Those bone spikes shot out from their arms towards the duo. Each of these projectiles had a sinew of thick muscle that were at the bottom that linked back to the limb itself. These incoming missiles were moving at a fast pace that went past the lobby and to the stairs in a single second. The Spartan had been ready to activate his divinity when he had spotted the mob down at the lobby, but even he wasn’t fully prepared for the speed of these attacks.

At that moment, the Crusader showed his worth. A blink and his associate was standing right in front of him with his long sword lashing out in all directions all at once, becoming nothing more than a blur. Each of these long bone spikes got deflected all at once and fell to the ground nonchalantly. The two got out of the first barrage and proceeded to rush down the stairs.

That wasn’t to say these monsters were letting them be. They retracted their projectiles as fast as they could. The spike rested back into their arms with relative ease, and they began to move to re-orientate themselves to defend against the incoming assault.

But the Crusader was faster. He blurred and seemingly teleported from the stairs to the lobby. The first monster in his path was felled as it turned into eight separate pieces, the second one had its head cut off, and the third and final one was pierced through the chest with his long sword.

Then whatever was powering his associate’s power began to run down as he slowed down significantly. He ripped the long sword out and then proceeded to block the incoming stab from the next monster that had rushed him. Though, the rest weren’t staying idle.

There were two more that were coming in to intercept the Crusader, but the Spartan rushed in to help his associate. His spear lashed out and tore out the throat of one of the approaching warriors, before launching a kick at the other. The other monster was knocked backwards and started to stagger back, only for him to stab and rip out its throat.

Then he was forced to go back up the stairs to avoid three missiles launched at him. He looked up to see three of the monsters that retracted the long spikes from behind their barricades and prepared to fire again. He grimaced before lifting his shield to defend against any incoming strikes and to hopefully reflect any of the missiles.

They fired. The projectiles slammed into the shield and knocked the Spartan down on his butt, but none of them penetrated through his defenses. He was slightly thrown off, but not disorientated. He was able to get back up and analyze the situation at this time.

Amazingly, the Crusader had overpowered that lance monster and was going on a rampage, taking down three more monsters. There were seven trying to overpower him at this by utilizing a combination of ranged strikes and melee assaults. They were being tactical with their advances as they dove in and out to distract him from taking on the monsters that were shooting at him. However, this was not successful as the man was able to defend against the incoming strikes and have the aggression to push continuously on the offense.

That left the other three to hyper-focus on the Spartan to keep him at bay and prevent him from defending his associate. That meant there were only ten bodies to turn into corpses, and already they had taken out a good amount without much trouble… if the eight they had killed had stayed dead.

The reason for his thought process was simple: none of the previously defeated enemies were turning to dust. All of them remained bodies on the ground and didn’t seem to be dissolving as this world’s logic had stated.

He took a look and knew immediately why this was the case. Those bodies were regenerating and getting back to normal without any problems, excluding the ones that were chopped up. No, those pieces were beginning to come together, and already the headless one had gotten its body back together.

That was concerning. What was even more was the incoming next barrage of trio shots. This time, instead of blocking these missiles, he simply moved out of the way by diving to the stairs and rolling to avoid any damage to his body.

As much as he wanted the chance to analyze the situation, that wasn’t going to happen if he was constantly under threat. Therefore, the best course of action now was to temporarily disable these opponents by killing them and then finding out how to stop their regeneration from going through. That was why he ripped out the throats of the regenerating bodies the moment he got to his feet, and why he rushed towards the three that were still trying to get the spikes back.

“Be cautious! None of our hits were lethal, they’re regenerating!” He warned the Crusader as he proceeded to stab into the nearest monster’s torso, ensuring that he was avoiding striking the metal armor piece. With that, he moved on to the next enemy who changed tactics to get ready to defend, though it couldn’t do much as it was tethered to the ground.

The lance came rushing for his body. His shield slammed into this strike and bounced the attack off, exposing the torso for striking. Once more he struck and this time, he pierced through the lower abdomen. The monster screeched with pain as it tried to use its lance to stab into him, but the Spartan did not worry. Rather, he merely ripped out the spear and stabbed numerous times into the enemy’s torso at a rapid pace.

