Chapter 264: Each's Strong Enemy (Part One)
Right now, there is such a strangely Powerful Fallen standing In Front of me. The Presence it emanates, although it hasn't reached the Extent of making me feel defeated, is absolutely not to be underestimated.
I Reluctantly calmed myself down, patted Light Snow , and signaled it to quickly leave with Sarah. Although I also hoped this strongest fighter could stay and help, its Speed is the fastest among everyone, and there might be other Enemies hidden in the Surroundings. Only by entrusting Sarah to it could I truly feel at ease dealing with the Strong Enemy In Front of me.
Light Snow looked at me and whimpered, clearly not agreeing with my decision, but as a Summoned Pet, it could only choose to obey. After hesitating for a moment, it turned around without hesitation and disappeared into the Dense Forest behind with Sarah.
During this process, Xiao Er and I kept staring at the Fallen opposite, to prevent it from suddenly attacking. Fortunately, it seemed to have no interest in Sarah. Instead, it scanned among us with its sharp Gaze, finally locking that eerie Aura onto my Body.
"Cleric... Scent, Andariel Lord... Kill!!"
It said in a stiff and hoarse voice. Without a doubt, this was also the first Fallen I had seen that could speak the Continent Language. Ordinary Fallen, apart from some meaningless shouts, would only have Rakanishu hanging on their lips. However, I didn't show much surprise at this – I had already seen Powerful Fallen, so speaking a few words wasn't anything strange.
What truly surprised me was the meaning of what it said. If I remember correctly, Akara had also mentioned to me when I first returned that my identity as a Cleric was very likely to attract the Pursuit of the Hell Clan. I was quite nervous at the time, but the peaceful life over the past half month, coupled with Kashya and Fara, these two super Experts, holding the fort, I gradually forgot about it. I didn't expect it to come now.
Connecting its unclear sentences, I think it was probably Teleportationed here by Andariel from the Third World, and then smelled the Cleric's Scent on me or the Little Ghost on the Necklace (Demons are particularly sensitive to Light Power).
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but let out a Bitter Smile. Monsters from the Third World, ah, even if it's just a lowest-Level Fallen, it's around Level 60. 60 vs 24. Andariel really thinks highly of me. But things have come to this point, and I have no choice. Run away? Without Light Snow , can I outrun it? Lure it into the Rogue Encampment? What if Kashya and Fara happen to not be there? Then I would become a great sinner. Moreover, deep down I also felt a bit eager to try. For the current me, whether it's the Monsters in the Rogue Encampment or Lut Gholein, even Mini-Bosses are no longer much of a challenge. But Demon Lord Level ones aren't my turn yet. Now there is such a Powerful, yet not invincible Enemy standing In Front of me. Saying I have no Battle Intent would be false.
These thoughts flashed through my mind instantly. At this moment, the Fallen opposite had already raised the gleaming Small Knife in its hand, gripping it tightly with both hands. That flowing silver-colored Blade suddenly turned scorching red, as if covered by a layer of deep Flame. Good heavens, I remember the records in Cain's Book, genuine Hell Fallen not only have absolute immunity to Flame but also attach strong Fire Damage to their Attack.
This Fallen, which possessed considerable Wisdom, clearly looked down on me, being a "Cleric". Its cruel Eyes actually revealed a provocative Gaze. However, regarding the four Ghost Wolves watching menacingly beside it, it still showed a certain degree of caution, gripping the knife tightly. It locked its Gaze motionlessly onto my Body, seemingly wanting to capture the king by first capturing the thief.
Striking later to gain mastery, huh? I narrowed my Eyes, unconsciously emitting a cold light. If that's the case, then I won't be polite...
The wind stopped, the leaves fell. The next instant, my pupils suddenly contracted. With this slight change, the four Ghost Wolves beside me suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
At the same time as I acted, the Fallen also moved. It was just a beat slower in the end, and the Ghost Wolves' Teleport Skill was also cast instantly, without any warning. So before it could even take a step, it was already surrounded on all sides by several white "giant Walls".
I didn't expect Airdrop Encirclement to trap the Fallen. The purpose of doing this was just to block the Fallen's Line of Sight, to buy a moment of time and fix its position. The moment the Ghost Wolves surrounded the Fallen, I waved my hand. The Necromancer Staff in my hand (Chapter 157) cast a Necromancer Skill "Weaken" that was already prepared. The Fallen, surrounded in the narrow Space, hadn't yet recovered its senses and was already hit squarely by Curse Rain. Several strange Energy light threads appeared above its head, beginning to continuously drain the Power within its Body. The provoked Fallen screamed in rage. Its red figure turned into a phantom, instantly leaped out of the Ghost Wolves' encirclement. Just as I expected, Airdrop Encirclement simply couldn't pose any threat to it.
But Xiao Er and the others were not to be trifled with. Before the leaping Fallen could land, they had already turned and pounced on it, surrounding it again. Hmph, did it think it could escape the Airdrop Encirclement's hunt from Mid-air?
