Born Almighty Warrior novel Chapter 305

"I know what you're driving at, but I'm afraid this is not going to work, Ricky! I can't extract the devil essence from every devil beast." Soar shook his head solemnly. He completely understood what Ricky was trying to say. But his absurd proposal left him no choice but to decline. Not every devil beast contained the devil essence in theory.

Feeling that Ricky must feel extremely disappointed with his answer, he tried explaining further. "I managed to extract the devil essence from this panther because it had the blood of the holy beat running in its body. Otherwise, I wouldn't have succeeded in doing so. I'm sorry," he muttered, hoping his statement would ease Ricky's frustration.

"I see. You don't have to apologize," Ricky reassured. "You've done more than enough. The devil essence you gathered for me is such a precious gift. I am extremely grateful for all your work," Ricky assured. He was a reasonable being. He knew when to appreciate those who were there for him when he needed them.

"Don't keep thanking me. That's so distant. You have helped me a lot too. Remember the droplet containing the blood essence of the Great Dragon? You gave the ninety percent of its energy to me!" Soar guffawed.

"Ha-ha! Yes! I help you, you help me!" Ricky quipped. The two burst into laughter.

'I won't be alone on the way to become stronger.' Ricky smiled to himself. Having Soar beside him made the burdens in his life a whole lot easier to carry. Before Soar came to this world, he felt like he was always alone. He made a few friends here and there, but the loneliness never left him. But now, thanks to Soar, he had a friend who came as freely as birdsong and brought out the dance in his soul. They would help and support each other to the end.

They started with their primary goal: searching for the great chance of becoming an innate spiritual king. This was not an easy task. They had to be iron-willed to find an answer. Many warriors had been searching for this chance too. Most of them gave up when they could not see any hope.

But Ricky was different. He was not one to falter in the face adversity. Perseverance was one of his distinctive characters. They were now outside the mysterious area. Beneath where they were situated was a piece of ground of an ancient battlefield. Ricky was starting to doubt the authenticity of the so-called chance. For the past few days, they spent their time searching in many places. However, no matter where they went, the Bronze Key made no response at all, which made him more suspicious. Ricky was starting to get frustrated. No matter how patient he was, there was still a limit to his temper.

Yet, he suppressed his exasperation. 'We did not find any trace of the chance. Perhaps the chance doesn't exist at all. But the rumor about this chance has been spreading over the land for more than ten years. It doesn't make sense if it's not real. Maybe I shall keep looking for it!' Ricky argued with himself with furrowed brows. They already spent a lot time looking for the chance. It'd be waste to give up now.

Why was the origin of the Bronze Key had something to do with the blood essence of the Great Dragon? And where did the Skeleton Dragon come from? Questions surged into Ricky's mind. Soon, his brain was filled with unsolved problems.

He rubbed his forehead as he felt his frustrations welling up once more. But he shook his head to keep himself focused.

'Maybe I should ask Tina to tell me more about the Bronze Key before I come here next time. She must know more details, ' Ricky thought, his face reflective.

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For the next few days, Ricky and Soar kept moving forward. Finally, they decided to stop for a while to get some rest and refresh themselves before they set off to search for Kristen and others. They thought that joining up with the rest would be a good idea since they had no progress searching.

They found a small hill where they could rest up for a while. Ricky collected some dead branches and fired them up. Then they began to barbecue their food - the devil beasts he had hunted these days. Ricky was expecting the food to taste a little off but to their surprise, they both liked the taste of the devil beasts.

These devil beasts possessed the body of the devil. The food made from stronger bodies tended to work up the warriors' appetite.

But every rule had an exception. Ricky and Soar could consume the devil's bodies because they were protected by the Heaven Melting Fire. With this, they could not be invaded by the evil spirit from the flesh of those demon bodies. Any other warrior would immediately have their life extinguished. One bite would be overwhelming, and they would go insane.

Ricky and Soar enjoyed the meat and spent their time happily gobbling down their food. After they finished, their eyes locked into each other and shone with excitement. Both of them sensed that a familiar smell was rushing towards them.

"It's Tyson!" They shouted in unison.

Ricky felt elation from head to toes. They hurriedly stood up and dusted themselves and ran to the direction where the smell was from. Soon, they saw Tyson's familiar figure show up in their sight.

Their excitement immediately came into a halt when they saw him. His clothes were ragged, his hair disheveled, and his body covered with blood.

"Russell! Is that you? Thank god! Come and help me. Those guys are chasing me all day and night!" Tyson's voice was frantic. His emotions were mixed with delight from seeing Ricky and his sense of panic from running. He bellowed, "I'm out of breath thanks to these bastards! Can't they just stop for one second?!"

The moment Tyson finished, Ricky saw a large bunch of warriors running in the same direction as Tyson. They halted at the sight of Ricky; or to be exact, at the sight of Soar who was resting on Ricky's right arm.

A sense of dread welled up in them once they saw Ricky. They recognized that Soar was a beast of demi-mortal. There was no way they would chase after Tyson after realizing he was a friend of someone who could manipulate a demi-immortal beast. Finishing their task of killing Tyson was important, but keeping themselves alive was their primary goal.