Chapter 411: Eighty-Ninth Floor, Demigod (4)
[Assist the Giant Resistance in creating a homeland for their people. Time remaining: 24 hours 3 minutes.]
Deruope’s roar signaled the start of battle.
As soon as it moved, the air itself changed. The pitch-black darkness now contained a stinging pressure, like needles pricking into flesh, choking off both mana and divine energy.
I had provoked the demon boldly, but not because I thought this fight would be easy. In truth, I wasn’t certain I would be victorious. Even so, I had pushed its buttons because I believed that rage would leave it vulnerable.
It isn’t fully sane.
Whether from ages of confinement or from learning of the Primordial God’s death, I didn’t know. Either way, it was far from stable.
In a fight between equals, even the most minor emotional instability led to impatience, and impatience could lead to openings.
If my provocation failed, so be it, but it was worth a try.
I twirled Lung Shark's Dagger once with a flick of my wrist.
The spare axe is worse than useless against this thing.
Even if I wasn’t as skilled with the dagger as the axe, I would have to rely solely on the dagger.
Tentacles lashed out from the darkness. Although the demon was small, the tentacles extending from it weren’t. Each one rivaled a spear.