burning gaze on the Dreadnaught Colossus below, its massive form still hurtling toward the city.

"KAAAWRR!"

With a cry that shook the heavens, Longus unleashed a torrent of searing flames from his wings, cascading down like a hellish rainstorm. The flames were not just ordinary fire—they were the Heavenly Crow\'s Flames, capable of reducing even the mightiest of beasts to ashes.

The flames struck the Colossus with explosive force, engulfing it in a swirling inferno. The beast roared in pain and fury, its thick hide beginning to crack under the relentless heat. But the Dreadnaught Colossus was no ordinary foe; it continued its charge, undeterred, though its movements slowed as the flames ate away at its colossal form.

City Lord Longus circled above, his fiery wings leaving trails of light in the darkened sky. He knew that one attack would not be enough. Gathering more of the celestial fire within him, he prepared for another strike, determined to bring it down.

Then, the Colossus had enveloped itself in a shroud of pure darkness, becoming nearly invisible and intangible as it merges with the shadows. This shroud began to absorb all forms of light and energy, rendering most of the attacks useless.

"Uh..." City Lord Longus muttered, a flicker of surprise crossing his usually stoic face. He hadn\'t expected the Dreadnaught Colossus to devour his celestial fire so effortlessly.

"Let\'s see how many times you can do this," he growled under his breath, his determination unwavering as he unleashed another torrent of celestial fire upon the beast.

But as the flames engulfed the Dreadnaught Colossus, something unexpected happened. Instead of being consumed by the searing heat, the creature absorbed the fire, its massive form pulsing with newfound strength. Each time it fed on the celestial flames, its power grew, the dark energy swirling around it becoming more intense.

City Lord Longus watched in disbelief as the beast not only withstood his attacks but seemed to grow stronger by devouring on them. His flames, whic was meant to reduce the beast to ashes, were only making it stronger.

Realizing the futility of his current strategy, Longus ceased his assault, hovering in the sky as he stared down at the Dreadnaught Colossus with bewilderment. "What... what is this creature?" he murmured, the words barely escaping his lips.

In all his years of battle, he had never encountered such a strange and overwhelmingly powerful ability.

The creature was not merely resisting his attacks; it was feeding on them, growing stronger with each strike. "Isn\'t this too unfair?" he thought, the irony not lost on him that a creature named Dreadnaught Colossus would indeed fill him with dread.

He narrowed his eyes, the realization dawning on him. "This must be the work of that damned demon god," he concluded, his voice tinged with both anger and concern. Something much larger was at play here, a dark force must be manipulating events from the shadows.

Longus\'s sharp, piercing gaze scanned the battlefield, searching for any sign of a lurking presence, someone pulling the strings behind this monstrous power. But despite his efforts, he found nothing—no trace of the demons, no sign of any sinister figure orchestrating this chaos.

Left with no other choice, Longus refocused his attention on the Dreadnaught Colossus. The time for hesitation had passed. If he was going to defeat this monstrosity, he would need to go all out.

Unbeknownst to him, several figures were indeed watching him intently, hidden from sight. These shadowy beings blended seamlessly into the void, their presence so perfectly masked that even the most vigilant eye would pass over them without notice.

Had Aria\'s father been present, his unique affinity for the void might have revealed their lurking forms. But in the absence of his keen senses, the figures remained undetected, silently observing every move as the battle raged on.

Seeing his magical attack not working on the creature, Longus opened his mouth and let out a terrifying scream as if it shook the heavens. "KAAAWRR."

City Lord Longus watched intently as the Dreadnaught Colossus convulsed from the sound attack. The piercing scream had shaken the heavens, and it was clear that the creature was vulnerable to this auditory onslaught. This was a crucial discovery, one that he could exploit.

Seeing the effect, he grinned. He finally found its weakness—physical damage.

In his Heavenly Fire Crow form, he knew he had to press the advantage before the Colossus could recover.

With a swift motion, Longus spread his massive, Phoenix-like wings, each feather bristling with energy.

These weren\'t ordinary feathers-they were forged from the toughest components of the celestial flames and imbued with holy power, each one capable of delivering devastating damage.

He focused his energy, channeling all his power into his wings. The feathers began to glow with a fierce, golden light, their edges sharp as blades.

He could feel the destructive potential within them, each one ready to unleash holy retribution upon the dark creature below.

With a powerful flap of his wings, he sent thousands of these deadly feathers hurtling toward the Dreadnaught Colossus.

The sky above the battlefield darkened as the barrage of fiery daggers rained down, each one trailing a streak of light as it descended.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The feathers struck with explosive force, each impact resonating across the battlefield like thunder. The holy power infused in the feathers tore through the dark shroud that surrounded the Colossus, each strike causing the creature to roar in agony.

The holy energy seared its flesh, leaving behind gaping wounds that sizzled and smoked.

The damage from the attack was significant. The creature\'s once-impenetrable darkness veil was now riddled with injuries, its dark energy wavering as the holy power disrupted its form.

The Dreadnaught Colossus staggered, its massive body trembling under the relentless assault..