The battle intensified within the vast kitchen as the clash of steel and bone reverberated through the room. Zealot's movements were a blur of precision and power as he faced off against the kobold soldiers, their numbers dwindling under his relentless assault. Meanwhile, the Skeleton Bronze Warrior engaged the Kobold General in a heated duel, its metallic form gleaming with determination.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
“Die, you foolish skeletal minion!!!” The Kobold General swung his massive war axe with ferocious strength, each strike carrying the weight of his rage. However, the Skeleton Bronze Warrior's agility and resilience allowed it to deflect the blows with ease, countering with swift, calculated strikes that targeted the Kobold General's weak points.
[You have slain a Kobold Soldier!]
[You have slain a Kobold Soldier!]
[You have slain a Kobold Soldier!]
"Hahaha! Your meal is the least of your worries now, Kobold General!" Zealot taunted as he dispatched another kobold soldier, his voice filled with confidence. "You and your soldiers are no match for us!"
The Kobold General's eyes blazed with fury as he roared, "You may have defeated my soldiers, but you will not beat me!"
With a surge of energy, the 20-foot-tall giant Kobold General unleashed a powerful attack, his colossal war axe descending towards the Skeleton Bronze Warrior with devastating force. The Skeleton Bronze Warrior parried the blow, the impact resonating through the kitchen as it countered with a flurry of strikes.
HORIZONTAL SLASH! VERTICAL SLASH! DIAGONAL SLASH!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The Skeleton Bronze Warrior's attacks were relentless, each strike aimed at exploiting the gaps in the Kobold General's armor. Despite the Kobold General's formidable strength, he struggled to keep up with the relentless onslaught, his defenses gradually weakening under the Skeleton Bronze Warrior's precise blows.
Zealot, meanwhile, continued to fend off the remaining kobold soldiers, his movements fluid and deadly as he weaved through their ranks. With each defeated kobold soldier, his confidence grew, knowing that victory was near.
"Bony, focus on his left and right flanks! That's where he's most vulnerable!" Zealot commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos.
The Skeleton Bronze Warrior nodded in acknowledgment, its empty eye sockets gleaming with determination as it adjusted its tactics. With renewed vigor, it launched a relentless assault on the Kobold General's left and right sides, exploiting the weaknesses with calculated efficiency.
WHOOSH!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The Kobold General's movements grew increasingly desperate as he struggled to defend against the onslaught. Despite his best efforts, the relentless attacks of the Skeleton Bronze Warrior proved too much to withstand.
"Die, you cursed skeleton!!!" the Kobold General roared, his voice filled with desperation as he swung his giant war axe with all his might.
DODGED!
The Skeleton Bronze Warrior dodged the blow with ease, its metallic form gliding across the kitchen floor as it prepared to deliver the final strike. With a swift and calculated motion, it brought down its blade, piercing through the Kobold General's defenses and delivering a fatal blow.
“Aaaaaaaaaaarrrghhh—!!!” The Kobold General let out a guttural cry of agony as his massive form crumpled to the ground, defeated at last.
THUD!
[You have defeated the Kobold General!]
[Leveled Up!]
[Level: 53 >> 54]
Zealot's voice rang out with triumph as he surveyed the fallen foe. "Excellent work, bony! Another victory for us!"
The Skeleton Bronze Warrior nodded in acknowledgment, its metallic form gleaming in the bright sunlight as it stood victorious amidst the fallen kobold forces.
[Skeleton’s Progression: 56% >> 71%]
"71%?! Damn, bony! You're almost ready for your next evolution," Zealot exclaimed, excitement evident in his voice.
The Skeleton Bronze Warrior responded with a thumbs up, its bony hand forming the gesture with a satisfying metallic clank.
As the echoes of battle faded into silence, Zealot took a moment to catch his breath, the exhilaration of victory coursing through his veins.
"Very well, let us proceed to the final challenge," Zealot declared, his voice filled with determination. "The Kobold King awaits, and we shall bring an end to his reign."
With his skeletal minion by his side, Zealot pressed on, delving deeper into the palace. They navigated through the corridors, grand halls, and gardens, the air growing heavier with each step as they approached the heart of the stronghold: the colossal throne room. Along the way, they encountered more kobold soldiers, but these foes were quickly dispatched by the relentless Skeleton Bronze Warrior.
HORIZONTAL SLASH! VERTICAL SLASH! DIAGONAL SLASH!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
[Skeleton’s Progression: 71% >> 72%]
Eventually, the massive doors to the throne room loomed before them, intricately carved with ancient symbols and adorned with the imagery of past battles. Zealot took a deep breath, his resolve unwavering.
"Ready, bony?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the doors.
The Skeleton Bronze Warrior nodded, its empty eye sockets glowing with anticipation.
"Then let's finish this," Zealot said, pushing open the gigantic doors to the throne room, where the ultimate confrontation with the Kobold King awaited.
As the doors creaked open, revealing the grandeur of the throne room, a sense of anticipation hung heavy in the air. The chamber was bathed in brilliant sunlight streaming through the towering windows, casting long shadows across the ornate tapestries and imposing pillars that lined the room. The golden rays danced off the polished marble floor, adding an air of majesty to the scene.
