Amon, The Legendary Overlord
chapter-255

*[Multiple Circuits!]*

With determination shining in his eyes, Amon immediately positioned himself between the girls and the looming threat. Without hesitation, he released his power, summoning a network of pulsating circuits that danced in the air, writhing and rippling like electrified serpents. The energy emanated from these circuits lit up the darkness of the forest, casting eerie shadows in all directions.

"Humph!" Zingringa, the grotesque beast, observed with a look of disdain as a gigantic axe materialized in his hand. With a dismissive wave, he unleashed a whirlwind of wind blades that collided with Amon's attack, scattering the circuits as if they were mere strands of light: "Too weak, too weak!"

What came next was even more terrifying. The wind, now charged with Amon's circuit energy, transformed into a storm of wind blades and lightning. The sound of the storm was deafening, a relentless roar that seemed to shake the very ground beneath their feet.

The storm grew in intensity, turning into a terrifying whirlwind of wind and lightning. The light from the glinting blades illuminated the scene in sporadic flashes, while the howling wind tore leaves and branches from trees, hurling them through the whirlwind in frenzied chaos. The surrounding trees swayed violently, their trunks creaking and groaning under the force of the wind.

The whirlwind expanded, creating a scene of devastation around it. The ground beneath it was torn and shredded, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. And at the center of it, all stood Zingringa, standing like a titan amidst the storm, his imposing figure standing out against the storm of destruction he had created.

"Keep running! Don't stop!" Amon shouted, his voice laden with urgency echoing through the forest.

The girls looked at Amon, their gazes filled with complex emotions. Fear, concern, and uncertainty were present in their eyes, but there was also a spark of determination.

"Let's go!" Ariel was the first to collect herself, her decision firm and unwavering. She grabbed the hands of Maisa and Julia, the twin sisters, and ran, pulling them along. Barbara hesitated for a moment, but Ariel did not let her linger. With a quick move, she used her whip to loop around Barbara's arm, pulling her along.

But Zingringa's cruel mockery cut through the air, his horrible voice reverberating through the forest. "You're not going anywhere!"

Zingringa's mere intonation was enough to chill anyone's blood. His voice, so ghastly and unsettling, seemed to infiltrate the ears and root itself in the mind of anyone who heard it. It was as if every particle of their bodies was on high alert, and their brains screamed a clear and unmistakable warning: the owner of this voice was a mortal danger.

Powerful winds came from all directions, converging towards Zingringa as if attracted to him. When the first gusts of wind touched his body, he began to glow in a cyan hue. His eyes shone in a sinister way, the usually white sclera was now a shade of light green tinged with blood red.

The monstrous teeth that projected from his mouth were so large and sharp that anyone who saw them might suspect that he was capable of grinding even iron with ease.

Mabel and the other women, who had started their escape, felt themselves being pushed by the wind. The force of the wind was so powerful that even Mabel, a Level 2 Innate, saw her speed decrease as she ran.

However, as the strongest in the group, Mabel took the lead, facing the wind head-on. Using her psychic powers, she expanded a barrier around herself. The barrier was like an invisible, sturdy sphere, cutting through the wind like a blade. This not only reduced the wind resistance but also created a trail of calm behind her, facilitating the other women's run. The barrier, though invisible, emanated a steady and firm force, as if it were an invisible armor protecting Mabel and the others from the overwhelming wind.

At that moment, Amon was entirely enveloped in crackling lightning, his eyes displaying a unique aspect - a luminous minus sign and sparks jumping from his irises.

Perhaps this whole situation had surprised Zingringa, at least a bit. He watched the scene in their direction with a peculiar look, as if reassessing the situation.

'These must be human prodigies. If they came through the damned tower in human territory, even if I kill them, they won't truly die. The smartest choice would be to capture them alive!' Zingringa did not want them to alert other humans.

If what they were doing on this planet became public, a series of problems could arise and he would hardly be able to stay alive.

Although he himself had undergone experiments, displaying an almost insulting nonchalance towards his own life, Zingringa did not wish to die. And above all, his desire to dissect these humans, especially the one with lightning powers, was an irresistible temptation. A series of thoughts invaded him, as he imagined dissecting this little human, but he did not delve into that line of thought; not wanting to be careless and let them escape.

Amon, far from being naive, took good advantage of the situation. In the brief moment when Zingringa remained immobile, immersed in his thoughts, Amon channeled a large part of his power.

*[Star Justice]!*

It was one of his most powerful genetic abilities. The more genetic energy was condensed, the greater the damage. Furthermore, the ability had an effect that partially ignored the opponent's defense.

Despite the colossal barrier separating Amon from the grotesque creature in front of him, he knew that to distract this creature for a while, he needed to use all his power.

He couldn't simply hope that this being, which looked like a bizarre mutation of a centipede, would continue to stand still while they ran away. So... Amon channeled all his genetic energy and launched his best attack, which had been enhanced when he advanced to level 2.

The attack moved forward with incredible speed and force, illuminating the forest with the radiant glow of the lightning stars. Zingringa, seeing the approaching attack, showed no concern. His confidence was such that he remained still as if inviting the attack to hit him.

However, when the "Star Justice" hit him, an explosion of resplendent energy enveloped Zingringa, and his presumptuous smile briefly disappeared. Even though Amon's ability partially ignored his defense, the damage inflicted was not enough to cause a serious wound. However, the force of the blow made Zingringa retreat a few steps, an expression of surprise crossing his grotesque face.

Zingringa's unshakeable confidence wavered a little. He did not expect this seemingly fragile human to be able to launch such a powerful attack. While he was not seriously injured, Zingringa had to admit that, at this moment, he had underestimated Amon's potential.