180 Vol. 3 pt. 50 Patch 9.0: The Catacombss Secre (1/2)

”Shogun, bro, I swear if you try licking me later,” Rao says after having watched Shogun tear the limbs off of a shambling corpse.

Shogun looks at his owner, rolls his eyes, and then looks at Rock whom is chewing on the bone of an arm that still has some zombie flesh hanging off of it.

Rock looks at Shogun, slides the bone a bit out of her mouth so that there's enough space for Shogun to bite onto it as well, and offers it to him.

With the latest wave of trash mobs defeated, Rock and Shogun proceed onward while each chewing on the ends of the same bone.

”I think I'm going to be sick,” Rao tells Oleander.

Oleander turns around and looks at Rao.

The small deer boy is covered in chunks of flesh, black and brown goo, and there's even a disembodied finger wiggling around on the top of his head that he hasn't noticed. ”I don't want to hear that from you,” Oleander tells Rao.

Rao covers up his mouth and looks away.

Dealing with the undead is a very messy job.

Back in the room that Fenrir and Cassiel are hiding in, they have slipped their armor and weapons back on.

The undead outside of the room originally went away after they didn't make much noise, but after their fun on the bed and the noises made as a result of it, the dead are back to banging on and clawing at their door.

”So, do you think this place counts as a dungeon?” Fenrir asks.

”I'm not sure. You could probably say that it does, but I don't know why that boss was aboveground instead of somewhere down here. Doesn't make much sense either since he was a completely different type of monster from the ones down here,” Cassiel answers.

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”Maybe he was like, a roaming boss that decided to just hang around there to catch unsuspecting players?”

”Maybe.”

”By the way, that new sword of yours. It looks like a pretty… I don't know how to explain it, but it looks holy. It looks like the kind of sword designed specifically for cutting through demons and zombies and all that. Maybe we should try it out? Can't stay in this room forever.”

Cassiel unsheaths her new blade and looks it over. Its holy appearance was part of the reason why she wanted it so badly, so it wouldn't be impossible for it to have some holy attributes to it as well. ”Being an angel would be useful right now.”

”I'm guessing those angels have got some good anti-undead magic and all that?”

”Yeah. These monsters wouldn't stand a chance against even a single angel, and an archangel could solo most undead or demonic bosses on their own unless they were raid bosses.”

”We've got to figure out how to get you your wings and halo.”

”Good luck,” Cassiel says with a sigh. ”Being an angel would be so cool… but I won't be able to become one unless I somehow got back into Livia's grace.”

”Well, you're already an angel to me, so now we've just got to come up with our own way to get you your wings and halo.”

Cassiel wants to call him a bastard for how impossible that is, but instead, she nods and says, ”I – I believe you.”

Fenrir looks at her with a grin and hugs her. ”You're so cute when you're like this.”

Cassiel, blushing up a storm against his chest, hugs him back. ”Sh—be quiet… and are you back to full health yet?”

Fenrir blinks his eyes a few times and looks around. He can't see any more spots of darkness in his vision. ”Good to go. I think,” he answers and stretches. ”So, we open up the door and kill them as they come in? You with your sword and me with my feral?”

”Yeah, we'll let them come in two at a time. We should be fine as long as we're quick.”

”You know, while I'm feral, I might give in and bite some of them. Don't judge me for that because I doubt I'm going to enjoy the taste.”

”I am not kissing you if you do.”

Fenrir chuckles. ”That's fair. Alright, you ready?” he asks while removing the furniture up against the door.

Cassiel steps closer to the door with her new sword in her hands, the blade beginning to glow with holy energy as she gets closer to the undead.

Both Fenrir and Cassiel are excited to see her sword in action when they see it glowing.

Fenrir can already feel his feral urges building up within him just knowing that he's about to be in danger, and by letting those urges take hold of him, his arms and legs both transform.