At the far end of the chamber, seated upon a throne of gold and obsidian, sat the formidable figure of the 45-foot-tall colossal Kobold King. His scaled form was adorned with intricate armor, and his eyes gleamed with a mixture of arrogance and malice as he surveyed the intruders who dared to challenge his rule.
[Name: Kobold King]
[Level: 60]
"So you've finally arrived, adventurer," the Kobold King's voice echoed through the chamber, his tone dripping with disdain. "I must admit, I did not expect such tenacity from a mere demon mortal."
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Zealot stepped forward, his gaze steady as he faced the Kobold King. "Your rule ends here, Kobold King," he declared, his voice unwavering.
The Kobold King chuckled darkly, his laughter reverberating off the stone walls of the throne room. "You are bold, adventurer, I'll give you that. But you are no match for the might of my domain."
With a flick of his wrist, the Kobold King signaled to his fourteen 20-foot-tall giant loyal Kobold Royal Knights, who emerged from the shadows, armed and ready for battle. The chamber erupted into chaos as the kobold royal knights surged forward, their weapons glinting in the sunlight streaming through the windows as they advanced upon Zealot and his skeletal companion.
[Name: Kobold Royal Knight]
[Level: 50 - 55]
The strength of the Kobold Royal Knights was nearly equal to that of the Kobold General. With fourteen of them, plus the Kobold King, it seemed Zealot and his bony companion were in deep trouble.
Zealot's heart sank as he assessed the formidable foes before him. The towering kobold royal knights loomed over them, their sheer size and strength posing a significant threat.
BAAM!!!
Suddenly, the colossal door of the throne room behind them slammed shut, sealing their fate within the chamber and extinguishing any hope of escape. The sound reverberated through the room, echoing their dire situation.
Zealot's mind raced as he realized the gravity of their predicament. Trapped with overwhelming odds stacked against them, they faced an uphill battle like never before. But Zealot refused to succumb to despair. With determination burning in his veins, he knew they had no choice but to fight with every ounce of strength they possessed.
"We're cornered, bony," Zealot said, his voice steady despite the urgency of their situation. "But we won't go down without a fight. Prepare yourself!"
The Skeleton Bronze Warrior nodded, its empty eye sockets glowing with resolve. It understood the gravity of the situation and stood ready to defend its master to the end.
Despite the disadvantage, Zealot had a few trump cards up his sleeve that he could use to neutralize the situation or perhaps even turn the tables. He had always known that defeating a boss monster would be challenging, especially considering that most adventurers who raided dungeons did so in groups or parties rather than solo. However, Zealot was unwilling to share the EXP; he desired it all for himself. This desire was the sole reason why he preferred solo.
EYES OF TRUTH!
CURSE OF DIARRHEA!
Upon unleashing his potent Diarrhea skill, a sudden wave of extreme discomfort surged through the fourteen Royal Kobold Knights and the Kobold King. This discomfort not only slowed their movements to a crawl but also shattered their concentration, leaving them vulnerable and disoriented in the midst of battle.
Observing their discomfort, Zealot felt a sense of satisfaction. It was becoming increasingly evident that the skill [Curse of Diarrhea] could be considered a formidable form of crowd control skill, as it effectively hindered the movement and concentration of his foes.
The pressing sensation of needing to use the bathroom hindered both the kobold knights and the Kobold Kings, rendering them incapable of unleashing their full combat potential. Instead, they found themselves restricted to operating at only three-quarters of their total battle prowess. Indeed, it proved challenging to maintain a 100% focus amidst the discomfort of diarrhea coursing through their bodies 24/7.
Amidst the chaos of battle, their voices rang out in pained groans and desperate pleas for relief.
"My stomach…! It churns like a stormy sea!" one of the Kobold Royal Knights exclaimed, doubling over in agony as he clutched his abdomen.
"Ah, I-I can't focus…! The discomfort…! It's unbearable!" another knight cried out, his voice trembling with distress as he struggled to maintain his stance.
"Curse you, intruder! What foul black magic is this?!" the Kobold King roared, his regal demeanor crumbling as he too succumbed to the discomfort of Zealot's curse.
Despite their best efforts to maintain their composure, the Kobold Royal Knights and their King found themselves at a severe disadvantage, their movements sluggish and their attacks lacking in precision. Zealot seized the opportunity, pressing the advantage as he and his skeletal companion launched a relentless assault against their weakened foes.
HORIZONTAL SLASH! VERTICAL SLASH! DIAGONAL SLASH!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
PUNCH! KICK! HEADBUTT!
With each passing moment, the effects of Diarrhea only intensified, further hindering the kobolds' ability to fight effectively. Their once-imposing presence was reduced to a pitiful struggle as they grappled with the overwhelming discomfort coursing through their bodies.
"Enough of this madness! We must end this quickly!" the Kobold King bellowed, his voice strained with effort as he attempted to rally his forces.
