Chapter: 389
Well, without getting completely demolished anyway, since one of them was dying.
Most of its long, insect-like body was like a wall of blades yet somehow the skeletons were damaging it.
This abomination was a mix of everything he had seen in this dungeon so far – a dihexapede, a mannaton, and a stone soldier.
It’s long body with skittering legs resembled the segmented fleshy body of the dihexapede from the waist down, while the upper body was that of an uncompleted stone soldier; it seemed like an anorexic version. Whoever this person once was would have been starving, maybe even on their last breath right before they were turned to stone.
Under its T-visor helmet a slack jaw slung, endlessly hissing, so it seemed that not all of it had been turned to stone.
Two long tendrils hung over its shoulder, threatening to coil around any unsuspecting prey; each of them coming from the back of the creature’s neck.
Thankfully all the shards on them had already been cracked open and harmless; it seemed like they would need a long time to grow back.
Its arms were not like normal stone soldiers; they were long and thin, like a spindly dead branch. It seemed that their bones had turned to the strange black rock, but the flesh and muscles hadn’t, leaving them victims to time.
The flesh had either turned black or fallen off, revealing most of the crude mineral skeleton underneath – still only held together by some ancient, twisted magic that even the Helvetians couldn’t destroy.
After staring for a moment, Jay wasn’t sure if he was fearful or impressed by the strange creation. Simply put, he was in awe.
Finally, he analysed it.
<[The Assistant – Level 8]>
[HP 67/121]
[Congenital Linking – 1/3]
– Shares its strength with other creatures
[Slender Hands]
– Has a specialised arm that rips parts from its enemies, adding them to itself if it favours the part.
– Chance to execute – 12% Higher chance vs lower level.
– Three minute cooldown
[Amalgamation] (Body Parts)
– Consumes (Body Parts) to grow stronger
– Has become immortal
[Dire Blades] (Tendrils) (Legs)
– The Assistant strangles and whips its target with its sabre tendrils
– The Assistant slashes its target with its sabre talons