300 Damage Inflicted by the Gamers (2/2)

Sherlock and Samael were still locked in a vicious battle. Sherlock had to sustain the Mana to revive the dying gamers as he deflected Samael's incessant attacks.

After a pair of featherless wings sprouted from his back, Samael's combat power had risen to a new level.

The spiraling black Pike that had black Mana hit at Sherlock's body.

A Mana-filled Rune Shield blocked the stabbing of the black Pike.

The Rune Shield appeared in Sherlock's hand instantly, deflecting Samael's attacks.

”Sherlock, do consider my suggestion. If you hand over Michelangelo's relic, I'll let you off, and you'll be my loyal servant. I'll open the Gates of Hell completely and teach those who bragged about…”

Samael opened his mouth, which was filled with long, sharp teeth, and opened his crimson eyes. He discussed his plan excitedly with Sherlock.

He was interrupted by a small voice coming from his back.

Because the power was so small, Samael could almost ignore it.

But he forgot he was in a human's body.

”Jab.”

An arrow landed on Samael's wing, which had only a few black feathers.

Black liquid flowed out and eroded the arrowhead, and the arrow shaft fell to the ground. However, there was a wound on Samael's wing.

Samael turned his head and saw a naked Gnome who was wielding a Kite Shield and another armored Gnome who held a Short Bow. That was the Gnome that shot him.

The other naked Gnomes shouted excitedly.

”That was awesome, Sister Vanas!”

”Cool! I thought you were going to kill Sherlie with your arrow!”

”That's fantastic. Sister Vanas did practice archery daily.”

”The rise of the archers starts with Sister Vanas.”

The gamers whistled while Sylvanas raised her Short Bow and fired at Samael's face. The bowstring emitted a ”Swoosh!” sound.

An arrow flew past Samael's wing and missed.

”It's alright, Sister Vanas, buck up!”

”Let me try!”

”Gosh, don't shoot Sherlie.”

The gamers chattered noisily, and Samael was exploding with fury. When he was shot by these low, weak, and stupid green-skinned creatures, his rationale was almost overwhelmed by rage.

Samael didn't have the chance to kill those gamers.

While Samael was distracted, Sherlock grabbed his hair and smashed him against the ground.

At the same time, Sherlock raised his other fist and smashed hard onto the back of Samael's skull.

The gamers charged, ready to inflict maximum damage.