301 Grandson! (1/2)

Peasant felt his heartbeat thumping faster. Though it was a game, he had normal physiological reactions.

Ten other gamers who were Tanks were in place.

Lord Sherlock had grabbed Samael's skull and was smashing it into the ground.

A ray of light shot out from where Sherlock was smashing and sent Sherlie flying out.

”It's now! This is our chance!”

The gamers thought that it was a new stage of the BOSS fight.

Peasant charged forward. In the pit smashed out by Sherlock's fist, the bloody Samael stood up.

A few naked Gnomes with shields walked over and shouted vulgarities.

”D*mn you! Grandson!”

”I'm your dad! You silly dude!”

”Hit me! Come and hit me!”

”Catch me, and I'll give you some intelligence syrup!”

”Waaaaaah—!”

Samael's clothing was completely destroyed. His damaged flesh and muscles were vibrating, and his wounds sealed up. His body looked lacerated.

Samael emitted black Mana as he opened his mouth and bellowed in a non-human voice.

”Roar—!”

With his bellow, his mouth was opened in an exaggerated manner. Even his cheeks were torn into shreds.

The charging gamers stopped in their tracks at this terrifying scene, but after a pause, they continued their charging.

Samael widened his stance and aimed his Pike at the gamers.

A figure flashed by and hit Samael's body. Sherlock's knee smashed into Samael's chest, then he raised his sandbag fist and pummeled Samael's face.

The gamers were now beside Samael.

The Tanks weren't of much use as Sherlock had restrained Samael under him. The close combat DPS gamers charged in and inflicted as much damage as possible.

”Horizontal slash! Berserker strike! Horizontal slash! Berserker strike!”

The double Dagger BurningChestHair rolled to Samael's side. He stabbed in a frenzy at Samael's upper body as though he was drawing an intricate picture.