Chapter 42: The Killer!
Once upon a time,
There lived a Killer.
Black as the devil,
And hot as hell.
Feisty as the fire,
And cold as Ice.
No, he wasn't the Devil,
But a man who's much worse.
He built the Chapel,
And sat atop Heads.
You can hide the story,
but you can't hide fear.
That's what Michel looked like in the eyes of those men, they were staring at him with wide eyes that were filled with terror!
"Get a grip! It will be all over if we give up now"
A certain brave man in the group cried out loud trying to smack them out of their fears!
But even that didn't help them much as the man himself was shaking in fright! Nevertheless, they stood their ground staring at Michel.
"You fools!"
It was the spooky voice of the flaming skull.
The attention of the men was drawn towards it as it continued speaking.
"It was already over when you decided to mess with him"
The moment they decided to mess with Michel was the moment their fates were sealed!
They should have at least tried to know about his capabilities before trying this mission head-on.
As if to imply that, Michel who was sitting atop the mana barrier jumped down.
He didn't have any weapon in his hand at the moment, but the black claws that were coming out of his hand were intimidating enough for them to not get anywhere near him.
The one who was fairly near to Michel brandished his sword and rushed toward him while shouting loudly.
"Arhh...."
In a matter of seconds, he was in front of Michel and tried to slash his neck with the help of a sword.
Michael dodged the sword by crouching down and extending his right hand.
His extended hand caught the swordsman's face as his claws dug deep through his head.
And with a massive amount of force, he slammed down his face towards the ground!
splash!
His head squashed out like it was a watermelon that was stuck under a truck's tire!
But this time, these men didn't stay Ideal, they were all rushing toward him as they got to know that if they won't do anything now then they can become Michel's next target.
And obviously, they don't want their head to become like squashed watermelon.
A man holding an axe was the next to attack Michel.
He swung his axe diagonally towards Michel.
Michel easily sidestepped dodging the axe and punched him in the stomach with his fist!
The man's insides were twisted apart and blood gushed out of his mouth, and he flew about 3m away from his initial position by the impact.
The axe in his hand flew away into the air as his grip on the axe became loose.
Michel jumped towards the axe and caught the axe that was in the midair and immediately used the axe to cut off the head of another person who was trying to attack him from behind!
The initial number of men who entered the dungeon to catch Michel was eighteen including the mage but now after the confrontation, only ten people are left alive!!
"Don't Leave even a single man alive"
The skeletons that were just standing idly till now started to rush toward the enemies after getting their master's command.
"<Blur>"
Pate casted a tier two skill <Blur> restricting all of their vision by creating a black mist!
The black mist spreads out and engulfed all of the men completely!
Amidst the fear of darkness and chaos, when they were trying to get out of that black mist desperately, white bones started to appear out of nowhere.
Slash, stab, cut, pierce.
The skeletons one-sidedly dominated the enemies with their numbers.
The cries of the men, the sound of rattling jaws of the skeletons, and the weird laugh of Pate.
That was all that was heard until the mist cleared up, it was after ten minutes or so.
The remaining eight men were all dead by the time the mist cleared up and all of Michel's skeletons were half dyed in red blood and were standing near the corpses ideally once again.
Only Wyatt and Pate trudged near him as all the skeletons just stood there blankly.
The black claws in his hand dissipated and Michel fell on his butt!
"phew....that was tough!"
He said while breathing roughly!
The shadow that was over his face until just a moment ago was completely gone and a smile had once again found its way to his face.
But it was an awfully displeasing sight for the eyes to see a man covered completely in blood looking at the ceiling and smiling blankly!
Actually, Michel was smiling while remembering the system notifications that notified him of the creation of skill when he used necrotic energy as claws.
ding!
[Your actions had led to the creation of a new skill]
[<Killer's claw>(rare) has been created]
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<Killer's claw>
The claws that were made with the intention to kill, and are worthy to be wielded by a ruthless killer! Will create five massive black claws of necrotic energy above the fingers, the size will change depending on the amount of necrotic energy used.
rating: Rare (can evolve)
effect: Will increase the damage dealt by 100% and will have a 10% chance to invoke the effect <stun>, all the attacks will unconditionally have the effect <Difficult to heal> cast on the target.
Necrotic usage - 50 per second
cooldown - 30 minutes
(Can not be used when wielding other weapons)
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[Evolving condition - Kill one hundred intelligent beings using the <Killer's claw>]
[Progress - 04 / 100]
he had managed to get a rare skill even in this type of situation and that too, not just a rare skill but one which can be evolved further!
There were only a handful of such skills that exist in the Tower, and to think he obtained such skill this early!!
"I sure was lucky"
He smiled saying that!
Looking over the corpses of men, he thought he needed to find out who was behind them.
But for now, everything was over, his body was already pushed to the limit.
He was already tired enough when he ran from them to the open space but he also had to fight here.
It was a wonder that he hadn't collapsed yet!
'I can finally rest now
And right when he thought that, it happened...
"Gara Gara Gara Gaggara Jarba"
He heard a voice, a high-pitched voice that sounded thin!
And the voice was not just heard in his surroundings, it resounded throughout the whole dungeon!
"Pira Nalkuri Netthara Parba"
He could say that it was the voice of an Oldman but seeing as that there was no one in his sight, his face hardened, and the smile was once again stripped off his face.
He was about to face the real threat!!
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