Chapter 39 - The Blood Spirit (Part 1) (1/2)

An absolutely red figure, an ethereal and impossible existence, an abomination of nature. Formed by the blood of a kobold, the Blood Spirit had four long arms, the front two of which were together, as if the aberration were praying, and the back arms pointed downward, dropped.

Without eyes, nose or mouth, the Spirit's feature was unpalatable and abnormal. There was no longer any trace of the kobold's head, because all of its skin had been torn off and the scales formed the crown that was on the monster's head now.

When Jean saw the creature above him, he had no reaction but to be amazed. Soon after, he realized that the Spirit was not targeting him, but other people who were on the rooftops just above him.

Luke was still amazed at everything that had happened. The watery blood that came out barreled, turned into a kind of haunting and no attack was affecting it, to make matters worse, the spirit only turned solid when it attacked and then returned to its liquid state.

”Huf, huf... This is going to be a big problem...” The half-wolf concluded, panting. Then he looked at the elf beside him, the girl was still staring in awe at the blood figure. ”Can you keep up with me?”

Nathalia lingered a few moments, then realized that the questioning was for her. ”Yes, I think so...”

It wasn't the first time Luke had seen her act like this, it was the same when he saw the Superior Goblins. Outside the Dungeon, Nathalia was losing all her confidence to fight monsters.

”No, you can't. Focus on helping the injured and stay out of the fight. I can fight him.” Luke said, sounding impatient for the first time.

”Injured?!”

”In the wreckage of the wall. Have focus.”

The girl looked down and saw a woman in witch's clothing, slumped over and apparently unconscious. Next to her was a dark-skinned, yellow-eyed man, who was staring at Blood Spirit.

Without complaint, the girl jumped down and landed next to Jean Pollo, who was startled by the noise of Nathalia's arrival.

”Are you hurt?” The Elf questioned to him, serious and, at the same time, crestfallen for not having the strength to fight the monster.

”No... Please focus on helping Lizz!” He shouted, as he stood up.

The man was wearing high-class clothes: a burgundy social vest under a black shirt, with a striped tie, not to mention the pocket watch chain that was sticking out of his vest pocket.

He sure wasn't just anyone and Nathalia knew that, yet she decided to keep acting.

”Run and call for help from the guild and all the adventurers you can!” The girl gave the order.

”But... but, I can help!”

Tlimc! Tlimc! The jingles of Luke's curved sword strikes, which were trying to greedily wound the Spirit, were suppressed by the liquid. As all the attacks passed straight through, only the slight resistance of the water did not slow him down in any way.

Those watching from the outside saw only a few blurs and the creature, looking from side to side, lost.

”What are you people still doing here? Go get some help!” Luke shouted to Nathalia and Jean, who were still standing a few feet below the monster. ”I'm getting his attention!”

The half-wolf did not stop attacking and gave the monster no rest, because it feared a next transformation, as occurred the first time.