Chapter 165 : Watching the Battle
Chapter 165: Watching the Battle
At the very front stood a large man clad in heavy plate armor, holding up a tower shield engraved with defensive runes, enduring the sludge monster’s acid spray like an immovable reef.
Behind him, a slender male swordsman used agile footwork to constantly create wounds along the monster’s flanks. The longsword in his hand was entirely silver-white, wrapped in visible holy battle aura. Every strike he delivered caused the sludge to emit sizzling white smoke.
At the backline stood two magic-type classes.
A female mage in a fiery red robe was raising her staff and chanting spells, hurling head-sized explosive fireballs into the monster’s mouth as if they cost nothing.
And at the very rear, a young girl in a pure white priest robe continuously cast healing spells and buff effects. That sacred radiance looked completely out of place in this gloomy swamp.
“This setup… this equipment…”
Lilia narrowed her eyes, the sense of dissonance in her heart growing stronger.
“A bunch of rich second-generation kids, running into a godforsaken forbidden zone like this…”
She licked her somewhat dry lips, and in her mind, she couldn’t help but recall that “former Hero,” Garrod, who had been smashed into pulp by Hera with a single slap.
That hypocrite had been exactly the same.
Full of righteous words and holy light, yet secretly doing nothing but despicable deeds.
“For justice! This monster can’t hold on much longer! Push harder and purify it!”
The silver-armored swordsman suddenly shouted, his voice full of vigor. Even in this muddy swamp, he maintained that nauseating sense of superiority and flair for performance.
Immediately after, he gripped his sword with both hands, his battle aura erupting. His entire body turned into a streak of silver light as he leapt high into the air.
“Holy Strike!”
A massive phantom of a light sword descended from the sky, slamming heavily onto the sludge monster’s head.
“ROAR—!!!”
The sludge monster let out a miserable shriek. Its enormous body was forcibly split into two halves by the attack, black filthy blood spraying everywhere like a fountain.
Although it hadn’t completely died, it was clearly heavily wounded, writhing frantically as it tried to regenerate.
“Not bad, that’s got some power.”
Lilia lay behind a rock, silently giving the move a thumbs-up in her heart.
Annoying personality aside, that combat power was undeniable. If that strike had landed on ordinary demon soldiers, it would probably have wiped out a whole group instantly.
“So that’s it… they won?”
Lilia looked at the silver-armored swordsman in the distance, who was still maintaining his finishing pose and even flamboyantly flicked his sword, her lips twitching.
That was way too cooperative.
This kind of “villain dies from talking too much” and “hero wins through posing” script was indeed very standard.
The silver-armored swordsman was clearly very satisfied with his attack.
He slowly sheathed his sword—though the muddy sheath made him miss the opening twice, it didn’t stop him from announcing victory to his teammates in a magnetic voice:
“Evil shall ultimately be purified! Thanks to the guidance of the light, we—”
“Gluuup.”
An extremely out-of-place muffled sound interrupted his victory speech.
It was the sound of mud churning.
Like a thick pot of black sesame paste suddenly bubbling up with a massive burst.
Lilia’s pupils shrank sharply.
Her Absolute Senses had detected the danger before the swordsman, who was still striking a pose.
The sludge monster that had been split in two was not dead. The scattered chunks of muck across the swamp were writhing and gathering at an insane speed.
The parts that had been scorched by holy battle aura were simply discarded, replaced by even darker and more foul-smelling fresh sludge.
“Idiot.”
Lilia cursed in her heart—but of course, she didn’t shout it out loud.
After all, watching a show required proper discipline.
Unfortunately, the silver-armored swordsman clearly lacked such awareness.
By the time he sensed the foul gust of wind from behind, it was already too late.
The monster that had seemed limp like mud suddenly acted like a spring compressed to its limit. Its two arms, formed from countless rotting corpses and bones, expanded more than threefold in an instant!
“BOOM—!!!”
A dull, extremely heavy impact resounded.
Like a flyswatter slamming onto an unsuspecting fly.
The silver-armored swordsman, along with the large shield warrior beside him who tried to come to his rescue, didn’t even have time to scream. Their bodies were sent flying like two golf balls, streaking through the air with a piercing whistle, disappearing into the depths of the mist like meteors.
Only the lingering, bone-crunching sounds in the air testified to the terrifying force of that strike.
Dead silence filled the battlefield.
This monster’s intelligence… was something else.
Now, only the two fragile magic-type girls remained in the swamp’s center.
The red-robed female mage and the white-robed young priestess, who had just been preparing to celebrate victory, now had expressions uglier than if they had eaten flies.
Stunned. Shocked. Then rapidly drained of color as endless fear swallowed them whole.
“ROAR—!!!”
Having succeeded with one strike, the sludge monster let out an excited roar.
Its massive body swelled again, countless tentacles thrashing wildly like an octopus, sealing off every possible escape route.
That enormous mouth occupying half its body opened wide, revealing layers of teeth like a meat grinder, along with corrosive acid still dripping inside.
“Run… run…”