Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer-Novel

Sam looked at the sky as he felt the rays of dusk and took a deep breath.

The Minotaur Pedophile already felt something is extremely wrong, but he couldn’t put a finger on it. The rest of the minotaurs also felt the same as they looked at Sam.

He stretched his back a little bit and soon with a light golden glow his wounds started healing. His skin was back to normal but with some extra scars.

This the first time, the minotaurs got a clear view of Sam’s skin as every time they saw it was covered with blood.

Now that they saw it, they realized one thing. Not all scars are given to him by them. This made them gulp and take a step back subconsciously.

Sam stepped on the frame of the wooden plow and separated the plow part with a single pull. The two-meter-long wooden plow was now on his shoulders as he held it like a battle-ax.

He turned around and looked at the Minotaurs with a cold look and took a step forward.

Before the Oxheaded creatures could come to their senses, Sam already made his move, he held the plow with both hands and swung it vertically downwards.

The pointy end was stuck into the muscular chest of the Minotaur and before he could react, the plow pierced deep into his body, broke the rib cage, and punctured the lungs. Along with that, the Minotaur couldn’t take the force and his knees buckled and crashed into the ground.

The whole surroundings turned into silence. Nobody dares to speak and the farmers didn’t even dare to breathe loudly. They are afraid that they would gather unwanted attention just by breathing.

All minotaur spread around the fields looked at this and were stunned for a second.

Sam didn’t seem to see the reactions at all and just picked the Plow back up and moved forward. Only then did the stunned Minatours react and all of them ran towards Sam while yelling him to stop in his tracks.

But Sam didn’t care, he just went forward and lifted the plow to attack the next target. This guy recovered his senses faster and raised his club to attack, but all of a sudden, the surrounding gravity increased and he felt like he was carrying tons. Even the club he raised became so heavy that he couldn’t raise it fully to make the swing.

Sam left the gravity effect like that and slammed the plow with extra force.

The plow hit the minotaur on the nape and the pointy end came out of his throat. Sam pushed it a bit more instead of pulling it, and the head was crudely separated from the body.

Sam just kicked their head off of the plow and continued forward.

Even though the rest of the minotaurs are running to the field, the minotaurs in the field with Sam are backing down.

They clearly understood one thing, Sam is powerful than them, and with the energy and killing intent coming out of him, they don’t have any confidence. That is why they decided to back down until their comrades came.

"Bring my brother here. Run." The Pedophile gave the order to the subordinate and the latter ran as fast as he can.

The Pedophile looked at Sam and said.

"You are powerful, I will give you that. If you stop this now, there is still room for reconciliation. I will talk to my brother and make him give you a place in his squad, you can have a great life. The war is coming and you can have great achievements."

He said all of this in a shaky voice to buy some time, but Sam’s answer came in another form.

The plow was diagonally swung downwards and it made contact with the body of the minotaur at the collarbone and the body was cut into two.

And just like that Sam’s onslaught began. He didn’t use any elemental energy except for the earth element to simulate gravity. Apart from that, he only uses the spiritual energy to cover the Plow and just slammed it straight into their bodies to kill them in a single hit.

But even when he got the chance to he didn’t kill the pedophile.

As the bodies of the minotaurs kept on increasing, the rest of the minotaurs learned their lesson and stopped advancing.

But Sam didn’t. He just moved forward and whoever is in his way was cut down.

In five minutes, the whole field turned into a Minotaur graveyard.

By this time, the remaining Nascent stage Minatours along with the fire type minotaur came to the field.

Now only the Pedophile is left standing.

Sam dragged the plow towards him as he was backed up against the tree. The Pedophile couldn’t bring himself to run to the sides as his legs are going weak.

Then only the pedo looked at his brother and rest of his squad coming and he felt like he saw his last ray of hope.

He wanted to run away.

But Sam slammed the plow to his side make him pee on spot. Sam looked at him in disdain and his cold eyes meant only one thing.

’Move an Inch, and you are dead.’

The squad leader, the fire-type minotaur looked at Sam and coldly roared.

"How dare you puny human do this to our fellow Minotaurs? Today you shall be erased from this world."

With that, he picked up his battle-ax and ran forward. Behind him, there are ten more Nascent stage Minotaurs, out of all of them, except for the fire type minotaur only one more guy had skin color other than pale green.

