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Capítulo 222: Drauning

With the vampire dead, Michael turns his attention first to the Word Wall at the end of the room. He'd deal with the table filled with copied dragon script afterwards, but first he just had to confirm one thing. Was he Dragonborn?

He takes a deep breath and ignores Derflinger's whining for a moment before taking slow tentative steps towards the Word Wall. "Alright, let's see..."

He stops in front of the wall, eyes scanning for any indication of magical fuckery starting. Only for it to remain stagnant, lifeless. Despite the missed opportunity, Michael grins to himself, unable to stop from breaking into laughter as he covers his eyes with his hand.

"Hahahahahaha! Fucking yes!" he exclaims, stretching his arms out wide as if to emphasize his freedom. "Fuck you God! Fuck you fate! My life is mine!"

"Partner! What's gotten into that pea-brain of yours! Stop screaming like a lunatic and TURN AROUND!" Derflinger suddenly shouts, causing Michael to pause his celebration.

"Er, what?" he asks, slowly turning and paling slightly as from the tomb next to him, spies two eerie glowing blue eyes. "Ah..."

"Maybe you shouldn't be insulting higher beings you damned fool! You've jinxed us!" Derflinger angrily states just as the lid of the tomb explodes open, the heavy metal lid itself being kicked to the far end of the room by a black armoured leg.

"Oi, Partner! This thing looks scary as fuc-"

*SCRRRrrrrrrrr!*

A behemoth of a Draugr stands from its tomb, 9ft and completely covered in ancient ebony armour. It was wielding a huge ebony shield on one arm, and a dangerous-looking ebony axe in the other. The only visible part of its body was its glowing blue eyes through its helmet's eye-slits...

All in all, this thing looked scary as fuck...

"Why did you kill the vampire that was here earlier you undead peperami!" Michael shouts, while shooting an Ether Shock at it, which uselessly bounces off of its chest plate and collides against the nearby wall, digging small furrows into it from the force.

Unfortunately, the Draugr Deathlord didn't seem willing to be shouted at without getting its own back... "ZUN. HAAL. VIIK!" it screams in a slow tone as if it were having difficulties remembering the exact words to the shout.

The shout quickly hits Michael however, the speed and size of the effect make him unable to dodge it in time... Fortunately, it wasn't anything as lethal as say, Firebreath...

Instead, a force tugs on Derflinger HARD. Sending the sentient blade flying out of his hand. "PARTNEEEeeeeeeer!" the sword screams in terror as it's thrown to the other side of the large room, the Draugr charging Michael once it'd finished its shout.

Michael backs up and drops into a low stance that'd been drilled into him by Riki, drawing a dagger that he shifts into a reverse grip. "Oh, no, what do I do without Derflinger!" he sarcastically says as he uses Blink Strike just as the Draugr chops down at him with its axe.

He appears behind it and leaps onto its back, his dagger easily finding the slit of its helmet. He fiercely stabs the dagger into it, but frowns at the feedback. It'd felt like he'd tried to stab a blunt butter knife through dozens of overlayed leather belts...

The Draugr attempt to attack him with its axe, but its armour prevents it from reaching him, so Michael continues to stab into the helmet slit, his expression becoming steadily worse as sweat gathers on his brow. "Die, die, die, die, die!"

Finally, the Draugr seems to lose its patience and slams its back into the Word Wall, dazing Michael and causing him to drop his dagger.

"FOE. KRAH. DIIN!" the Draugr shouts, blasting a viciously cold wave of air at him, instantly causing frost to gather on his skin and clothes. Indeed, he couldn't even feel his finger, and when he glanced down, he noticed that they were black and frostbitten.

"F-fuck!" he exclaims, his breath leaving a cold white cloud. He casts Shadow Dance and drags his wrist over his teeth to draw blood, using it to cast Dark Pact. The Draugr slams its axe into the cloud, but barely misses Michael as he leans to the side, his Shadow Dance heal wasn't healing his frostbitten digits, but fortunately, Dark Pact wasn't useless in this regard.

He gathers up his strength casts Blink Strike again, his mana beginning to run low due to how many spells he'd been casting. He almost falls on to the Draugr's back as Dark Pact activates, causing a wave of acidic mist to envelope both him and the Draugr Deathlord, the undead creature growling in pain.

Michael Blinks away after the attack, towards the opposite side of the room where Derflinger and his still active Serpent Wards were located. They were too far out of range to be much help, but luckily, they'd be able to buy him some time to figure out how to kill this thing.

The Draugr takes a moment to notice his absence but quickly changes towards him once it notices the cloud of smoke that covered him. "Derflinger! Where the fuck are you!"

"O-Over here!"

Michael runs to the voice and almost stumbles over himself when he spots Derflinger buried up to the hilt in the wall around two meters off of the ground. "Don't just stand there and gawk at me! We need to move, Partner!" the sword shouts, bringing Michael out of his daze. He runs up and grabs the handle, using both feet against the wall to free Derflinger from it.

He falls to the floor with the sentient sword in hand, only to feel vibrations through the floor, signalling that the Deathlord was approaching. He'd try to turn invisible and escape if he could, but as he'd discovered earlier, the undead don't use their eyes to see!


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Capítulo 223: Raized

The Deathlord had literally just charged through the ten serpent wards without care, haphazardly swinging its axe and killing two serpents as their flame darts fizzle against its armour. It doesn't kill anymore however, as its complete focus was on Michael, and only Michael.

