Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 292 Massacre

All the lizardmen ran forward with weapons in hand, ready to destroy this little son of a bitch who entered the backrooms.

However, three large hazes of purple smoke formed in front of him out of nowhere, forcing them to halt their mission.

Suddenly, three large and powerful beings with dominating presence appeared in front of them, as they took a few steps back...

Garmr let out a menacing primal growl, pouncing forward as he grabbed each lizardman he could see and tore through them in a gory, violent manner.

Grabbing onto their bodies, he aggressively shook his head and ripped them into chunks of meat and bones.

Tao spun forward, penetrating through several bodies of lizardmen in seconds as it flew in a straight line.

It was a massacre, a bloodbath of creatures before Lyrian's eyes. He couldn't help but laugh in joy as he saw it all take place.

Zuuc transformed into his elder stage, stomping forward as an axeman lizardman with tribal tattoos—marking its higher strength and status—met him.

It swung its axe forcefully toward Zuuc's abdomen, but the Hobgoblin grabbed the axe's blade—not getting injured even slightly—as the weapon halted at once.

Zuuc ripped the axe out of the lizardman's hands as it went in for the kill. The two giants gripped each other's hands with a resounding boom as they pushed each other back.

The brutish lizardman was the strongest of its kind. It growled at Zuuc wildly, testing the Hobgoblin's strength.

It might have been the strongest of its kind, but it had never met a creature like Zuuc before...

Zuuc roared back in response right into the lizardman's face, as the saurian's tail instinctively tucked between its feet as if it had a mind of its own.

Zuuc was clearly the superior creature, and the lizardman immediately knew that as the roar vibrated its eardrums.

The Hobgoblin forcefully pushed the lizardman's hands down, dislocating both of the creature's shoulders, before unleashing a powerful kick to its stomach.

Its life was deceased on impact, but its dead body was still thrown across the room into the wall.

Zuuc jumped to multiple other lizardmen, destroying their bodies with a single punch and kick as his attacks obliterated gaping holes in their bodies.

After less than a minute of absolute annihilation, Lyrian said, "Shadow." With a smile on his face.

In front of him was a room full of pure desolation. Mutilated bodies and pools of blood.

Lyrian looked at his own hands and feet, chuckling as he remarked, "I'm covered in blood. This isn't a great sight."

*Step step step*

Lyrian turned around, hearing footsteps from the passageway behind him.

"Huh?" He muttered, as a figure walked around a corner and saw Lyrian standing before the several dead bodies of the lizarmen.

The figure... was Drake. His expression, for the first time that Lyrian had seen, was in genuine shock.

His eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes beamed forward into the room.

'Mmm... maybe it is a great sight.' Lyrian quipped inwardly.

"Why did you follow me in here?" Lyrian inquired, as Drake made his way next to Lyrian and stopped, gazing at the room.

He was speechless for a second, baffled by what he was seeing.

"I sensed... power. Unlike what I would expect from you." He looked at Lyrian, "It was like the power of your odd spiritual energy."

'Makes sense...' Lyrian mused.

After a short pause, Drake took in a deep breath. "I suppose I may have... underestimated you, Lyrian."

"Is that right?"

...

"Screw the blade... I'm more interested in you now." Drake's eyes seemed to glow.

"What?"

"No—I mean, look, I like fighting, you know? I'm sure you have learned at least that much about me from our encounters..." Drake reiterated.

"We've never had any."

"Well—you know what I mean! The times when you saw my personality... anyways... I didn't think you were that special, but now, I am interested in destroying your face." Drake said that to Lyrian with a large grin on his face, staring at him with unwavering eyes.

"Telling that to me with a straight face... you have balls."

"No, I am just truthful."

"Then I guess it requires balls to be truthful."

"Well..." Drake trailed off, looking at the room, "I guess that is true..."

"So, if you aren't interested in the blade anymore... tell me, do you want to loot bodies in here for Riftstones... or not?"

"Ah yes... that. Do I? Nope. However... that would be a perfect reason for us to fight now that I think about it... wouldn't it?"

Lyrian clenched his jaw, "Yes... it would."

The two stood silently for over 30 seconds, looking inside of the room...

"Well, I'll see you later when that happens. I'm sure you have things to do... here." Drake patted Lyrian's back before calmly walking out.

Lyrian continued to stand there silently for a moment, pondering what his next moves were going to have to be.

Finally, he went and scavenged all the materials from the lizardmen one by one.

After 5 minutes, he made his way out into the main room again. There, he first noticed Drake, who was still sitting by the side looking at the kids fight.

'He said he likes fighting... and to my knowledge, he does. But it looks like he doesn't like fighting weaklings.' Lyrian said to himself, walking closer to the brawl in the middle.

'He's similar to me...' He finally looked over the students and the group of lizardmen.

Surprisingly, over 4 of the beasts had been killed. Lyrian was expecting something like 1 or 2, so that was slightly alarming.

However, their bodies weren't looted, as they died amid the lizardman group that was still going strong.

Lyrian saw 4 sandbags of students as well however, "Four for four huh..." He muttered under his breath. "That's... horrible."

Lyrian inhaled a deep breath as he walked into the fray of students. He exhaled as he made it to the front of them.

"You peons," He said before looking up at the Draconian Golem made of stone, "And then you..."