Chapter 317 – Fallen Storm

The Rockdrill Gull is an exceptionally persistent creature. These small beings that enjoy drilling holes in hard rocks for rest become nearly unstoppable once they commit to burrowing—a trait perfectly replicated in the summoned creature’s virtual soul.

Having already torn through Monbay Windbeak’s eyeball and reached the Thunderhawk’s skull, the Rockdrill Gull showed no signs of weakening. Instead, it grew increasingly frenzied. Empowered by “Kinetic Acceleration,” this seemingly small creature unleashed terrifying propulsion force, charging straight into Monbay Windbeak’s brain. Immediately, massive amounts of eyeball fragments and blood gushed from the Thunderhawk’s eye socket, soon followed by powdery white crystals—fragments of Monbay Windbeak’s steel-hard skull, now shattered after approximately two seconds of the gull’s drilling.

Sensing mortal danger, Monbay Windbeak even ignored the pain. Since neither his wings nor claws could extract the determined driller from his eye socket, the Thunderhawk had to focus entirely on stabilizing his mind, attempting to form a wind-constructed hand to reach into the hollowed socket and stop the Rockdrill Gull.

But Punk would never let him succeed.

Before the elemental hands near Monbay Windbeak’s head could fully form, Punk swiftly launched over a dozen “Kinetic Blasts” in succession.

“BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!”

Deafening explosions erupted beside Monbay Windbeak’s head as countless kinetic fragments shot toward his already battered skull. Though the Thunderhawk promptly enveloped his head with wind elements for protection, his crude elemental arms—lacking even basic spell structures—quickly disintegrated under the violent kinetic oscillations.

Noticing Monbay Windbeak’s impending demise, Ben Lajie’s “Flying Fire Meteors” grew increasingly spectacular. Numerous incandescent white spots nearly formed continuous streaks in the air, every “fire spark” mercilessly impacting Monbay Windbeak’s body. Flames reaching tens of thousands of degrees Celsius ignited his feathers, releasing such immense thermal energy that nearby glaciers began melting!

“No, I… I am the master of these mountains! I am… the leader of the Windbeak Clan! I… I…”

Seeming to recognize his approaching death, Monbay Windbeak began struggling desperately. Ignoring the Rockdrill Gull boring toward his brain and the continuous rain of scorching sparks setting his body ablaze, the Thunderhawk—whose massive frame dwarfed mountains—lifted his bloodied head and roared:

“I am Monbay Windbeak! No one commands me! No one interferes with my clan! I—”

Suddenly, lightning erupted across his body as hurricane-force winds blew Ben Lajie’s “Flying Fire Meteors” far away. It appeared he was gathering all his strength for one final ascent into the skies!

But…

“How unfortunate—you are nothing!”Punk cast a cold glance at Monbay Windbeak, whose half-body was still engulfed in raging flames, then expressionlessly unleashed the spell in his hand:

“Master-Level Conjuration Spell—Energy Blocking Ray”!

A pale red ray precisely struck the area beside the Thunderhawk’s empty eye socket. Having lost vision in one eye, Monbay Windbeak failed to evade Punk’s spell at the critical moment this time.

Until now, the power Monbay Windbeak used to block Punk’s Wind Drill Owl entirely stemmed from his ceaseless Wind Elemental energy. These wind elements formed immense pressure inside the Thunderhawk’s eye socket, preventing the Wind Drill Owl from advancing further. But now, under the effect of Punk’s “Energy Blocking Ray,” Monbay Windbeak’s transmission of elemental energy near his head abruptly ceased.

The interruption in energy transmission lasted barely a tenth of a second, but it was enough for the Wind Drill Owl to break through the final barrier and surge into Monbay Windbeak’s brain.

In less than a second, the Wind Drill Owl—swift as a fish through water—churned Monbay Windbeak’s brain into pulp, completely destroying its capacity to host a soul. It immediately shattered the Thunderhawk’s exposed soul—a Master-Level powerhouse could still cast spells even with only a soul remaining. Without absolute preparedness, promptly annihilating an enemy’s vulnerable soul was essential!

Thus… this marked the end. The ruler who had dominated the Hoth Mountains for over two millennia, the absolute sovereign of the “Windbeak” clan, the Master-Level magical creature that had plagued the Gray Rain Kingdom Skyport Trade Association for centuries, fell without even completing his final words.

Sensing Monbay Windbeak’s complete demise, watching his colossal corpse tumble down the shattered mountain to its base, and observing the melted snowwater tinged pink by the Thunderhawk’s blood, Punk exhaled in relief and slowly descended onto the ravaged snowy peak.

“What a waste. Damaged to this extent, only the nerves hold any remaining value.”

Puck sighed helplessly while gazing at the immense, barely visible body at the mountain’s base. Due to Ben Lajie’s violent bombardment as an evocation mage, most of the Thunderhawk’s corpse was charred and carbonized. The magnificent feathers, both aesthetically valuable and useful as magical materials, were entirely incinerated. Punk couldn’t help feeling regret—though Thunderhawks weren’t known for abundant bodily resources, if Monbay Windbeak’s feathers had survived, they could have fetched at least a hundred exchange points at the Thought of Truth.

Meanwhile, another person stood dumbfounded while staring at Monbay Windbeak’s corpse: Ben Lajie.

The portly old man gazed silently at the blackened remains he had burned at the mountain’s base. Unlike Punk’s absolute icy detachment, this fellow—who initially clamored to claim the Thunderhawk’s wings as trophies and fought with ruthless brutality—now wore a trace of sorrow on his originally comical face as the majestic creature lay broken below.Indeed, watching this “old friend” who had collaborated with him for over a thousand years die in its own mountains, Ben Lajie—usually emotionless during battles—suddenly felt an indescribable sorrow welling up in his heart.

The reason Ben Lajie understood the ever-mysterious Monbay Windbeak so well was that he had been cooperating with this fellow, who controlled the trade routes of the Hoth Mountains, for millennia. When he first heard Windbeak had gone mad, Ben Lajie even felt a flicker of delight:

“Finally, the Hoth Mountains are mine.”

That was the only thought Ben Lajie had at the time.

But as the battle truly concluded, Ben Lajie realized… he wasn’t as profit-driven as he had imagined? He couldn’t help but recall his first meeting with Monbay Windbeak:

“Hey, little guy, I’ve got plenty of fine Dwarven Black Cellar Ale here. Care for a taste?”

“Hahaha, Brother Windbeak, we’re trade partners from now on—I won’t stand on ceremony with you”…………

Watching Punk skillfully take out an alchemical scalpel and approach Monbay’s charred corpse, Ben Lajie let out a long sigh and followed him down the mountain.

“You’re free now… Brother Windbeak”!

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(End of Chapter)