His Shadow Dance had worn off by now, leaving him standing there like a lemming as the undead monster charged him. "FUS!" it shouts, the single word shout almost knocking Michael off of his feet as it collides with him, but he casts Hex at it just in time to avoid the axe headed for his skull.

The Hex effect doesn't even last one second long, but the sudden transformation stops its swing and allows Michael to get in a quick attack. He stabs Derflinger at its eye-slit, but he hadn't recovered his balance enough yet to accurately strike it, causing his blade's tip to slide off of the side of the ebony helmet.

"SCRREEEAAA!"

*Clank!*

An ebony shield is slammed into his face, knocking a tooth out of his mouth as its axe comes down on his arm that was holding Derflinger, easily cutting it off, as if its axe were a mono-molecular blade cutting through cotton candy.

"AARGH!" Michael shouts as Derflinger clatters to the floor, his lost arm spurting liberal amounts of blood onto the Draugr and the floor. He grits his teeth and bites his tongue to maintain focus however, ducking under its shield and snaking his fingers into its eye-slit.

"SHOCK!"

*CRACKLE!*

"SHOCK!"

*CRAAACKLE!*

"SCRAAAAA!"

"SHOCK!"

The first spell only causes the creature to stumble backwards, the fire affinity of it dealing great amounts of damage to the frost attributed undead. But the second and third were like pickaxes mining through stone, burying deeper and deeper the more times he struck.

By now a fiery glow is being emitted from underneath its helmet, its desiccated flesh beginning to turn to ash under the heat produced by the concentrated spell. Michael's fingers weren't any better, becoming blacked and scorched charcoal the longer he kept them there... But the Deathlord wasn't quite dead yet, so he continued casting Ether Shock as his life truly did depend on it.

"Shock!"

"S-shock!"

"JUST DIE! SHOCK!"

"SCRA!?"

The Draugr gives one final confused growl before stiffening and falling backwards with a tremendous thud, Michael had been brought along for the ride as its mangled burnt fingers had melted to the inside of its helmet, causing him to fly through the air and onto the floor next to the undead creature.

"Ugggh..." he groans, exhaustion almost completely overtaking him as he looks down at his fingers, which had their flesh completely torn off, revealed blackened bone. Still though, he could feel the warm sensation of blood pooling from his severed arm, gritting his teeth hard enough to crack them, he raises his crippled arm to his stump and casts "Shock." one last time, searing it closed for now.

His vision becomes cloudy as darkness encroaches, unconsciousness overtaking him as he hears Derflinger's pleas to stay away. His last thought was on what Tiffania would think if he truly died here, as darkness took him.

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Hours later :

"OI! YOU BETTER WAKE UP, OR I'LL GNAW OFF WHATEVER'S LEFT OF THAT MANKY-LOOKING HAND OF YOURS!" Derflinger's frantic voice sounds out, waking Michael up from unconsciousness.

He groans as he lifts himself from the cold dungeon floor, wincing at the fact that he'd used his single remaining burnt hand to push him up. "Urgh, that doesn't look good." he murmurs, still not quite awake. Indeed, it looked as if someone had shoved his hand into a blast furnace for a couple seconds to see what'd happen.

"P-Partner! You're alive!"

"Shut up sword..." he grouses, bringing his wrist to his mouth and biting it to draw blood and cast Dark Pact.

*Thwoosh!*

The acidic mist quickly clears, revealing his new pink-looking arm and his fully healed digits. Still, he could feel phantom pains from having his fingers burnt and arm chopped, but they were fading fairly quickly. He stands and analyses the battlefield, his eyes drifting to the Draugr Deathlord corpse next to him. "Derflinger, you think we could get this armour repurposed for me?" he asks a grin splitting his lips as he imagined wading into battle like a badass black knight.

"Eh!? You really wanna wear that? This undead guy was buried in it, probably decomposed in it... It's probably welded to its skin at this point!... No! Just leave it so we can get back, the other's must be worried sick with us gone so long!"

...

"How long was I asleep?"

Derflinger clacks its jaw-thing, "No idea, but I'd say around eight hours if you slept as long as you usually do!... Oh, and that regrowing arm thing? Kinda gross up close..."

Michael shrugs, "I didn't go all Piccolo with it, so shut your trap... And Derflinger? That armour is mine." he says as he bends down and tries to remove the helmet, only for long strands of melted rotten skin to come away with it... Derflinger makes a gagging sound, and Michael was doing his best not to wretch at the sensation and sudden rotten smell.

"Er, I'll make sure to clean it up first... I'll probably have to get it remade too, you couldn't refit armour for a 9ft behemoth to make it usable for a guy just under 5.5ft...

"Still, its axe and shield can be used." he says as he tosses said weapons into his inventory.

"Bah, not even close to my quality... But they'll sell for a pretty sum... Now, can you place me somewhere where I can't see you debone the armour from the corpse? Please?"

Michael shrugs and picks up Derflinger before throwing it towards the Word Wall at the other end of the room, he then retrieves a dagger from his inventory and begins getting to work 'skinning' the armour from the corpse. Indeed, it's an incredibly gross, yet somehow labour-intensive task, especially since its leathery skin was as tough or tougher than the bark of most hardwood trees.


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