Eldritch Creature's Guide

Even before his unfortunate demise, he was able to match some Gold-Tier individuals under the right circumstances, but only those who didn\'t have any Mastery. Still, dealing with average Gold-Tier Professionals who didn\'t master the Path Mastery shouldn\'t be too much of a problem for him.

After the racial evolution, he got much stronger, but most importantly, his durability and survivability were something that was on a totally different degree compared to his previous self, when he was still racially a human, technically speaking.

However, it made him sometimes wonder if the humans that were already remolded by Mana, Primal Magic, or anything other would still count as human based on their DNA compared to the humans that never came into contact with any kind of Energires like Magic and so on...

Samiel hunted various creatures, ranging from lesser beasts to more formidable opponents; fortunately enough, there were a lot of Magical Beasts in these ancient forests, and a lot of them were brimming with powerful vitality and strong lifeforce, exactly the thing that he desperately needed for the Worldeater Broodmother.

Each battle was a test of his skills and an opportunity to gather the resources required because some of the Magical Beasts were proving to be as cunning as they were strong, not to mention he was sensing that the World\'s Will was putting some kind of attention on his person because more than often he was being ambushed by many and many Magical Beasts.

He didn\'t need to be a genius, even though he obviously was, in his opinion, that the World Will was sensing that he was a danger to the civilizations within this Lower World, and it was attempting to destroy him through these means.

It was rather particular, and he was rather lucky that he wasn\'t sent to the Middle World or perhaps even the High World, or else he would have already died long ago. Wills of the Lower Worlds were not really that strong and powerful, and thus, they couldn\'t attack someone directly with their power.

They could only use indirect means of influencing the flora and fauna in its domain to do the work in their stead, like the World Will of the Lower World was doing. And if Samiel had to guess, then this was most probably also the work of his Patron God.

He knew that as long as he carried the Blessing of the Outer Court, no dammed World Will of the Lower World would dare to trouble him; they wouldn\'t even notice his presence and intentions at all, as he would be technically invisible to the senses of the World Will.

So the only logical conclusion was the fact that his Patron God did something that spooked the World Will of this Lower World to make a move on him as some form of test or training, perhaps even both of them at the same time.

At this point, not like he cared about that because he was strong enough to withstand it, but if things got tenser, it would be even more problematic. Samiel, as the Holy Son of the Hall of Kadath, was aware that the Will of the World could make a Hero who could break the limits that were imposed on the world.

For example, in the Lower World, the limit was Gold-Tier, and the peak Gold-Tier was the maximum that someone could reach in the Lower World. When Hero was born, the Hero could reach beyond the limit, basically ascending to the Legendary Level.

The rest depended on how much power the Will of the World used to create the Hero.

Heroes were dangerous.

That was something that the Hall of Kadath had learned long ago, especially those who were born in the High World; those ones were utter monsters and wielded power like any other person around.

Most of them also had basically guaranteed Path to the Trasncednence as long as they were not killed along the way. In fact, it was rather secret, but many of the Transcendents who were living in the High Worlds were, in fact, former Heroes who were born in that World and ascended to the Transcendence.

And while the forest was unforgiving to the weak, Samiel\'s mastery over the Void Magic and Winter Magic ensured his superiority over his enemies. His hunting trip proved that he was stronger than most of the Magical Beasts when they met his Magic head-on, as he was often reflecting on the future.

The fact that he obtained Worldeater Broodmother was certainly fate or just a carefully arranged setting of his Patron God. Still, he, the Worldeater Broodmother, was right now his responsibility, and he would need to take care of it until it grew big enough to defend itself.

After several days of traveling through this wilderness, there were still no traces of civilization or anything; if he had to guess, then he was confident that they were in some kind of very huge and old forest.

Finding an exit from it won\'t be easy, as even the Lower World of any relativity was enormous, like, really, really enormous.

During the several days that he was spending in the wilderness and collecting corpses for the Worldeater Broodmother, the faced countless Magical Beasts, dangerous flora and even some sentient plants that tried to eat him and deal with rather treacherous terrain.

Still, his determination was as strong as before, and he was rather satisfied with the results because he had gathered a lot of Biomass for the Worldeater Broodmother.

On the fourth day of his hunt, Samiel finally stumbled upon a hidden glade, illuminated by the golden light of the setting sun. In the center of the glade was a large, ancient tree with roots that seemed to pulse with a strange, otherworldly energy.

