I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…-Chapter 290: Prima Tyrannosaurus Rex

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Flame Breath / Molten Scales / Searing Whip / Inferno Burst / Flame Aura / Blazing Stomp / Burst Charge / Blazing Roar / Infernal Wrath

New* Flarestorm: Scorch summons a swirling storm of embers and flame, creating a fiery vortex around himself. The storm burns enemies within its radius over time, and as the embers disperse, they ignite secondary explosions on contact with enemies, dealing additional fire damage.

New* Smoldering Resilience: Harnessing his volcanic core, Scorch temporarily gains enhanced durability and resistance to magic and physical attacks. During this time, any damage he absorbs adds to his internal heat, empowering his next attack with devastating fire-based power.

New* Lava Surge: Scorch channels the ground beneath him, causing molten lava to erupt in waves from his position. These surges push back enemies and create pools of molten lava that remain on the battlefield, dealing continuous damage to enemies that enter the area.

Infernal Beam: Scorch charges all of his fiery energy into a focused, searing beam of flame. This beam cuts through enemies and obstacles in a straight path, dealing massive fire damage and leaving a burning trail behind. The intensity of the beam grows stronger the longer it's maintained, igniting anything in its way and creating fiery explosions when it strikes particularly tough targets.

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Logan felt a mix of pride and apprehension as Scorch displayed its newfound strength. While the dinosaur's evolution brought immense power, Logan realized the capital would be left in ruins before the fight was over. Scorch's ability to summon pools of lava and unleash fiery storms capable of reducing everything to ashes was becoming a dangerous reality.

Before Logan could attempt to rein in his creature, Scorch stomped the ground repeatedly, creating a molten pool around itself. The beast then glowed bright red, its entire body radiating heat and light like a miniature sun. The sight was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

Scorch rushed forward, its imposing presence forcing the demon general Zyphor to retreat. Though Scorch wasn't particularly fast, its calculated movements proved overwhelming. Suddenly, the dinosaur unleashed a powerful beam of concentrated fire, which surged straight toward Zyphor. The beam struck the demon's shoulder, cutting downward into his arm, severing it cleanly.

Zyphor cried out in pain, his enraged roar echoing across the battlefield. Scorch seized the opening, charging forward to try and bite into the demon's massive form.

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"Don't think I'm weak! I am NOT Dravor!" Zyphor roared furiously, refusing to be compared to the dragon-blood demon. Even in the face of injury and Scorch's relentless assault, Zyphor clung to his pride, believing himself superior to the deceased rival.

Zyphor, consumed by rage, charged forward with his remaining arm, aiming a powerful punch at Scorch. But before the blow could connect, a fiery whip lashed out from the side. Scorch, adapting quickly, seemed to have gained mastery over the end of his tail, using it to create an extended weapon that flowed with precision and power.

Logan, meanwhile, made his decision to stay out of the immediate fight. Setting Rubina down in the safety of a fortified area, he scanned the battlefield from the air, a growing sense of unease gnawing at him. One of Krexa's minions had sensed something amiss—activity from the demons, hidden and far from view.

Acting swiftly, Logan called all his creatures back. The demon attacks within the capital had ceased, signaling that the demons had been neutralized. The harbor, too, was secure, with Wyver, Stormwing, and the warks eliminating the remaining enemies. But something about the demons' retreat felt calculated, and Logan's instincts warned of a larger plan unfolding.

[Rubina, take everyone you can and leave. I'll handle this with Scorch for now,] Logan commanded firmly. Though she wanted to argue, Rubina understood the urgency and reluctantly complied, knowing her presence might only hinder the boy's efforts.

Mounting Zephyr, who still had enough strength for one last flight, Logan soared into the air, following Krexa's warnings. From above, he spotted the source of the disturbance—a cluster of demons gathered around three intricate circular arrays etched into the ground. The circles radiated concentrated mana, their purpose clear: large-scale magic.

Logan glanced toward the harbor, where his creatures were retreating one group at a time, and realized time was running out. "Damn it. We'll have to make time for the escape. Let's go destroy those circles, Zephyr!" he shouted, urging his bird into a dive.

As they descended, Logan counted at least fifty demons guarding the arrays—their last line of defense, he hoped. The demons, too preoccupied with channeling energy into the ritual, only briefly turned their attention to the diving bird. Logan acted swiftly, tossing out a series of bombs he had prepared during his time with Valeria, who had taught him their use.

Smoke erupted as the bombs detonated, shrouding Logan's descent. Hidden by the chaos, Logan leapt off Zephyr and landed amidst the demons. He immediately assessed the situation, his thoughts racing. The demons were channeling immense amounts of mana into the arrays, preparing for something catastrophic.

Relying on his affinity with mana-related beasts, Logan devised a desperate plan: to drain the mana directly from the arrays. With no time to spare, he prepared himself to disrupt the ritual, knowing this might be the only way to stop the demons' plan.