"You want to have fun, right?" He mumbled, his eyes turned the darkest shade of black, "Let's have fun, then..."
"Come Grieving Ebony Hunting Bow!"
A medieval black bow appeared in his hand, glimmering with an icy glint of the night sky. This bow type Soul Armas that he got from killing the Manticore had been eating junk inside his mind palace.
The reason he didn't use it before was because he wasn't as familiar with archery as he is now. Also, Creed hated the idea of using Soul Armas before gaining a genuine expertise for any weapon, not just bows.
Nevertheless, this was the time to use it without holding back. This Malaka isn't just unreasonably powerful, but he is also a few kills away from his ascension.
The gut-wre
Malaka rushed forward to attack the Falco, who was limping on the ground 30 meters. However, Agenor jumped forward and launched a strike at his head. The fiend saw this and jumped back. Agenor missed his attack. However, the beast grunted from agony despite avoiding his attack. "AARHRHH" Maira was standing behind him with a steel rod in his hand. It was a chain mace that she got from Falco. With the steel chain, there was also a spiked metal ball attached that was digging deep at the back of his neck. He put his hand behind his back and pulled the spiked ball in front of him to take a closed look. "THAT WAS UNEXPECTED!" Maira tried to pull the chain-mace but Malaka was
Malaka kept trying to grab one, but the other two would stop them at the last moment. After 5 minutes of constant regression, they all felt that Malaka was now starting to lose his composure. ThatThis game of three-way tag went on for 2 more minutes until they realized Malaka stopped abruptly. This time, an unmistakable hostility and annoyance were visible on his dreadful face. He took deep, heavy grunts as he looked at them. He pulled out the arrows sticking to his body.The creepy smile that he had earlier turned into a horrifying grin. A deadly aura enveloped him from all sides. The pressure that was already crushing them outside grew more intense. Creed immediately started sweating from his armpits."Fuck!" He mumbled, "He went berserk!"
In the unfathomable depth beyond the abysmal perimeter of the outer region, a forest stood silently buried with cries of the tortured souls. Somewhere deep within the forest inside, 10 people were now profusely perspiring from every pore of the skins as the heat forcefully invaded their expensive hunting Kevlar. Each of the 10 people had a scarlet-phoenix insignia carved on their fabric right above their biceps. Surprisingly, none of them were making any movements. They stood still like dumb statutes, muddled within the ghostly silence of the vicinity, gobsmacked through and through. What's even weirder was that every one of them had their eyes popping out of their sockets by the incomprehensible scene that was in front of them. The air was congested with the stench of burned wood, whereas the ground was drenched with blood and gore.
Even after Falco and Maira turned berserk, the battle wasn't going anywhere but downhill. With several bones creaking, their own bodies became the enemy.Berserk skills were not magical powers, but a way of temporary consumption of hidden potential at once. Sadly, when the body is already injured, it becomes subsequently difficult to unleash the power. Therefore, Rain knew that turning berserk was not very helpful.Agenor also saw no way out of this. Soon it would lead to the extermination of this entire party. Both Maira and Falco were already running on the clock.In just a few more minutes, they would definitely collapse to the ground. There wasn't much left for him to do except help them deal as much damage as possible. Futile, may it look, but that was the only choice left. His eyes turn red from wr
Both Maira and Falco had their berserk skills open, their reaction speed was better than everyone, which put them in a position to watch out for the fastest and deadly sneak attacks. The trickiest part about fighting this Malaka was that he was aware of the weakest links, so they had to watch out for his every movement.Agenor, despite being so injured, was dealing the highest damage with his axe. His ribs kept making sounds cracking tinder every time he made an attack, but his pain receptors seem to shut down during the crisis.Creed was using every chance he got to injure the beast with his arrow. Amidst the attacks, the others also made sure to pluck every arrow out of his body, since they knew he only had a limited number.Rain and Phantom were using their Rapier and Trident respectively to as many b
"Miss Rain, get ready!""Your chest...it's still bleeding…""This is nothing... Please focus on the battle! He is going to need our help soon.""How... How do you know that?""Isn't it obvious? Right now he is just testing the waters. He might have restrained him a little, but his damage output is still not good enough. He will need your help, that's why he told you to back off!""but...""Don't hesitate now. Maybe you forgot, but you are on the Solar Plexus stage and your bones are much stronger than before. There are only two of us now...three...including him. Let's not blow this chance.""I want to ask you somethi
The sneak attacks on his back and persistent struggle made Malaka truly lose his mind. He reached out to his back. Creed realized he was about to grab Rain, so he kicked her away. She even failed to retract her rapier from his back. Though he saved her, he couldn't avoid the beast's grapple against his thigh. A deep chiseling claw mark appeared, flooding out blood all over.Fortunately, Creed could pull out his own saber and sprung away from his back. Malaka's painful grunts were still echoing in the air, prompting his fury. Phantom's trident was still impaled to his chest, so he kicked him to throw him off.Soon he pulled out Rain's bloody rapier that was sticking to his back. Phantom's trident was a soul Armas, thus it returned to his mind palace. Unfortunately, the Rapier wasn't one, so she could not call it back. They soon noticed that the Malak
Their attacks were abundantly explosive, but also acutely calculative at the same time.Rain, Agenor, and Falco—when they caught the glimpse of the savagery—began to quake in their boots. The unstable, calculative, and yet terror-striking collaboration between those two really put the beast on his toes.Although they were injured badly, they didn't let Malaka take control of the battle, despite his numerous dirty attempts."Fuck… do they know each other?""And what the hell is that sword?""What kind of creepy collaboration is that..."Some of the combined attacks they made were so terrifying and intuitive, they should not have been possible without extens