The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

However, upon laying eyes on the location, Desmond and the group were immediately captivated by its allure. Without hesitation, they embarked on their journey. As they ventured forward, curiosity tugged at their minds, urging them to question their master's stationary stance.

But before they could voice their inquiries, Desmond unleashed his spell, harnessing energy that coalesced into myriad particles, gradually transforming into a colossal wave beneath their feet.

"Control Element: Earth Wave!" he commanded.

The mammoth earth wave surged forth, propelled at a speed comparable to that of a skilled swordsman utilizing their body enhancement skill. At first, their minds faltered, struggling to comprehend the swift movement that unfolded before their eyes.

However, as they beheld their master standing tall, facing the sun, and exerting control over the earth's majestic wave, a single word flickered in their thoughts.

"Amazing! He's truly remarkable!" they exclaimed in awe.

Vividly etched in their memories was the first time their master made his grand entrance, riding an earth wave identical to the one they now found themselves riding. This gargantuan wave had ample space to accommodate more than ten individuals. As they journeyed, a persistent vibration reverberated through their beings, igniting their curiosity.

Intrigued by the mechanics of the wave, one of them endeavored to discern its inner workings. They discovered that it continuously drew in the surrounding earth, forming an infinite loop, which propelled the wave forward with ceaseless motion.

*Rumble*

*Rumble*

The advancing wave effortlessly swept away all obstacles in its path, even intimidating the feeble beasts that crossed their way, rendering their journey as smooth as sailing. Not a single pebble remained in its wake, only an expansive trail of earth left in its monumental sweep.

Once they comprehended the mechanics behind the wave, they realized its complexity exceeded their initial perception. Although they could only catch glimpses of their young master's back, as skilled swordsmen, they discerned a rapid decline in his energy reserves.

The audacity to conceive such a wave was preposterous enough to dissuade most, given the enormous energy expenditure it demanded. Yet, their young master possessed the courage to forge ahead, undeterred by the consequences.

As time elapsed, their fascination with the wave's mechanics waned, replaced by astonishment as they noticed the distant shadows of towering trees. It was a stark reminder that they had been riding this immense wave continuously for five consecutive days without rest.

Concern crept into their minds, and they cast apprehensive glances at their young master, who still stood tall with his back turned to them. There were no visible signs of fatigue, leaving them perplexed.

"Hey, someone must check on our young master's condition," they whispered to one another, their voices laden with worry. However, fearful of disrupting his concentration while wielding this unceasing spell, none among them dared to approach him, despite their aging bodies.

As they continued to gaze at their young master's steadfast back, their minds began to wander, pondering the passage of time during those past few days. To their surprise, they realized that they had spent the entirety of those five days fixated on his back, lost in a trance-like state.

The journey had transformed into a realm of silence, punctuated only by the resounding sweep of the colossal earth wave and the occasional cries and roars emanating from weaker creatures.

"Go, old man! You are the eldest among us after Sir Felix!" they implored the most senior member of their group, their faces drained of color, consumed by growing anxiety. Each passing day amplified their concerns, for no ordinary mage could withstand the drain of energy inflicted by this spell.

Gradually, the desolate landscape yielded to the slow emergence of tall grass, signaling their departure from the barren land and entry into a jungle teeming with bothersome foliage.

Their faces twisted into frowns as they surveyed the expanse of tall grass before them. The sight alone dampened their spirits, as it not only obstructed their view but also posed a hindrance when evading stronger beasts.

However, the realization that they rode atop a colossal earth wave, towering above the tall grass, eased their unease. Almost forgetting their young master's presence, they found solace in the fact that the wave provided them with a vantage point.

Meanwhile, Desmond, his narrowed eyes fixed on a particular direction, had been casting the spell for five days. Energy consumption posed no issue, thanks to the system's automatic gathering that replenished his waning power, creating an illusion of pouring forth tremendous energy to onlookers.

"Be prepared, for we have adversaries approaching," Desmond calmly spoke, causing the group trailing behind him to startle at his sudden words.

Unable to contain their curiosity any longer, one of them mustered the courage to ask, "Pardon my rudeness, young master, but could you please inform us of the nature of the enemy we face?"

Instead of responding directly to their queries, Desmond activated his swordsman skill.

"Swordsman skill: Body Enhancement Eyes!" he declared.

In an instant, Desmond spun around to face his subordinates, revealing his magenta pupils glowing with a red outline, his brow furrowed.

"Employ your swordsman skills," he added before swiftly turning back to face the imminent threat approaching from the designated direction.

"Yes, young master!" The mere fact that their young master finally acknowledged them brought a sense of relief to the group.

Judging by their young master's appearance, he seemed fine. His warning about the impending attacks led them to believe that he valued them more than mere tools.

Meanwhile, after Desmond activated his swordsman skills, he discerned that the flying shadows had taken the form of formidable beasts. These creatures possessed tails and wings, but they were not horned wyverns. Instead, their front limbs resembled those of a chicken, while their overall body size dwarfed that of dire wolves, making them five times larger than an average human.

Their faces bore a resemblance to a blend of chicken and lizard, with a long, prominent ridge running from their heads to their tails. Vibrant shades of orange and red dominated their coloration.

These beasts emerged from the tall trees, converging upon the barren land. It was an unfortunate coincidence that they had not yet entered the jungle when the beasts made their approach.

"System, scan," Desmond commanded silently, hoping against hope that the creatures were wyverns, despite the absence of horns on their heads.

"If not wyverns, at least something dragon-related!" he thought, his anticipation mounting.

[Scanning the targets...]

[Targets have been scanned!]

[A match has been found for the targets' appearance!]

[Race: Beasts

Species: Flying Lizard

Information:

Creatures commonly encountered in deserts and barren lands. Unlike wyverns, which seldom make appearances and typically hunt other beasts for sustenance, flying lizards are known to prey on sheep and cows. There have been reports of these creatures attacking horses owned by traveling merchants.

Predicted Combat Power (Strength): 100.00 - 120.00

Classification: B-rank]

Desmond's shock reverberated within him. He had believed himself to be overwhelmingly powerful in this world, only to realize that he had merely scratched the surface of reality. Now he understood why his subordinates harbored such fear and why humans typically banded together to face a single beast.

Regarding the system's assessment of combat power, it likely drew from the books Desmond had perused, delving into the subject of beasts within the saint world.

The knowledge imparted by the system proved invaluable, sparing him the need to waste time poring over the entire volume.

"A flying lizard!" the voices of the individuals behind him exclaimed in surprise. Desmond comprehended their apprehension, their tones betraying their fear upon witnessing the approaching numbers of these formidable flying lizards.