Chapter 428: Ninety-First Floor, The Maze of Saboden (4)
[Exterminate all enemies. Time remaining: 11 hours 5 minutes.]
I had no choice but to advance while evading.
Unfurling my domain, I transformed into lightning and snaked circuitously as I flew toward the exit on the opposite side of the clearing. However, the farther I traveled through the air, the more strikes intercepted me. I ducked, tucked, whipped my arms about, and shifted my legs as I carved a path.
One by one, spatial rends flew beside my neck, in front of my face, over my wrist, beneath my shin, and to the right of my thigh. I bent and twisted constantly, narrowly slipping past each strike. I doubted even the bullet-hells I played in arcades could compare to this.
The pace alone makes it incomparable.
On top of that, the attacks weren’t just dots on a two-dimensional plane. Although some were basically like that, many were beams, with a few being flat sheets, not to mention that they existed in three-dimensional space.
Many strikes missed me by the width of a sheet of paper, if not less than that. However, dodging everything was impossible. Some losses had to be accepted.
Chunks of my armor vanished. The hairs along my arms and legs brushed against the spatial rends and disappeared. Unfortunately, a few attacks even struck me directly, and it felt as if my muscles and flesh were simply erased.
Fuck.
My shin stung the most, where a strike had sheared my flesh to the bone. The wound was shallow, but the stabbing pain cut through me despite my high-level Pain Resistance skill.
I couldn’t do anything about it, however. I just had to accept the pain. If I had dodged differently, the attack would have pierced my waist and knee instead. Even if I were injured, there was no stopping in the middle of the storm of blows.
I kept dodging, but my fine motor skills continuously degraded.