Volume 4 copy Chapter 12: Stupidity Giganticity (Part 2)
Marquis Meneval was also much more resistant to Black Aurora's fire magic than ordinary vampires, which made Black Aurora's long-range attack less effective than expected. In addition, he moved quickly, coming and going like the wind, causing the elven magician's spells to repeatedly fail, wasting a lot of magic power, and making Black Aurora's two pointed ears red and straight up, and he kept saying "Cena" and "Quebi" in his mouth.
Although we were making slow progress, on the other side of the battlefield, Krado and his men were not in as difficult a situation as we were. The long-handled battle axe in the hands of the Tauren Shaman was both heavy and sharp, and was originally a powerful weapon for dealing with skeleton monsters. With his vigorous chopping, bone slag peeled off the skeleton guards like wood shavings.
Unexpectedly, Longbow Shooter did not rush to the front as enthusiastically as usual. He rarely used Holy Light spells and shot the Supreme God's sacred light of judgment at the two skeleton guards in front of him. Although our dwarf priest always gets excited and often does some foolish things, his choice this time was rare and wise. For these evil beings who should die but are not dead, the priest's Holy Light spell seems to have an additional attack bonus. An ordinary "Sword of Judgment" can cause more than 100 points of damage. He may not have experienced this kind of comfortable battle away from the front line and casting magic far away for a long time. He was so excited that he kept shouting. It can be seen that it feels good to choose a safe way of fighting occasionally. Unfortunately, my profession determines that I may never experience this feeling in my life.
Compared to Krado and Changgong Sheri, Changyang Sanjiao was obviously a little depressed. Facing two skeleton monsters, his most powerful lethal weapon, the "Corpse Poison Dagger", was basically useless, and he could only rely on the short-handled warhammer in his right hand to cause damage. As expected, this level 15 warhammer only played the role that a level 15 weapon should play. However, no matter what, he could always attract the attention of the two huge skeletons in time, share the damage that Krado had to bear, and create a better killing opportunity for Changgong Sheri.
Compared with the exhilarating pleasure of killing with the "Corpse Poison Dagger" not long ago, looking at the pitiful numbers of "-15" and "-20" floating above the heads of the skeleton guards from time to time, it is difficult for our orc friends who have actually become human shields not to feel deep feelings about the impermanence of life and the repeated decline of fate.
Soon, a giant skeleton guard fell to the ground under the light of the longbow shooting sun. Although the remaining one roared and danced wildly with the giant blade in his hand, frequently causing trouble for Klado and the Yangtze River Delta, it was already at the end of its strength and had no more power to continue. Not long after, Klado roared and swung the giant axe, sweeping the second giant skeleton guard into a pile of bones. The two helpers of Marquis Meneval were all killed.
The elimination of the two skeleton guards surprised the Vampire Marquis. "You have surprised me, reptiles..." He finally gave up chasing me and stood there, saying sinisterly, "...but your luck has come to an end." After that, he looked up to the sky and let out a deafening sharp scream. The sound made me feel as if a thousand bats were tearing at my brain. In an instant, a dim and evil red ball of light enveloped the Marquis of Meneval. The ball of light became bigger and bigger. Through it, I could see that the Marquis's body was also becoming thicker and taller. A pair of thick wings grew under his ribs, and a pair of fangs grew longer and longer. The dress and cloak on his body were also torn into pieces by his gradually expanding body. The slender rapier in his hand, which was originally like a venomous snake's letter, gradually became wider as he changed, until it became a huge weapon that was more than one person tall and as heavy as a big axe. His face was horribly distorted due to the tension of his muscles, but he also showed a kind of joyful expression as if he was intoxicated, which made him look even more hideous and terrifying.
When the transformation magic finally ended, Marquis Meneval opened his eyes which had been closed. At this time, his eyes were no longer just a bright red pupil, but the entire eye sockets were flashing with dazzling red light.