He has a grey metallic skin color and he clearly activated metal element. Both of them are in the lead and Sam didn’t seem to care at all. He held the plow firmly and hit the back end of the plow on the knees of the pedophile so that he wouldn’t move.

Then he held it firmly and ran towards the crowd.

But this time, he is not alone. His group is completely itching for the battle. Even Chatur has an exciting look as he took out his brush and stroked it in the air. A blue line of water elemental energy appeared creating a pattern in the air and when he sent another wave of water elemental energy through the pattern, a medium-sized water dragon came out of it and slammed into the fire-type minotaur at the front who was about to throw a flame attack.

In the past year, Chatur has finally learned how to attack with his constitution and he found that he had endless possibilities in front of him and now fighting like this is only one of the possibilities.

As everyone joined the battle, the minotaurs lost the confidence in outnumbering them.

Even though the group is struggling a bit, they are able to hold on. The only bad thing is that they couldn’t perform one-hit kills.

Sam came right in front of the Fire minotaur and slammed the plow straight to his chest. But the minotaur who just recovered from the water attack, held the ax and blocked the attack, and countered it.

Now the ax and the plow collided and the red flames spread all over as they both clashed continuously. Currently, Sam’s strength is around a middle-stage Nascent and it is slowly unlocking. He would reach his top condition in another two-three days.

But he was still surprised that the Minotaurs are still able to block his attacks. Something like this is almost impossible in Naga Loka and his home planet. Even though, Sam is not using full power taking any damage is out of the question.

But Minotaurs are able to take it.

They really race with a good physique.

Soon, the plow was charred to a crisp and fell off of Sam’s hands.

But Sam didn’t feel worried, he stepped back and picked up a pickaxe he used to break the rocks.

His hand turned into metal and even the wooden handle was covered by a layer of metal and the pickaxe metallic point became sharper and the length and size increased.

Sam moved forward once again and this time, slammed the Pickaxe straight to the head. When the Battle ax came to block, the edge of the pickaxe suddenly changed as a small flat surface appeared on the side.

The side slammed to the ax head and slid as the point of the pickaxe slammed into the shoulder of the Minotaur.

"AAAAAARGGGG"

The Minotaur roared and the surroundings were filled with dark flames, he is trying to cover Sam with flames.

But Sam didn’t say anything and there is not even a change in expression. He just left the fire cover him and let the clothes burn.

He tore the shoulder apart and swung the pickaxe again and this time, he stabbed the minotaur in the rips and kept the pickaxe.

The pickaxe ahead started changing shape within the minotaur’s body as it tore the internal organs apart.

The MInatour buckled down and dropped his ax as he tried his best to make Sam remove the pickaxe.

But Sam didn’t do it, he just stayed there and let the metal inside change and deform into weird shapes that is caused the flesh to turn to mush.

As this is happening, he looked around to see the other battles.

Philip is fighting with the Metal Minotaur. The Minotaur’s fighting style is clearly similar to Philip’s but. But Philip has fire element combined with the metal element and he gained an upper hand.

Even the rest of the minotaurs without any element have some good defense and offense. Chatur is supporting them with water elemental attacks from the side.

The fight went on for another ten minutes. When Philip was about finish off the metal minotaur, Sam said.

"Don’t kill him. I want that guy."

He also removed the pickaxe from the fire minotaur and a meat past came out of that hole.

He sprawled on the ground and is between life and death.

Sam waved his hand and the chessboard appeared. He pointed at the fire-type minotaur and his body disappeared from the spot as he reappeared in the place of a pawn.

He did the same to the Metal minotaur.

He wanted to fill pieces but he felt like Nagas don’t even make qualified pawns. But these minotaurs will do. Not all of them though, only the element users.

After collecting them inside, he sent some pills for them to take and they healed slowly.

After looking at the piles of dead bodies, Sam collected all the intact ones and threw them inside the second floor before saying to the villagers.

"Escape now. This is the only chance you will have. The surrounding villages are under Minatours’ control, so try to split into small groups and escape to places that are in dwarven control. The war is around the corner, so move fast."

After leaving the message, he walked towards the Pedophile with the Pickaxe. The screams of the person made the farmers hearts shudder as they ran away from the place. The empty village devoid of life was filled with the screams that are begging for death than life.