Capítulo 61: A tough fight
Under Liam's lead the party was unrelenting. Reylar barely got two attacks in before losing another 600HP.
The boss yelled angrily, gathering the black liquid to shield himself.
"Scatter through the room guys! Everyone of you will be attacked by liquid puppets. Kill those close to you first.
Quickstep, see if you can kill through them quicker to take some pressure off others.
Cyclone, only throw a bomb if I say so!"
"Yes, sir!"
Liam rolled his eyes as Cyclone was just short of giving him a military salute.
A moment later the party was scattered throughout the room, looking at the wiggling black liquid with tense faces. Slowly, liquid puppets stood up.
But to everyone's surprise the puppets didn't automatically attack the person closest to them. Their target selection was random, sometimes forcing them to cross the entire room.
This gave the party members some time to deal with the incoming threats one by one.
Quickstep now understood Liam's instructions, attacking proactively and even killing puppets which didn't target her.
Suddenly the boss's skill wasn't scary anymore. Even Balm didn't find it difficult to kill the puppets, always focusing on the closest one.
A few seconds later the dozens of puppets had all vanished.
"Good job!"
The party couldn't help but celebrate. And this time Liam didn't stop them as they had a few seconds of rest while the whirlpool around Reylar grew towards the ceiling.
The room shook heavily, dust gliding from the ceiling.
"Come on guys! Gather around Reylar!"
Liam's voice barely reached his friends as they complied despite their doubts.
A moment later rocks fell from the ceiling, all of them far away from the boss, posing no danger.
The black whirlpool trembled, roaring angrily, sending chills down everyone's spine. It soon reached a peak.
But suddenly it deflated like an empty shell, with the liquid collapsing into a puddle below Reylar's feet.
"Attack!"
The party had no time to think as their leader urged them. Reylar was in a weakened state. No time could be wasted.
[-82!]
Liam watched his damage, doing calculations in his head. He urged everyone to use their skills.
Terrifyingly the boss lost almost two thousand HP.
"Wow, did we do this?"
Only Cyclone was still in the mood to joke despite the tense fight, something her friends appreciated about her.
But they had no time to comment as Reylar began moving again. The nephilim fletched his teeth angrily, hacking mindlessly with his spear.
Radiant Shield and Silver Blade knew what to expect. The male tank quickly blocked the weapon before taking a step back.
Immediately after, a black liquid was thrown from Reylar's hand, which Silver Blade blocked calmly.
[-18!] x4
Surprisingly the liquid still dealt damage through the tank's shield. But Liam hadn't said anything as Silver Blade was still the best candidate to tank it.
However, the others showed stronger surprise than Bleary Mirage expected, thus he quickly explained:
"Get used to it. In the future strong opponents will deal some damage despite your dodges or blocks."
"Got it."
The others nodded, keeping this advice in mind.
Meanwhile Reylar breathed heavily, his face increasingly grimacing.
He smashed his weapon against the floor, pushing the party back with a shockwave.
"Don't gather behind the rocks! Keep your eyes open and dodge! When you're confident, try to get attacks in!"
Liam quickly shouted commands as fire and ice began raining down on the party.
Meanwhile the veteran was next to Reylar again as if he had never left, swinging his sword.
Fire and ice crashed around him, but he evaded them with perfect movement.
The other warriors planned to approach the boss as well. Their eyes involuntarily fell on Liam, skipping a breath.
"Such… perfect movement…", mumbled Quickstep. Even as an experienced pro she had seldom seen such a performance. Especially without training it beforehand.
The others noticed something amiss as well. When they looked at Liam, they couldn't help but slow down as if in trance.
At the same time Liam was zoned in. He didn't pay attention to the party, his single-minded focus on Reylar.
Watching Bleary Mirage, some of the party members were too distracted, even getting hit by Reylar's skill. Only the high damage number woke them up, sending a chill down their spines.
Fortunate trembled faintly; her breath hot. She realized that this was a perfect moment for her video. Countless people might analyze and learn from those perfects movements.
Maybe I should blur Mirage's face? Let people guess who this mysterious pro is?
She couldn't hold back her grin as she imagined a bright future.
