I Am Not A Goblin Slayer

Although there might be a Lord demon on the fifth level, who knows what’s going on down there, so it’s best to seize the moment and strike when you find a rich target.

The Demon Lord didn’t know that Gauss had already regarded it as a "cash machine."

It saw the human in front of it not make a move and even felt a bit smug, thinking it was its majestic "roar" that had intimidated him.

In the past, this trick was indeed very effective against subordinate monster servants, and the aura of the Lord could even scare them to death.

"Ribbit!"

With this in mind, it opened its massive mouth and roared angrily at Gauss, causing visible sound waves to ripple outward in front of it.

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Gauss, floating mid-air, cast a downward glance at it.

Though not understanding why it was provoking him for no reason, he was quite pleased with this result.

More noise would attract more monsters.

Because of this, he decided to strike harder next time; after all, he had already figured out its thick-skinned nature and just needed to ensure it wasn’t killed in one blow.

In no time, the ruptured magic pouches on the Demon Frog Lord’s body surface had gradually healed, swelling slowly as if filling with magic power.

Meanwhile, the red and blue pouches in its chin area, which were undamaged, suddenly lit up. The glow was as hot as molten lava, and through the semi-transparent pouch walls, one could clearly see the liquid flames churning within.

Gauss’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"Finally going to make a move?"

He hovered in mid-air, not rushing to interrupt the opponent’s spellcasting, instead quietly holding an "arbitrary door."

The Demon Frog Lord in front of him didn’t pose too strong a threat, giving him an opportunity to familiarize himself with its battle style, as his goal was to stall it.

After a very short charge, the Demon Frog Lord’s chin began to bulge.

As its body swelled and expanded, two strong currents of magic power combined in its mouth, making its mouth swell to the limit, turning the lower half of its head into a huge spherical shape, which appeared somewhat comical.

It suddenly opened its giant mouth.

"Boom!"

Torrential flames and cool mist combined in a moment of high-pressure release, forming a flood of white gas.

This was the superheated steam cloud being ejected.

Wherever it went, the ground instantly dried up and cracked, and vegetation was vaporized into oblivion without going through a burning process.

"Composite magic?"

Gauss was somewhat surprised, as the power of the attack before him was indeed formidable.

In the next moment, just as the steam cloud was about to engulf him, a blue light flickered on his body, and instantly he appeared behind the Demon Frog.

"Truly a terrifying attack."

From the safe zone where he flashed to, Gauss took a look at the destruction created by the steam, a trace of complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

In some respects, the destructive power of the composite magic used by the Demon Frog Lord before him was even more terrifying than his Fireball Technique.

The Fireball Technique was merely pure high temperature and impact, whereas the energy released by that high-temperature steam was stronger, capable of instant penetration on surfaces, causing extremely terrifying damage to the deep tissue of objects and living organisms.

The two distinct magic powers seemed to produce a special mutation at the moment of fusion.

Gauss was not unfamiliar with similar scenarios.

During the battle to defend Gray Rock Town, he had also seen mages coordinating their spells, some layering similar spells to amplify their scale, while others utilized such composite effects in their spell coordination.

But in his perception, there seemed to be a qualitative difference compared to the use of the Demon Frog Lord before him.

Is this its inherent talent?

Gauss gazed intently at its body structure, with multi-attribute pouches as part of its body; those special organs seemed to enhance its control over magic power.

In private, he had also attempted similar composite magic but always felt it fell short.

It was something that sounded easy but proved challenging in actual practice.

As for why this creature before him could achieve it, he could only attribute it to each having their strengths and weaknesses.

It was only after releasing the intense steam that the Demon Frog Lord realized its attack had not hit the target.

It was just about to scrutinize its surroundings.

"Thud!"

A giant arrow about two meters long shot from high above behind like a cannonball, instantly piercing through its sturdy foreleg planted on the ground.

The formerly powerful muscle fibers and iron-hard bones fractured in an instant, and its mountainous body tipped to one side.

"Ribbit!!"

This time, the sound it made was filled with emotion.

Pain!

The intense pain came from the bloody wound on its foreleg, constantly stabbing into its entire body.

Its round frog eyes looked at its severed limb.

A tenacious blue energy was eroding its body at the wound, causing ongoing agony.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

In pain, it leaped around the surrounding area.

Every leap sent a powerful shock wave to the ground, creating deep craters.

Meanwhile, it seemed to have gone mad, continuously spewing various composite magic from its mouth.

High-temperature steam magic formed by fire and water, and bombardment magic formed by water and poison creating ultra-poison bombs...

In the blink of an eye, the once relatively flat land became ravaged and scarred.

"Is it worried that I’ll launch a fatal attack while it’s wounded?" Gauss guessed the Demon Frog’s intentions.