Chapter 345 – The Demon Spirit Clan (1/2)
Without his dragon, the knight’s strength wasn’t much higher than Fatty, rather, he was no longer Fatty's opponent inside the Elemental Sword Diagram. After just a few rounds, the knight died to Fatty’s chaotic swordplay with a desperate cry, leaving a pile of equipment.
The knight wasn’t strong and had nothing good on him aside from a dragon spear and dragon scale shield with decent stats, which could be considered superb gear for knights.
Killing a dragon-riding knight in exchange for plentiful experience and several pieces of equipment, Fatty also paid a high price. The elemental energy was once again consumed and still be right now to suppress the dragon, which made the reserve look pitifully meager compared to the original amount. Fatty decided to be very stingy from now on and would only use the elemental energy as a last resort.
Stowing the Elemental Sword Diagram, Fatty reappeared in the area and was immediately startled. The surroundings were filled with Demon creatures and soldiers glaring viciously at him. There was no sign of any other players.
“A human, kill!”
Upon seeing Fatty emerge, the well-prepared Demon troops attacked all at once. All kinds of skills rained down in chaos, burying Fatty under their colorful appearances.
“Dead?” After a wave of attacks, there was no sign of Fatty where he had stood. The demons with low intelligence stretched their necks to look around and exclaimed in joy, “Dead, dead, we killed the heir of the Elementalist!”
“Pefh.” Spitting out a mouthful of soil, Fatty climbed out from the ground. Had he not been quick to escape with the Elemental Movement Art just now, he would probably have died without any remains and reported to the Death Altar.
“He isn’t dead yet. Kill him, take away his Elemental Skill Book and Elemental Sword Diagram.“ In the sky, a black figure casually ordered.
“Yes.” A shadow melted into the wind and disappeared without a trace.
Five illusory shadows hovered high in the air. Each of them possessed a profound, overwhelming presence that seemed even more terrifying than Eagle Rise when he had detonated, which meant they were at least Celestial-tier.
“Soon, there’ll be enough sacrificial human souls, and we can break free from the fetters of the Death Altar and come here for delicious human flesh. Oh, how long has it been? Ever since our somatic death that sent our souls to the altar, we haven’t got to enjoy the taste of blood.”
The five shadows looked at each other with eerily coarse chuckles. Then, they melted and dispersed into a chilling wind.
“It's only been a few hours and they've already hit the city?” Climbing to the top of a building, Fatty saw the demons had swarmed into almost one-third of the city, currently fighting with the players on the streets.
At present, it wasn’t only the players fighting but NPC troops had also entered the city to assist. Since the system had handed out this mission, there had to be a chance of winning. By now, a small number of NPCs had come to help defend the city, but the main force was still the players.
All of the dozens of siege equipment Bai Xiaosheng had bought from Fatty were completely damaged and scattered on the ground. The players formed layers of meat shields to block attacks from the Demon troops.
It wasn’t that there were no players thinking of running, only that the whole city was currently entirely surrounded by demons. They only stood a chance to win if they remained to defend the city to the very end. But if they wanted to sneak away, the Demon army would be the first to say no.
Having taken just two steps, Fatty suddenly bent, then violently stomped down, smashing a big hole in the structure at his foot and fell through it.
Whoosh! A wind blew past Fatty's head as a sharp glint cut off a few strands of his hair.
“Tsk, good skills, human.” A short Demonic creature with dark wrinkled skin and appearance like the dead jumped down into the hole Fatty made. The creature’s eyes glowed smooth green, the corners of its mouth dripping with saliva.
Fatty got up without a word and tossed Appraisal, gaining the demon’s information.
Bikari: a member of the Demon Spirit clan; fond of fresh blood; a born assassin that excels at assassinations.
“Born assassin? Excels at assassinations?” Looking at Bikari, Fatty smiled.
A breeze blew by in the building. Fatty and Bikari whooshed into Stealth at the same time, then appeared at the same time, each brandishing their weapon at the other for a hard strike.
One moment the building was quiet, the next there was a series of weapons clashing. True to its title of a born assassin of the Demon Spirit race, whether it was Bikari’s ambush skills or fighting senses, they were all first-class among the experts Fatty knew of. Had it not been for Fatty's well-trained combat ability in reality, he would have fallen to this little fellow’s hands.
Clank! Sparks flew in all directions. The two fighters retreated after one strike, Stealthed, and then appeared to attack again.
“Human, you aren’t too shabby.” After another attack, Bikari licked the corners of its mouth and revealed a cruel smile.
“On the other hand, you’re lacking.” Fatty wagged his finger.
“You dare look down on me?!!” Bikari was furious. A demon also had its dignity. Being denied of its skills in its own field of expertise was undoubtedly a great provocation. “Human, I won't give you an easy death.”
Bikari’s body flashed. On the spot, five exact Bikaris appeared with the same vicious grin on their faces, approaching Fatty step by step.
Fatty threw them a glance and also shook his body. Three Fattys appeared on the spot.