Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



That was crazy! No one ever imagined they had such an endless number of rhinoceros in this area or pocket world, not to mention they didn't act normally at all.

The dragons showed a level of intelligence that was much higher than any high-end monster in the world. But these rhinoceros, despite being strong and deadly, were dumb! They kept coming and charging forward, not caring about anything else but advancing, even on top of their mates' bodies, even on top of anything else!

During this, William woke up after just half a day of rest. He got exhausted after pouring all the spirit power he had into that Troll.

It wasn't meant for a single person to operate it, but luckily the number of enemies wasn't that high, the Troll wasn't even half finished, and he only needed to release one hit only.

The attack he landed was guided by his spirit sense. As he did not enough control over this, he struggled to guide the hits toward the deadly spots of these dragons.

Not to mention he couldn't unleash most of the terrifying power of the Troll. So he couldn't burn away all of them. Yet when he woke up, he learnt how things went smoothly after his hit.

The first thing he saw after opening his eyes was Anjie's face. She was looking at him, with tired and puffy eyes, as if she was crying.

"Are you ok?" he couldn't help but ask, and hearing his voice and seeing him open his eyes made her lean over his face, and without any warning, paint a soft kiss on his lips.

Before he'd get over this shock, Anjie was gone! She ran as fast as her legs could, couldn't wait for a single moment there, and didn't have the courage to look him in the eye.

"This girl…" William touched his lips, feeling how sweet the kiss tasted, before sighing again, "She is treading a dangerous path…" he evilly laughed, before turning his eyes away from her.

The world around was still filled with shouts of war, fighting spirit, and the loud roars of the rhinoceros monsters. Everything looked great, and he then found Sloth standing at the rear, supervising something.

"Tell me, what did you do with the dragons?" William's mind jolted awake when he realised there wasn't a single dragon seen anywhere at all. He feared the worst, and what he feared turned out to be true.

"No, no, no, that's not true, no way," William instantly broke into shouting, not believing what he just heard, "my dragon riders… Dragon riders… You fools…"

He kept shouting while Sloth didn't know what he was talking about. "Calm down, for whatever reason you have, We are rocking the enemy and winning…"

"Shut up! I hate you! Do you know what precious chance you just ruined? Damn! Why did I have to lose consciousness at such a time? I miss my guild masters, my dear guild masters…"

"..."

Sloth stood in his place motionless, feeling much weirder the more he listened. He just got reprimanded by a youngster, one who was too many years younger than himself.

William wanted to throw the scroll away, not speak with Sloth again, but he controlled himself at the end. "It's true that if you wanted to do something, do it yourself…" he muttered before turning towards the far away mountainous wall, "will there be more dragons? They got attracted by the spirit power released from the Troll… I need to work on it, I need to do it now!"

He now had more reasons to finish this Troll. He hoped and prayed for more dragons to appear, and by then he'd make sure no one would touch his dragons!

But his dreams never came true. No matter how he waited, even purposely delaying the final assembly of the Troll on the excuse of not having enough items, he still didn't see a shadow of a single dragon anywhere.

He spread out his spirit sense and kept watching, without finding anything by the end of this battle. By the fall of the last rhinoceros monster, he had to finally wrap everything, only lacking the final summoning call for the beast he built to rise.

He didn't do this. The Troll's appearance didn't change much. Its two empty eye sockets were now having two cylindrical glass-like eyes. The missing pieces were gone, and they looked perfectly smooth and shining silver and black from far.

Yet it wasn't showing its true mighty shape. It got everything attached, waiting for William's call to be summoned. And yet William did totally the opposite, didn't summon its full form, instead ordered it to shrink back in size.

This was the beauty of this Troll. It could shrink all the way back to what its core looked like, with lots of small cubes surrounding the core, forming some layers around the core.

Once it shrank in size, shocking everyone watching this either around or by using their spirit senses, William stored it away in one of his rings.

Yet he selected a high-level ring, and emptied it from anything inside before storing the Troll there.

"One day, I'll build my army of Trolls," William knew using Trolls wasn't efficient at offensive wars in the outer world. They needed a large number of masters to support and supply it with spirit power, something that was indeed a hindrance in times of offensive battles like this one.

Masters activating it had limited freedom of movement, couldn't move around and fight freely, and needed to be heavily defended as well.

So its main usage was in defensive wars. As it was something too advanced for the current level cap of the world, it was okay to use it in such an offensive battle.

"Why did you take it back?" The moment William stored the Troll, he was about to walk towards the direction of the frontlines, but he noticed the approach of many figures.

The king even came!