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Then and only then did the monster go limp. He took the chance to dodge the next projectile that was shot his way by ducking, before countering by throwing his spear at the monster himself. The spear went flying through the air and then slammed into the helmet of the monster.

It didn’t penetrate. The weapon bounced off from the impact, leaving behind a decent sized dent in its helmet. The monster staggered from the strike, but it was still alive.

Not for long. The Spartan dashed forward, dodging and weaving out of the way of the barricades, before snatching his spear midair and plunging it right into the chest of this monster. Though, he wasn’t able to aim properly and thus slammed the spear right into the black fur cloak.

He had expected for his weapon to go through and pierce the enemy. What happened instead was that the black fur clothing seemed to take on a life of its own as it immediately entangled itself all around his weapon and held it in place. Akin to that of a net, he was now snared by this black fur cloak and was now an open target for this monster. The enemy seemed to realize this as it reared back its lance in an attempt to kill him here and now.

The monster was probably confident. That was why it never got the chance to see the Spartan rear back his arm and slam the shield into its neck with speed and precision. A loud crack could be heard as its neck shattered from the strike and the black fur cloak went limp, freeing his weapon once more. The monster started to fall, and he turned around to see the state of the previous corpses and the Crusader.

He didn’t know if his associate had heard his warning. What he did know was that the man was still moving and killing. By now, he had taken down an additional four and was moving onwards to the last three with his long sword in a rush to take them down here and now. His armor was stained with blood, and he had a vicious aura surrounding him, the clear signs of one that had once again delved into tunnel vision to purge the enemy.

Enough that he wasn’t able to notice the three in the first rampage getting back up. The trio had all regenerated perfectly, so much so that there weren’t any scars or damage left on their bodies. No, they were back to full health and alertness, which was clear as they were already aiming their spikes at the Crusader’s back, ready to kill him right then and there.

That wasn’t something the Spartan would allow. Granted, he was too far for him to do anything to defend his associate, but what he could do was simple.

“Watch your back!”

The Crusader got his warning in record time and with that, became a blur once more. He nearly vanished as he got in front of the three trying to shoot at him. They fired, he deflected, and all of their heads went flying once more.

The remaining four tried to fire at the Crusader but he was ultimately far too fast to even keep track of. One of those four got beheaded in a heartbeat and the other was bisected from the lower torso, but then he ran out of juice.

That was fine. He had given the Spartan enough time to rush in and do what was necessary to take on the remaining two. He dashed forward and stabbed in between the slit of the helmet right into the head of the enemy.

The spear went through and pierced within, destroying the skull and the brain completely. He made sure to do even more damage by twisting and turning the spear around, before ripping out his weapon and rushing towards the final monster.

The last one seemed to be absolutely lost on what to do. The Spartan rushing on the left and the Crusader incoming on the right, there was no way for it to defend effectively. Thus, it got itself ripped apart by the two who took the moment to get a good breath in, before scanning around the area.

What they found confirmed their worst suspicions. Already, several of the enemies were getting back up, completely healed up and ready to fight once more. They all aimed their spikes at the duo, ready to strike once more. The Spartan couldn’t help but scowl as he blocked the projectiles with his shield and tried to come up with a strategy to get the situation in the clear.

Killing them put these down temporarily. Cutting them up into pieces did nothing besides make the time to regenerate longer. They didn’t have long to get some rest, as these monsters recovered rather quickly. There didn’t seem to be any methods at this time to put them down permanently.

He had to figure out something. There were numerous options such as fire or water, but they had none of those available at this time. Though, there was something that he could hypothesize.

The story of Achilles that came from the Greek. The myth of a man that was invincible no matter what, except for his heel. One that could not be defeated under any circumstances until his only weakness was destroyed, and he was killed once and for all.

That meant these things had to have the same principle applied to them. They had to, they needed to. If the Gods themselves could be killed, then there was no way these things would be nigh unkillable. If that were to be the case, they would have marched onto the tower and tried to take over themselves.

They bled. They suffered. Therefore, there was a way to put them to rest for good. All they had to do was figure out what that was.

So, he got his spear ready and his associate got his sword prepared once more as the monsters began to regenerate and get ready for battle once more. There was no need to worry or be concerned. This would not end in tragedy, as all they needed to do was stall long enough to find that ultimate weakness.

He still had his divinity. His associate had enough to last for a while. They could do this easily.