Bab 39: The Blood Spirit (Part 1)

A red-figure, an ethereal and impossible existence, an abomination of nature. Formed by the blood of a kobold, the Blood Spirit had four long arms, the front two of which were together, as if the aberration were praying, and the back arms pointed downward and dropped.

Without eyes, nose, or mouth, the Spirit's feature was unpalatable and abnormal. There was no longer any trace of the kobold's head because all of its skin had been torn off and the scales formed the crown that was on the monster's head now.

When Jean saw the creature above him, he did not react as he was startled. Soon after, he realized that the Spirit was not targeting him, but other people who were on the rooftops just above him.

Luke was still astonished at everything that had happened. The watery blood that came out barreled, turned into a kind of haunting and any attack was not affecting it, to make it worse, the spirit only turned solid when it attacked and then returned to its liquid state.

"Huf, huf... This is going to be a huge problem..." The half-wolf concluded, panting. Then he looked at the elf beside him, the girl was still staring in awe at the blood figure. "Can you keep up with me?"

Nathalia lingered a few moments, then realized that the questioning was for her. "Yes, I think so..."

It wasn't the first time Luke had seen her act like this, it was the same when she saw the Superior Goblins. Outside the Dungeon, Nathalia was losing all her confidence to fight monsters.

"No, you can't. Focus on helping the injured and stay out of the fight. I can fight him." Luke said, sounding impatient for the first time.

"Injured?!"

"In the wreckage of the wall. Have a focus."

The girl looked down and saw a woman in witch's clothing, slumped over and apparently unconscious. Next to her was a dark-skinned, yellow-eyed man, who was staring at the Blood Spirit.

Without complaint, the girl jumped down and landed next to Jean Pollo, who was startled by the noise of Nathalia's arrival.

"Are you hurt?" The Elf questioned him, serious and, at the same time, crestfallen for not having the strength to fight the monster.

"I'm N-not... Please focus on helping Lizz!" He shouted as he stood up.

The man was wearing high-class clothes: a burgundy social vest under a black shirt, with a striped tie, not to mention the pocket watch chain that was sticking out of his vest pocket.

He sure wasn't just anyone and Nathalia knew that, yet she decided to keep acting.

"Run and call for help from the guild and all the adventurers you can!" The girl gave the order.

"But... but, I can help!"

Tlimc! Tlimc! The jingles of Luke's curved sword strikes, which were trying to greedily wound the Spirit, were suppressed by the liquid. As all the attacks passed straight through, only the slight resistance of the water did not slow him down in any way.

Those watching from the outside saw only a few blurs and the creature, looking from side to side, lost.

"What are you people still doing here? Go get some help!" Luke shouted to Nathalia and Jean, who was still standing a few feet below the monster. "I'm getting his attention!"

The half-wolf did not stop attacking and gave the monster no rest, because it feared the next transformation, as occurred the first time.

"Do you still think you can help?" Nathalia questioned Jean with disdain.

The rich man knew that his strength and speed did not even compare to that of the man fighting the Spirit, yet as a public servant of the city of Vasconcelos, he felt obliged to help in the face of such a situation.

Before the man could respond, the Elf went over to Lizz, quickly analyzed her medical situation, concluded that it was not critical, and threw her over his shoulder.

"Come on, there are no excuses. Being here you will only get in the way!"

Using the 'Atlas Force' skill, Nathalia doubled her natural strength and began to run away.

Jean Pollo hesitated for a few seconds, however, she soon began to follow the girl carrying her friend.

'Now I can focus on strikes that might do some damage.' Luke thought.

Even though he was not the smart type of man, the half-wolf had strong survival instincts and that alone guaranteed some insights.

Immune to physical attacks, the Spirit was certainly weaker to magical attacks, the problem was that the only magical ability the half-wolf had, was the 'Normal Inventory' ability, as he had no idea how to use it and wouldn't like it either, he gave up before trying to use the magic.

"I don't have time to think about such nonsense now..." He whispered and brandished his sword forward, ready to deliver another useless attack.

Sharply perceiving what his antagonist's attack would look like, Spirit stood solid and raised his back arms.

Luke couldn't hold back his smile, because he could hardly believe that creature was so dumb.

"If you get solid, it will be easier to kill you," spoke the half-wolf, setting off on top of the creature.

His steps on the old, cracked tiles made almost no noise, and his running pose seemed naturally streamlined. With moderate momentum, Luke leaped to hit the monster, which was floating two and a half meters away.

Thuncr! The curved sword managed to successfully skewer the Spirit. Seizing the moment of success, Luke used a little more force to spin the creature in the air and threw the creature towards the ground.

The thunderous crash of that creature, whose body closely resembled a ruby, raised a curtain of smoke and destroyed the walls of the surrounding houses. Under the debris that its impact created, the creature rose again, and in the hole in its chest, created by the blow of Luke's sword, pointed crystals formed and filled it.

"That little shit is immortal?" Luke inquired, frustrated because the only way he knew how to hurt the creature, proved useless.

For the first time in his life, Luke felt that he would not be able to defeat a monster on his own. Although the Spirit had a relatively low aura compared to Luke's, the half-wolf did not feel he had the ability to be able to kill the creature.

Accustomed to following orders and executing other people's plans, Luke knew how to be an excellent task performer, but he is a terrible strategist.