Chapter 11 Round 36 (1/2)

With a roar, the Bone Golem threw a power packed punch towards Draco, aiming to crush him into a pulp. The Golem knew it had very little chance of landing a hit on him with the display he had put up so far, so it wasn't optimistic.

However, it had a devious plan up its sleeves.

Draco himself just gave a low shout and leap up and over the encroaching fist, landing close to one of the legs of the Golem. With a powerful horizontal swing from Durandal, one of the tendons attached to its left ankles was severed.

The Golem roared in pain and anger, with a mixture of fear within. The Bone Golem's plan was based on the assumption that Draco's weapons were low tier and could barely do damage. Never could it have expected this lone human to wield magical weapons!

Actually, Durandal and Excalibur weren't magical weapons, just rare ones. It was only due to the passive effect of the Revenger skill that Draco was able to inflict minor magical damage with each attack.

The damage dealt through such a means was calculated based on his normal attack damage. So while his physical attack damage was high but had a weak effect on a monster with a high defense like the Golem, he could still deal slow damage with his minor magical damage. That damage was then boosted by the Lightbringer title as well as Lord Richmond's heraldry and the Dragon Soul's effects.

The simple fact was, with just the Lightbringer title and a same level playing field, the monsters in the Nightingale's Cry dungeon were destined to have a hard time today. The other effects were honestly just overkill at this point.

Draco didn't even use any flashy combat techniques he had honed in his past life. He just brandished his blade calmly and relaxedly, which further drove the Bone golem into a frenzy.

What was with this strange human?! At least, show signs of struggle and difficulty so that the Bone Golem could die with some dignity. What was with that infuriating expression that made it seem as if you felt bad for bullying the weak!?

”Sigh… I really shouldn't enjoy this. Brother Golem, why don't you make this easy on both of us and commit suicide?” Draco lamented with a burdened expression.

If the Bone Golem had organs and veins, it would've spat blood in anger. Commit suicide your mother! Make it easy on both of us your mother! At least let us have a thrilling fight to death, what is with this belittling?

Damage notifications kept ringing above the Golems head as its health dropped rapidly. Soon, it fell into the 10% range. Even though Sergeant rank monsters normally wouldn't possess a rage mode, this Bone Golem did.

After all he had a name – Boneshaker. Boneshaker was a special named monster, which was an elite of those among its tier. In fact, it was this same reason that Draco had failed to dispatch it in the first few seconds of the fight. Durandal and Excalibur may be rare swords, but they were far from the kind of weapons needed to solo a party boss monster, especially one with high physical defense.

Activating Absolute Void was also very pointless without a horde of enemies. It was one of the crowd control skills of the Avenger class and such skills had a poor effect on single targets, as the power was dispersed over a large area.

Similarly, Boneshaker could not use any of his AOE's because he was fighting a single target and Draco would just dodge them anyway, which would mean wasted time and energy.

Soon, Draco blinked onto Boneshaker's skull and thrust downwards with both blades, cracking and eventually piercing the cranium while hitting the brain beneath.

With a roar of anguish and unwillingness, Boneshaker crumbled into pieces as his HP bottomed out under Draco's critical hit.

”Whew. That took far too long for something that was far too easy,” Draco commented while flourishing his blades.

If Boneshaker were alive to hear his words… he might just shatter into a million pieces from anger and shame.

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Deep in a forest, two women were walking while cautiously observing their surroundings. One was garbed in tight leathers that revealed a slim and lithe form with curves that would make any man ponder the true meaning of life. Although her sizes weren't large, her form was still attractive. To her side was another woman that was the opposite. With bright blonde curls draped around her temples, she had a cutesy face that made her look immature. Despite that, her assets were quite large. If Draco were here, he would use the term ”Oppai loli” to describe her.

These two were Riveting Night and Sublime Notion. Currently, they were traversing the forested area around one of the Native's hamlet. They had accepted a quest from a guild outpost to scout for information. As Riveting Night's primary class focus was geared towards rogues, she had an advantage in this regard.

”Ugh, Guild leader, this forest is full of nasty bugs!” Sublime Notion complained bitterly while slapping her chest. The recoil jiggle of her cannons would've set fire to any male in sight.

”It's not that bad. We won't be here for long anyway, so try to hold out.” Riveting Night consoled her friend.

”Easy for you to say, you're tightly bound in that BDSM outfit!”

Riveting Night blushed and flicked her friend's forehead. ”It's not BDSM!”

”Teehee… You can hide your true nature from others but not me! If you don't like being bound, why would you wear something that tight??”

Riveting Night sighed in exasperation. This was not the first time she had faced this accusation and frankly, it was pretty annoying to have to say the same thing over and over again.

”It's form fitting, allows for swift and easy movement while providing some modicum of defense. Need I say more?” Riveting Night answered sullenly.

Sublime Notion simply smiled smugly and refused to answer. Riveting Night gnashed her teeth, feeling as if her friend had won one over her in some way or form. She made a vow to punish her when they returned to the university.

”Wait…”

Suddenly, Riveting Night stopped and became wary. She had played countless new wave FIVR games and had always stuck to the same rogue class, so she had developed a sharp sixth sense outside of her class based skills. She could tell that their situation had suddenly changed at some point during their argument.

”What's wrong…?” Sublime Notion knew her friend's sharp instincts were never wrong, so she immediately complied and halted her steps. She also clutched her stave warily, checking her surroundings but failing to notice anything.

”We are being watched.” Riveting Night's eyes glowed under the darkness of her hood, her focus engaged towards a certain direction. In reply to her words, a raucous laugh erupted as a group of men and women emerged from the forest.

They were all dark skinned and tall, dressed in a mixture of animal skins and khaki. They wielded a variety of weapons, from spears to swords and even daggers.

Surprisingly, there was no archer among them.

”What a sharp woman! Shame you chose the wrong side to fight for,” One of the men in the lead spoke in a mirthful voice, as if this was a joke.

Riveting Night remained quiet, contemplating their chances. However, the same couldn't be said about Sublime Notion as she immediately began mouthing off. ”Hmph, as if you can do anything to us. Don't you know we are Immortal Adventurers? You can kill us today, but we'll return tomorrow with a hundred more of us to destroy you all!”

Her vicious words seemed to have an effect on them as their expressions changed greatly. If there was one thing the NPCs of Boundless feared more than the Gods… it would be their chosen ones, the Immortal Adventurers who could almost infinitely return from death.

The NPCs only tolerated them because the Gods had mandated it to be so. Besides, with the sheer number of Immortal Adventurers entering their world every day, it wasn't feasible to incur their hatred by suppressing them.

Especially the indigenes. They had all the more reason to be wary of Immortal Adventurers, given that almost everyone coveted their land. If those forces teamed up with them… their outcome wouldn't be pleasant.

And it could easily start with the deaths of these two.

Realizing that, the one who spoke had an ugly expression on his face, as If he had swallowed a bitter pill. His allies also glared at Sublime Notion, who had a smug look on her face. If there was one talent this cutesy big breasted girl had, it was the ability to infuriate people.

”You might be right, but such a scenario requires something first.” The dark skinned leader stated coldly.