A few seconds later Reylar's skill ended. Liam came out of his zone, satisfied with his performance.
But when he looked at Reylar's HP, he frowned.
"Guys, why did you do so little damage? Didn't I tell you to attack while dodging?"
"Isn't this your fault?", mumbled Cyclone.
"What?!"
"Nothing! My bad!"
Liam shook his head.
"Whatever, just concentrate!"
While Liam was admonishing the group, he simultaneously approached the two tanks. Reylar growled, raising his spear and continuing to attack.
At this point the rotation started from the beginning. After Reylar circled through his two skills again, he was soon down to two thousand HP.
Meanwhile the party members were still rather healthy despite taking a few scratches from the liquid puppets. However, with health potions and heals this posed no danger.
"Keep it up!"
"He'll die soon!"
While the party members shouted encouragements, Reylar's body trembled.
"Why? Why persist? Why I'm I so weak?!
I refuse to accept this!"
The nephilim had wide open eyes, tumbling backwards. He held his head, his face contorted in pain.
At this moment Watchful Eye pointed towards the back of the room, where Refresnim's face was depicted:
"What is happening there?"
The others followed his finger, watching as the devilish face moved slowly, forming a grin.
Whispers in a twisted, ancient language began to spread in the room.
Despite knowing that it was the ancient langue of devils, even Liam wasn't able to understand the words.
However, Reylar was obviously affected.
"Power? Of course I want power!
I want to remind everyone of the nephilim's glory!
Take whatever you need!"
Reylar spoke with a crazy expression, his eyeballs rolling chaotically.
Suddenly the black color on his body came to life. It pressed against his white wing. As Reylar gave up resistance it soon gained the upper hand, devouring the white wing.
Reylar froze in place. For a moment silence fell onto the room.
But then a grin formed on Reylar's face, vicious and mocking.
"So, this is the power I have been longing for. Come, I will show you!"
Reylar's voice eerily echoed from the surrounding walls, sounding as if spoken in two languages at the same time.
Cyclone didn't hold back anymore and attacked once.
[-1!]
"Again?"
"No need to attack.", explained Liam. "We only need to hold on for one minute!"
"Got it."
Suddenly Reylar disappeared from his position.
"Watchful Eye! Careful!"
Fortunately, the vigilant bodyguard already began moving. Even without Liam's warning he noticed the black shadow next to him.
However, this wasn't all. More shadows appeared, beginning to attack the party at irregular intervals.
[Player Bloody Edge died.]
[Player Balm died.]
Radiant Shield was hit as well, losing a huge chunk of HP.
But at this point Liam wasn't worried anymore. After all it was enough if a single person survived. And he was still there!
Reylar pulled a few more tricks, throwing black liquid, raining down dark fire, putting pressure on the party. Even Quickstep miss stepped, dying as she was hit by the black liquid.
But the dense attacks stopped after one more minute.
The party members panted heavily as Reylar reappeared in the room's center.
He looked emaciated, the black color losing its luster. His face appeared weak and without energy, his skin wrinkly.
"Whyyy…"
Sadness escaped his throat, bundling in one mournful cry, echoing through heaven and hell, bemoaning the fate of all nephilim.
At this moment the devilish face behind him grinned, showing signs of separating from the wall.
"So, this is it. I have been tricked!
NO! How dare you play with me Refresnim?!"
Suddenly Reylar straightened his body. The black color was slowly being pushed back, giving him a half-holy half-dark appearance.
A cold, mocking whisper could be heard, which even the players understood:
"Are you breaking our contract?"
Reylar answered with a swing of his spear. Suddenly blinding, holy energy erupted. Stinging, it forced everyone to avert their eyes as it shot at Refresnim's face.
The black liquid all over the room receded, leaving Reylar's body. It surged towards the devil's face before disappearing together with him.
When the party members opened their eyes again, they only found Reylar dead on the floor, clad in a gorgeous white armor and with a pair of holy wings.
Cyclone looked at the boss with a puzzled expression:
"So, what happened?"
Liam gazed at Cyclone, speaking solemnly:
"You might see in the future. A devil's contract isn't so easily broken."
"That's not what I meant, dummy! I wondered if we got the first clear?"
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