I Become Master of Danger Zones as Incubus With Mastery In Genetic

Realizing they are completely outmatched and likely die in matter of seconds, the leader after the Saamp Ogre tried to do some damage, but the intelligent Gobruk is a much better tactician than it, resulting in the one-sided massacre.

"You are done," Alros commented, Gobruk merely nodding.

"Good, except for the mosquitoes and leeches, return back to the system space," he ordered, opening the portal. Soon, the wasps, ants and a single goblin return back to their home, while the incubus prepared for the vengeance he will exact upon the Ogre.

-x-

The Ogre soon rose, clutching it's burning arm. It did not escape unscathed, the explosion too close to it resulting in some of fire searing on it's arm. Then again, it could be a lot worse. Some of the debris is shot like shrapnel, capable of causing greater injuries. And if the wall is any weaker, a larger flame could singe it's arm.

Deciding to run away, knowing it is no match for the demon, the Ogre head back to the goblin camp, hoping it was not harmed. Even at worse, there would be some casualties, though nothing to substantial.

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After all, it might just subdue the goblin tribe and then leave. Swamp is not a place demon think to set up bases after all. They are just to human like to not like it, preferring places like cities, villages or for the more hermit type, they would live inside a house in the middle of the forest, preparing whatever scheme they wish to commit.

Yet, as it returned, the Ogre let out its version of a gasp, seeing the bodies of the goblins that strewn up all over the place. From the look of it, most died either by a puncture on their bodies, or multiple in cases of hobgoblins, or have a part of them being chewed up.

The Ogre despair but manage to not fall on it's knee. It could always built up its forces again, preferably somewhere else. But before it could do so, a figure flew in front of it, looking down at him.

The demon looked at him with contempt, it's hand transformed into a claw once more. Realizing there is no way out for it, the Ogre raised his club, ready for round three.

The Ogre make the first move, charging at him. Despite its larger size, it is not a lumbering creature, instead capable of sprinting and moving as nimble as creatures half it size.

Yet, it charge was dodged by the demon, who merely went sideways, easily avoiding the telegraph attack. As it back is now to the demon, Alros sprint towards it exposed back, getting behind it in seconds before clawing at the back.

Unfortunately, it thick skin make it hard for him to hit the spine, yet he could still injured it significantly. The Ogre roared in pain as it twisted its body, almost hitting him.

Yet, the incubus evaded the attack once more, ducking under it before he then strike at it's extended arm. The claw manage to take a chunk of it's hand, even ripping parts of it's fingers, causing the Ogre to clutch it wrist, where it would not hurt to touch as it stared at the disfigured hand.

"You are about to lose another one," Alros taunted as he walk closer to the monster. Realizing the perils it is in, with it unable to use it's weapon, it decided to just run, hoping the trees would hinder the movement of the demon.

Alros merely chuckled, remembering how he fled. "Looks who's running now?" he mocked the monster even if it is out of hearing range. He then walked in the direction of the monster, even if it likely change it's path every once and then. Not like he could not detect it. There are some of his monsters that monitored it.

-x-

The Ogre find itself stopping often for some reason. Despite having ran a long distance from the Dread Swamp before finally stopping here, for some reason even a shot distance of 1000 feet caused it to tire out. As time goes by, it get worst, to the point a mere distance of 30 feet make it catch a breather.

As it rested its back on a tree, it heard flapping wings. It turned towards the source, and to it's horror, the demon descended, looking at it with contempt.

"You did a good job," the demon said. The Ogre did not understand what it meant at first, but soon, watched as several creatures detached from it's back and legs, swimming towards the demon before he merely opened a portal, letting the creature entered.

Besides the swimming creatures, there are also flying creatures, one he heard buzzing around. He did not paid them any heed, focusing on running away. It should do so, or it would not be in such horrible state.

"Let's end this as quickly as we can. I don't want to stare at your ugly mug any longer," the demon exclaimed as an intense fire formed on it's hand. Realizing it's life would soon come to an end if it did not do anything, the Ogre bowed down, claiming being subservient to the demon in return of it's life.

The demon snorted before unleashing the spell, destroying it's heart and large chunk of it's upper body, killing it in an instant.

-x-

"That's the end of that, and we still have some moonlight left," Alros exclaimed, before deciding to flew all the way to Telerim City. Well, at least until he reached the edge of the Marsh, then it will be using his spells to get to the city.

-x-

"That is tiring. To bad it is not a human or the amount of SP I will get is enough for another spell upgrade," he muttered. It is a pity that even a B-rank monster like the Swamp Ogre only gave him 50 SP. If it is a B-rank human or any other sentiant races, it would 500 SP.

He could only sigh. After all, he could understand the reasoning for it. Most monsters are born from the excessive mana, the reason for it to form mana core in the first place. With them also being able to reproduce through breeding as well, it make sense in some way.

As sentiant races could only reproduce through conception, it would make them more valuable in term of SP.

"Well, I probably could on get that much SP from slaughtering the soldiers of Astor Kingdom," he said to himself. With his main goal, at the moment, is to destroy Astor Kingdom, he would no doubt gained a lot of SP. He licked his lips at such thought. Not just getting tons of SP, claiming and kidnapping a large number of women to satiate his desire.

Oh, how he could not wait.