After casting Weaken, I didn't immediately rush forward. Instead, I kept switching the Weapon in my hand. Ice Armor, Holy Shield, Dexterity Art, Life Recovery, Radiance, Praise of Ice were all cast in one go. Praise Akara, Praise Lin Ya, they actually prepared such a complete set of Priest Skills Equipment for me, as if they knew beforehand. What made me a little angry was that Hurricane Armor couldn't be cast because of the Werewolf State. Damn it, at the critical moment, the Druid's own Skills were useless instead. It seems it's time to put the "Technique for casting Elemental Skills in Shapeshifted State" into daily Training.
While I was casting Support Skills, a change also occurred on the Battlefield. This genuine Fallen, seeing it couldn't break free from the Ghost Wolves' encirclement, actually screamed in anger and used the Blade of the Small Knife, fiercely smashing it towards Little Three, who was blocking its front. With a bang, the massive Ghost Wolf Body actually flew out. My heavens, have you ever seen a few-year-old child use a toy to smash an entire bulldozer flying? The scene appearing before my Eyes was pretty much like that.
After smashing Little Three flying, this Fallen didn't seem to vent its anger. It turned around smoothly, and the Blade flowing with netherworld Flame fiercely hacked towards Little Five behind it. Its movements were as smooth and fast as flowing clouds and water, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, making it impossible for Little Five to Dodge in time. The scorching hot Blade dragged diagonally from its front shoulder towards its abdomen, leaving a Wound over a foot long. The red flesh turned up from the Wound was like it was on fire, emitting sizzling burnt smoke. Little Five immediately wailed and also retreated a big step. This was even after using Weaken to reduce its Attack Damage by 33%. High Level indeed crushes people.
While the Fallen was showing off its might and forcing Little Three and Little Five back, Xiao Er and Little Four on the sides didn't stay idle. Their Claws and mouths attacked its Body several times, leaving several deep red Bloodstains. Although the Damage seemed considerable, considering the Health of a Level 60 Monster, the situation was not optimistic.
The Fallen, having suffered Damage for the first time, became even more furious like thunder. But it at least had some brains, knowing the purpose of this Quest. Although the four Ghost Wolves before it weren't worth much in its Eyes, dealing with all of them wasn't something that could be done in a moment. Therefore, it suppressed its anger and continued to pounce towards me from the opened encirclement.
"Good, here it comes," I said inwardly. I had just finished applying all my Buffs. I took the opportunity to cast a Healing Spell on Little Five, who was more seriously injured. I switched to my Scepter and went to meet it. Haha, that feeling of the wind retreating was really damn cool! The 50% Dexterity boost was really not for show. Werewolf Transformation + Dexterity Art, Werebear Transformation + Strength Art, with such a Powerful Skill combination, how could I lose!!
The Fallen that charged straight ahead headfirst didn't expect me, this "Cleric", to actually actively step forward to seek death. Even less did it expect my Speed to be so fast, so fast that it was even comparable to its own. By the time it reacted, a huge Fist was already less than a foot away from its Face. As the sound of Bone lightly cracking rang out, it first felt a blur of white before its Eyes, then it turned red...
With nosebleed shooting up into the sky, the Fallen flew high up. It probably never expected that it charged forward like a cannonball, only to be sent flying back like a cannonball.
However, it wasn't over. The direction the Fallen flew back in was precisely the direction of the four Ghost Wolves. These four Brothers had been holding back their strength. Seeing the Fallen "thrown" towards them like a high-speed boomerang, they immediately pounced. Four Ghost Wolves, eight front Claws, dozens of sharp claws, bringing up whistling sounds of cutting through the air, slashed across from the opposite direction of the Fallen. Time seemed to freeze for a moment. The next instant, the Fallen's Body was like a broken water bag filled with water, and deep red Blood sprayed out from all over its Body.
"Boom—!!"
Soil splashed. The Fallen smashed onto the ground like a cannonball. Its entire Body sank into the soft Grassland pit. The fresh grass turned into Yellow Mud, and the Fallen was also buried inside. If it were to die like this, it wouldn't be a bad comfortable Tomb.
But unfortunately, a Level 60 Monster, even if its Strength was poor, its Health and Defense were also extraordinary. As expected, after being quiet for a little while, the Soil suddenly wriggled a few times, like a Zombie just about to crawl out of the Dirt. It slowly extended a hand from under the mud. I was just planning to take advantage of it not having climbed up yet to get some loot or something, but the soft Yellow Mud suddenly exploded. The Fallen's Figure followed the Soil that shot up into the sky and landed steadily. Its posture was quite graceful, it's just that the Soil covering its entire Body made its enraged appearance a bit more comical.
Staring at me grimly, the Fallen's Eyes burned with raging fury, as if I had killed all eighty-one members of its family, not even sparing its beautiful fiancée who hadn't married in yet. It gripped the Cleaver in its hand tightly, its Body slightly arched like a spring. However, it began to become cautious because of the Strength I had displayed. Wanting to seize an opportunity to beat it into the dirt like before seemed unlikely. Looking at its "rosy and shiny" face, it clearly had no broken bones or torn muscles. High-Level Monsters' Health is really awesome.