Chapter 187.3
I was in a position where I would be caught in the middle of either the great sword Combat Skill or the spell poison, whichever I avoided, and I was forced to make a split-second decision.
Which was better? Either one would be equally bad. I was about to make a move towards Doehill, which would have created an opening after releasing a Combat Skill, when the roar of a beast echoed through the dungeon.
[Gaaaaaah!]
A jet-black shadow clad in the purple light of thunder. The beast, running like a storm, leapt into the middle of the storm of magic and combat skills, and blew away my body, which was in the center of the clash, with a body slam.
The impact hit me as if I had jumped off a castle wall more than a dozen meters high. But this… I knew who it was, but why?
I was quickly fixed my body in the air to absorb the impact with the soles of my feet, and after being launched almost 10 meters in the air, I landed next to the “beast” that had arrived at the expected spot I was supposed to be.
“…Nero.”
[Gah!]
As I muttered the name, the huge jet-black phantom beast, Nero, looked me in the eyes and slightly raised the corners of its mouth as if smiling.
Doehill’s brow wrinkled at the appearance of the Rank 5 or higher phantom beast, while Charlemagne’s eyes remained wide in alarm.