Chapter 221: The Devil Is A Devil Even When Its Dead (1/2)

The most troublesome thing about Nightcry for the Players was not its stronger attacks or its immunity to pain after its resurrection, but getting hit by the zombie blight debuff!

The Players would turn into zombie-like monsters once they died with that debuff, and while those monsters were weak, Cleric Players wouldn’t be able to revive them. Moreover, they would have to wait for three days before reviving at the Lifestone if they didn’t have a Resurrection Ankh!

Still, the Players who had gathered at Trinia to slay the devil were experienced veterans who had basically experienced almost every circumstance (whereas newbies would die immediately). Having grown in one event after another, all of them had great confidence and the toughness to become even more valiant in the face of greater setbacks.

Even if Nightcry had become stronger after its resurrection (mainly because it wasn’t doing nothing while taking hits), it had lost all strategic sense and fought sheerly by instincts. Therefore, the Players found it easy to handle it after mapping out its attacks.

Besides, the creature basically had no divine attribute although it possessed an abnormal divine power, and naturally wasn’t resistant to Rules. It was affected by every skill the Players had, and even if they couldn’t kill it swiftly, it greatly eased the pressure on the Players when it came to damage output.

Moreover, with someone like Mufasa who could rely on his skill to block and parry a majority of Nightcry’s attacks regardless of the gap between their levels, the battle began to favor the Players’ side.

“Anyone who isn’t a warrior don’t get too close, and don’t get in the way of the Kengyoku! That Holy Lancer over there—take your condor to the rear and shoot the beast right there!”

“Warriors, try not to get it! Getting trampled or crushed is still better than being instakilled—the Clerics could at least revive you!”

“Damn it, friendly fire! I would have smashed your brains out if friendly damage wasn’t lowered!”

“Medic! Wait, I mean Clerics! Where are the Clerics? I’m hurt, and I’m bleeding green everywhere! Quick, heal, and purify me!”

“Oh no, the Aquatic Angels can’t summon seafood now—those things can get zombified too!”

“Well, arrows are no use now. The Boss’s head has been shot so many times it’s a porcupine now.”

“Marni’s got trampled to death… again. Anyone going to revive him?”

“By the way, feels like the little elven lady beside him has been slacking all along.”

“Woah, are you saying that the elves might kill steal?”

Amidst the chaotic shouts of the Players where some of the reputable Players temporarily took command of the situation, Nightcry’s HP finally dropped to twenty percent—down to the kill zone.

But that was when the weird happened: Nightcry’s entire body suddenly ballooned, as if it was being filled with gas.

Having guessed that it was about to unleash some special attack, all the Players instinctively pulled away when the creature simply blew up right in front of their eyes.

After that, many smaller devils that looked just like Nightcry but were half the height of an adult streamed out of the corpse. Like a horde of zombies, they poured forth at the Players like a surging tide!

Although they had low HP and the Players could take one down by a single skill, the problem was that they were too many!