"You will pay the price for your arrogance!" The gigantic vampire marquis yelled, picked up the giant sword that was thicker than an axe, and continued to chop at me.
This is so fucking unfair! The two skeleton guards were chopped to pieces by the three guys standing over there. Even if this is arrogant, they should pay the price, right? I am so innocent, why does this old monster have to hold me back?
In just a short moment, I cursed this unreasonable old blood-sucking ghost dozens of times in my heart, but I could only raise my shield to fight back helplessly. This heavy blow really made me suffer a lot. After I managed to block it, the huge pain made me almost think that my left half of my body was cut in half by his sword.
However, this shameless attack also aroused my savagery. Taking advantage of the moment when he couldn't stop, I slashed his thighs with my backhand sword several times. At the same time, a fireball spell of Black Aurora instantly exploded on Marquis Meneval's chest. Taking advantage of this moment, the Yangtze River Delta and the others also rushed forward and surrounded the huge vampire marquis in the center.
Throughout my adventure - not just now, but also for a long time to come - there has always been a huge doubt hidden in my heart that I can't understand: why those terrifyingly powerful enemies with extraordinary strength, those evil strongmen with earth-shaking extraordinary magic powers, who lead their subordinates to commit invasions and killings, always like to make their bodies extremely huge, as if they are afraid that others don't know that they are the suckers who are going to be destroyed.
In my opinion, hugeness and power are two different things that have never been necessarily related. If these powerful beings who are at the top of the world in terms of size and power are willing to lower their status and become the size of ordinary people, then even if their power is weakened by half, they will become more threatening. Giantness often means that the target is obvious and the action is slow. Although the absolute value of power has been enhanced, it has actually become easier to deal with. For example, if this Marquis Meneval always maintains the form of an ordinary person, it will be difficult for us to capture his agile figure. If we lose the target, then no matter how great the destructive power is, we cannot cause harm to the enemy. The repeated failure of Black Aurora's spell just now is a clear proof.
Now, none of us will worry about the elusiveness of the target. This blood-sucking monster is standing there arrogantly and stupidly like a horse hitching post, a complete target of flesh and blood. If you still miss the target like this, then... then it must be the blind man Xian Ge Yayi. But what makes me happy is that he is not here now.
Sometimes it is hard for us not to secretly feel fortunate. If the last king and his sinister and stupid accomplices could understand this truth, the Falvi continent would have been completely destroyed two hundred years ago.
This was a battle that tested one's patience. The life bar on the transformed Marquis Meneval's head was outrageously long, almost the same as his height at this moment. Moreover, he often used the vampire's unique defensive magic "Blood Demon Armor" , which made people chop him until their hands were tired without seeing how much life he lost.
Fortunately, after his body became bigger, his IQ seemed to have dropped accordingly. He rarely used magic to attack, only occasionally using the enhanced "blood extraction" magic. I don't understand why he likes to use such a spell that is difficult to kill. This is a spell that gradually weakens the opponent's vitality, and it is easy to be interrupted during the casting. When you are unlucky, you can't even absorb 100 points of life and return empty-handed. It is completely different from the magic blood thorn, which has a high frequency and quick effect.
More often than not, he would choose to use that heavy sword to kill his opponents, and in most cases, the first choice for him to kill was me. Compared with magic attacks, his heavy sword was more threatening. Every time I took his sword, my life would always suffer a lot. And under his many heavy blows, my shield was already covered with cracks and was on the verge of collapse. Fortunately, his attack speed was very slow, and he would often fight back after being slashed by us for a long time. I guess it was because of the sword - even for his current burly body, every time he swung this huge sword that was as big as a door or wall, he would always have to take a breath.
This idiot probably never thought that if he had changed to a lighter and more convenient longsword, we would have become skewers on his sword blade long ago.
I don't know how long this difficult battle lasted, and finally, the life of Marquis Meneval was reduced to less than a quarter. At this time, I seemed to see the dawn of victory, and I felt that victory was in sight, but I didn't expect that until now, the difficult battle had just begun.