Having no choice and despite the embarrassment, the kobold royal knights and the Kobold King decided to poop on their pants. They simply didn't care anymore; their primary focus was getting things done quickly so they could promptly finish relieving themselves further in the bathroom.
“You think shitting on yourselves would make you feel a little better?! Very well, let’s reset and start everything over again. Hahaha!” Zealot laughed as he activated his Diarrhea skill once more.
CURSE OF DIARRHEA!
The Kobold King and his royal knights were once again engulfed by the uncomfortable sensation of diarrhea, their movements further hindered by the relentless curse. Despite their attempts to fight through the discomfort, their resolve began to waver as they struggled to maintain their composure amidst the chaos of battle.
As the effects of the curse took hold once more, the Kobold King's regal demeanor faltered, replaced by a look of sheer desperation.
"My stomach…! It churns like a cauldron of molten lava this time!" he exclaimed, clutching his abdomen in agony.
Beside him, one of the kobold royal knights doubled over, her face twisted in pain. "I-I can't... I can't hold it anymore!" she gasped, her voice trembling with distress.
The remaining knights exchanged panicked glances, their once-unshakable resolve crumbling in the face of the relentless curse.
"Curse this foul magic! Endure... we must endure!" one of them gritted through clenched teeth, though his voice betrayed the strain of his efforts.
Without wasting any moment, Zealot seized the opportunity, pressing the advantage as he and his skeletal companion launched another relentless assault against their weakened foes. With each strike, the Kobold King and his royal knights faltered, their attacks growing increasingly erratic as they grappled with the overwhelming discomfort coursing through their bodies.
HORIZONTAL SLASH! VERTICAL SLASH! DIAGONAL SLASH!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
PUNCH! KICK! HEADBUTT!
"Hahaha! What happened to the confidence from earlier?!” Zealot taunted, his laughter echoing through the grand throne room amidst the chaos of battle.
Realizing that they were fighting a losing battle, the Kobold King made a desperate gambit. With a commanding gesture, he signaled to his remaining loyal knights, directing them to focus their attacks on Zealot in a last-ditch effort to turn the tide of battle.
"Ignore the Skeleton Warrior and attack that demon! Take him down!" the Kobold King commanded, his voice filled with desperation as he sought to regain control of the situation.
The Kobold Royal Knights, their movements sluggish and their morale faltering, obeyed their leader's orders, launching a coordinated assault on Zealot with what little strength they had left. But Zealot was prepared, his reflexes sharp as he deftly evaded their attacks and countered with precision strikes of his own.
"For our King! Kill him!" The Kobold Royal Knights shouted in unison, pushing through the pain, their voices echoing with fierce determination despite their weakened state.
With each blow, the Kobold Royal Knights faltered, their defenses crumbling under Zealot's relentless assault. Despite their best efforts, they found themselves unable to overcome the combined might of Zealot and his skeletal companion.
They couldn’t understand why Zealot was so skilled at dodging; it was almost as if Zealot knew in advance where they were going to attack. Naturally, this was possible due to his mind-reading ability, which allowed him to stay one step ahead.
As the battle reached its climax, Zealot's heart raced with excitement. Victory was within their grasp, but they knew they would have to push themselves to the limit just a little more to overcome the formidable Kobold King and his loyal knights.
"Stay focused, bony! We're almost there!" Zealot shouted, his voice filled with determination as he urged his skeletal minion onward.
The Skeleton Bronze Warrior, ever obedient, adjusted its tactics accordingly, its attacks becoming more frenzied as it fended off the remaining Kobold Royal Knights. Despite their best efforts, the knights found themselves unable to break through the bony warrior's defenses, their attacks repelled with swift efficiency.
"Hahaha! It's futile! Just give it up!" Zealot's laughter boomed through the chaos, echoing off the walls of the grand throne room. "You may have the numbers, but you lack the strength to defeat us!"
With each passing moment, Zealot's confidence grew, buoyed by the unwavering resolve of his skeletal companion. Victory was on the brink, and nothing could hinder their advance.
As the battle raged on, the Kobold King and his remaining loyal knights found themselves overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of Zealot and his skeletal companion. Their movements grew sluggish, their attacks increasingly desperate as they struggled to fend off the relentless assault.
"We... we can't hold them off any longer!" one of the knights admitted, his voice heavy with defeat as he struggled to rise to his feet, only to falter once more.
"No... we can't give up now!" Another knight's voice wavered with desperation as he attempted to rally his remaining comrades, though his words lacked conviction.
“It’s too late! We've... we've lost!” chimed in another, his voice resigned to the inevitable defeat.
Every minute passed, and one by one, the kobold royal knights met their ends. Finally, with one decisive blow, the Skeleton Bronze Warrior delivered the finishing stroke to the Kobold King, sending him crashing to the ground in defeat.
THUD!
"Y-You... you monster—!" The Kobold King's final words echoed with rage and despair before he met his demise.
[You have defeated the Kobold King and his Royal Knights!]
[Dungeon Raid Completed!]
[Leveled Up!]
[Level: 54 >> 56]
[Skeleton’s Progression: 72% >> 93%]