Chapter 343: Ice Flakes (1/2)

Even as the undead elf smiled sinisterly, four long humanoid arms extended out of its back, with loose sheets of skin connecting each of them. With how it looked completely different from a bat, it appeared especially as bizarre as it was twisted.

And whether it was because of its frost magic or she was simply too frightened by its appearance, Eleena felt her entire body grow cold, and even forgot to fight back or run.

The undead elf was clearly no gentleman that waited until a magical girl finished her transformation. Before Eleena could break through here fear, the four arms behind it spread out and lunged towards the girl, moving as quickly as a tarantula on the hunt.

It was only when Eleena was at death’s door that she regained mobility, and her mind that had gone mostly blankly started moving again. Even if the Players could come back to life, to survive was a human instinct—and that wouldn’t change even after becoming a Player.

And in this split second, Eleena was bursting with survival instincts that she herself couldn’t imagine.

Giving up on casting any skill, she simply unleashed the holy light energy within her body as much as she could.

That energy stopped her enemy’s blow, even repelling it by a stride. In fact, the undead elf would have been blinded if it hadn’t lost its normal sensory organs too. Seizing the moment, Eleena rolled backward to distance herself away from the enemy, pulling herself together to cast several Spears of Victory in the process.

Even so, the seemingly stiff undead elf was much agile than she expected, and dodged every last one of her spear combos.

Eleena, keeping her surprise in control, promptly used another spell in Chains of Penance to limit her foe’s movement, but the undead elf simply conjured frost shields out of thin air to obstruct her effort.

With two attempts foiled, Eleena’s gap against the undead elf was shortened and her situation was becoming more dangerous.

Worse still, she no longer could use the holy light gimmick just now.

Eleena tried to raise a shield by instinct.

But even as she was about to cast it, she hesitated: if she used it again, she might be enclosed within thick ice like before.

And without the automaton drawing the heat away from her, she just might be blindsided just as she was about to break through the ice.

Nonetheless, that split second of hesitation afforded the undead elf a chance to burst forward. Its speed shot up in that instant until it arrived right in front of Eleena, and was close enough that raising her shield would be useless!

It seemed that she would have to use her equipment to withstand the brunt of its blow… but even though she was the Saintess-in-training, she remained a glass cannon with a low defensive buff…

But just when the undead elf’s over two-meters long arms were about to reach Eleena, a cold flash streaked through the air to cut down one of the arms and the skin around it. Green, pungent pus shot out from its wound, and the air was filled with the scent of a rotting corpse.

“Sorry I’m late!”

Joined the battle, Mufasa took a moment to adjusted his titled flatfish head mask, before staring at the undead elf which was hissing at him after having one of its arms chopped off.

Even though it wasn’t roaring, the sound that resembled a tire losing gas or a snake’s hiss was much more unsettling than a roar.

“Eleena, hurry off and get to shelter.”