Chapter 794 - 805 Dead-Eye Tyrant
Their companions had seen from afar an eye demon battling with demons in the Great Abyss during a previous adventure. The monster appeared as a massive floating meatball in the air, with its frontal part dominated by an eyeball that occupied a third of its face, and several octopus-like tentacles protruding from its body, each ending in a smaller eyeball.
Lancelot did not recognize the monster before him, but his intuition told him it must have some connection with the eye demon. Indeed, this was the case: in some very rare instances, an eye demon, while sleeping, would send its consciousness to a corner far madder than its waking state, fantasizing about how it could continue to exist after death. Due to its powerful magic, once the eye demon reached a conclusion in this dream, its body would begin to transform—its flesh would wither and peel away, leaving only a skeletal body with a large eye socket, and its energy-filled eyeballs would turn into flickering ghostly flames.
Thus, a Dead-Eye Tyrant was born.
Unlike the ’summoned’ undead, the transformation of an eye demon into a Dead-Eye Tyrant was an active choice, similar to an Archmage opting to transform into a Lich to escape the shadow of death. This meant that they did not lose their pre-death consciousness or their magic abilities upon becoming undead creatures. If there were any differences, it was that having mastered the power of the undead made them far more dangerous and much harder to kill than before, for bones are much harder than flesh.
The only question was, why would such a powerful monster appear in this place?
Lancelot was curious about this, but the situation did not allow him further thought. The room’s exit was very narrow, and it was already too late to run away. The only option available was to fight.
Before the others had recovered from their shock, the human knight had already charged forward, swinging his longsword. The blade lit up with a dazzling Sword Aura, casting the whole room in a bluish-green light, and in the next instant, Frostslash heavily cleaved onto the massive skeletal monster, eliciting a shower of harsh sparks.
This was not a good sign. Sparks do not fly when a scythe cuts through wheat; they only appear when objects of similar hardness collide violently.
For most creatures, the skull is the hardest bone in the body, and for eye demons, even more so because it is the only bone they had. After transforming into a Dead-Eye Tyrant, their skulls became thicker and even harder. Lancelot felt as though he was chopping onto an iron anvil, and after the battle, he would definitely need to thank Barrend. If it had been an ordinary weapon, that hit might have broken the longsword completely, but Frostslash had only slightly deformed, a testament to the old dwarf’s exceptional craftsmanship.
However, although the strike only left a one-foot-long, half-inch-deep sword mark on the Dead-Eye Tyrant and fell far short of Lancelot’s expectations, it was still very painful for the monster. It let out a miserable scream, its entire body shaking violently like a bell struck by a hammer, while Lancelot, without a moment’s pause, swung his sword faster and faster, attacking with a frequency that surpassed human limits, not giving the creature any chance to counterattack.