There were also several enormous stone pillars with unknown runes carved into the stone itself, that was radiated some kind of energy that Samiel wasn\'t familiar with.

He noticed that all of the stones were placed around the enormous tree, which was far bigger than the ordinary trees in this forest, which was already an achievement on its own, considering the size of the trees in the forest as they were already huge.

Samiel\'s keen senses picked up a powerful presence emanating from the ancient tree; from one side, it was rather familiar because the same feeling of Nature was only given off by the members of the Nesser Silvermoon Lineage.

Such innate connection to Nature was very rare, even across the endless Cosmos. As he approached the tree, he noticed that there was some sort of gem inserted in the tree, or rather, it would be better to say that it was a crystal that was growing in the tree itself.

Or from three itself?

He didn\'t know what the crystal was, but Samiel knew that it possessed a tremendous amount of Life Force. And if he said tremendous, he really meant, because it was approximately a hundred times stronger than his own, which was frightening due to his species having an abnormally large amount of Life Force.

Samiel approached cautiously, recognizing the significance of his find. Whatever this crystal was, he knew it was a very rare item that contained a tremendous amount of Life Force and would be of great use to the Worldeater Broodmother.

As such, he needed to obtain the item at any cost and needed to act with great care because he was still paranoid about potential enemies that could be here. At the same time, his paranoia was growing stronger because he was wondering why this thing was essentially unprotected.

Even an idiot could sense its power, and due to that, it was only logical that it would attack at least a few powerful Magical Beasts that would act as its guardians. Normally, if such things were born in the wilderness, they would be claimed by powerful beasts as their pizes.

Using his Void Magic, he created a protective barrier around himself and the Core, ensuring that no external forces could disrupt his extraction.

As he carefully extracted the Core, Samiel couldn\'t shake the feeling of being watched. The glade was serene, but there was an underlying tension that he couldn\'t ignore because his senses were telling him that something was not right.

Suddenly, the tranquility of the glade was shattered by a deafening roar. From the shadows emerged a colossal creature, a Guardian of the Forest. The Forest Leshik happened and shattered all the barriers that he had raised in one go.

The creature was mighty, already a Gold-Tier Magical Beast. It was a certainly bipedal creature, standing on four legs, resembling an enormous mutated deer. Guardian of the Forest, Leshiks were dangerous beings, something that Samiel learned from the books that were sent to him by the Hall of Kadath.

They were at the top of the list because they could be encountered anywhere in the wild, untamed forests that were brimming with the power of Nature and overwhelming Life Force, making the perfect home of the Leshik.

Once Leshik made some forest his home, he would become Guardian of the Forest, creating something like a pseudo-domain in the Forest, which boosted the capabilities of the Leshik by a great degree and allowed the creature to use the Forest itself as its sharpest weapon and strongest shield.

Samiel looked at the Leshik for a while before he turned away his sight when he noticed that the Third Eye of the Leshi was shining lightly. Their Third Eye was typically used to hypnotize their opponents and also granted them powerful ocular abilities when it came to sense Magic and seeing through illusions, barriers, and other things.

There were also records that more powerful Leshiks could also use their Third Eye to see weaknesses in their enemies and their attacks.

Which once again increased their danger level.

Aside from that, the Leshik had scales around his arms that acted as some sort of living armor for the beast. They were durable as hell; their stamina was almost endless as long as they were in the forest, which made them very hard to kill.

And it was better not to speak about their frightening regeneration that was above 90% of all known Magical Beasts known across the Cosmos.

The Guardian of the Forest was a formidable opponent, and Samiel would have to use every ounce of his power to defeat the enemy. At the same time, escape was impossible, considering the creature\'s strength, which was immense, and its control over the forest elements made the fight even more challenging.

He knew that the moment he attempted to escape, Leshik would block his routes with the trees and roots that would listen to his command. So the only choice that reamed for him was to fight against the creature.

Still, unbeknownst to him, he was grinning at the prospect of the prospect of fighting something as powerful as this Leshik. He was rather curious about the real extent of his power after the racial evolution that he underwent.

Principality Eldritch Angel was the new thing, the new state to which he somehow evolved, and now, he needed to uncover the extent of its power. Not to mention, he was always a battle maniac, and he loved the feeling of blood and fire.

Something indescribable swelled within him every single time when he was fighting to death, and the feeling was really something addictive.