57 The Extremely Responsible Lord Sherlock (1/2)
After Sherlock's command, none of the gamers moved.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.
They were restrained by Sherlock's dominance, and they focused on watching the Plot Animation.
As the dark rays collided with the magical barrier and created multi-colored sparks and realistic sound effects, the tall, cloaked Ba.Mannoroth.Con advanced towards Sherlock and spoke in a deep, eerie devilish voice, ”Sherlock? Just as I thought. You were here. I detected your odor long ago.”
Sherlock was in agony as he shouted dramatically, ”No—! My power is being drained!”
The magical barrier became weaker and weaker. The dark magical beam penetrated the barrier and pounded Sherlock.
”Die! Sherlock, you can't stop me this time!”
The dark magical beam from Ba.Mannoroth.Con's hand pounded Sherlock continuously. The brilliance from the magical contact almost engulfed Sherlock.
”Ah—!” Sherlock howled in agony as he knelt on one knee and supported himself with a hand on the ground. He looked extremely vulnerable, and he shouted to the gamers, ”Help me! Citizens of the Eternal Kingdom, stop him! Stop Ba.Mannoroth.Con!”
The gamers realized that they were able to move. It wasn't known who shouted, ”For Sherlie! For Eternal Kingdom!”
However, the other gamers began shouting as well.
”For Noko!”
”For the equipment!”
”For the world!”
”For Azeroth!”
”For Madoka Kaname!”
”Waaaa-!”
”D*mn! It's only a plot BOSS, could you stop yelling? There's no loot for fighting a plot BOSS! Haven't you played online games before?”
The gamers screamed at the top of their lungs as they charged at Ba.Mannoroth.Con.
Ba.Mannoroth.Con was dumbstruck and backed up. He had lots of experience, but he hadn't seen a bunch of fearless Goblins charging at him.
He composed himself and shouted, ”Pathetic Goblins, do you think you can stop me? I came from the Void, I am—Ba.Mannoroth.Con!
Once the word Con was uttered, a gust of magical wind blew from Ba.Mannoroth.Con's body and made them fall all over the place.
The gamers steadied themselves and charged nosily at Ba.Mannoroth.Con. The one hundred Goblins were armed with Short Swords as they charged wildly.
Though Ba.Mannoroth.Con was tall, he wasn't as tall as Sherlock. The gamers were at the height of his thigh, which created a serious problem. The gamers who were on the outer rim were unable to slash at Ba.Mannoroth.Con.
If Ba.Mannoroth.Con was tens of meters tall and tens of meters wide, then the gamers would be able to form a circle and slash at him. However, only six to seven gamers were able to surround him. The second ring of gamers had to stab at his knees or thighs through the first ring.
The third ring of gamers could only stab at the first ring of gamers through the second ring of gamers.
Each stab drew fresh blood all over the place, and the gamers wailed.
”Sh*t! Who are you stabbing? Could you look where you're stabbing?”
”You've stabbed your allies! D*mn it!”
”Stop stabbing! The BOSS didn't attack us. We've killed a few of our allies!”
”D*mn! Did you stab me?”
”Could you attack the BOSS? Why did you attack your own people?”
”He stabbed me first!”
”Idiot, didn't we vow to be united?”
”Why are you bickering? If you continue bickering, I'll hang all of you on the tallest tree on top of the Yellow Mountain!”