Chapter: 462

There were only two more places she hadn’t attacked… though it may cause everyone to grimace a little.

Jay had no time to think about Anya’s black mist ability as he dashed in to deal damage. He had to get the monster’s attention so Anya could continue to freely attack.

“Asklin!”

A burst of air and dirt exploded from Jay’s boots as he dashed across the field, almost matching the speed that Anya was going while in her black mist form.

Before, the creature ignored Jay and had prepared to charge again – but now Jay was already in front of it.

*Shring, Swing, Clang!~*

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Jay took it completely by surprise as he opened up wounds across its chest; some glowing green sap tainting his ossein blade.

Jay didn’t outdamage Anya by any means, but the creature would have to deal with him if it wanted to move towards the main target.

“AAHHHH!” a shrieking squeal came from behind Jay.

“Oh no! Stop!” the sabre-girl called out.

*DOON!~*

The squeals from both girls was followed by a deep booming sound. Jay had his back to the V-formation so it came behind him – followed by a gust of wind.

Jay quickly stepped back from the fight and glanced behind him in case he was in danger. Something was definitely wrong.

A string of organs and blood were strewn across the second treant hectopedes antlers, they had fallen out of Peter as it lifted him up into the air as if he were a trophy.

The antlers weren’t just inanimate either – each of them could move around, slicing up whatever was caught on them, digging around in Peter’s flesh.

“…” Jay had no thoughts, he was only glad that wasn’t him; the drain ability was much more preferable to whatever this barbaric brutal torture was.

Peter’s eyes had rolled back into his head from the pain, his body spasming on the antlers, only causing more damage. It seemed the higher level a monster was, the more brutal it could be.

This was just before Paul had intervened, pulling out a large glaive and ending the creature swiftly in one precise attack. This was the ‘doon’ sound they all heard.

Paul had instinctively pulled out his own weapon to help – not one of the flimy metal spears given to all the guards, but the one he personally used in dungeons.

The glaive blade was a deep glinting blue colour with white clouds that gently travelled across its surface. The shaft was a pure white polished stone of some sort.

It was clearly a magical weapon found in some high level dungeon; an older adventurer would eventually find one if they persevered enough.

The other adventurers were similarly all standing around watching for a moment as the spike-balls were about to prod them – the glorious display of viscera interrupting the flow of battle.

Paul cut off the head of the treant and brought Peter down from the antlers. He wasn’t too worried as Peter still had 32% of his HP left, and would just need some time to heal before rejoining the battle. That was if he wasn’t psychologically damaged anyway.

Unfortunately, Jay didn’t have time to keep looking – the treant was right behind him and about to slash.