Chapter 59
“Damn stupid Ralph! You and your goddamn Werewolf pranks!” cursed Dave and used [Stampede] and charged the first werewolf and sent it sliding to the side of the stairway. He cast and detonated Spectral Bomb further Staggering it and pushing it close to the edge.
“Arrow! Knock it into the abyss!” said Dave as he charged the other werewolves.
Lone used [Breaking Shot] which pushed the beast over the edge into the chasm. It plummeted, howling all the way down.
The three remaining werewolves roared, infuriated at the death of their fellow.
They charged Dave in a group.
[Rising Strike] was used and He became invulnerable for a heartbeat as the Skill moved him into a backward recovery.
The grouped monsters took Damage from the attack which only incensed them more.
The beasts growled at Dave in savage hatred and hunger.
“Damn you, Ralph!” He flashed back to all the times Ralph insisted on going to horror films, and the traumatic Halloween when he scared the out of him in a werewolf costume.
Ralph always used to have fun at Dave’s expense. Dave never got over his fear from Werewolves since he was a child. The fact was being proven right now.
The squad of Undead surrounded the three monsters, the werewolves were flinching away from the torches wary of the fire.
“They dislike Fire! Light more torches!” said Dave.
Lone Arrow threw torches to the undead that didn’t have already have them.
One of Dave’s ghouls, the tallest one, grabbed the torch.
The creatures moved back howling, fear in their eyes but their instincts inciting them to attack.
One of the Skeleton Caster’s didn’t grab a torch, but pointed his staff and shot a fireball at the monsters instead of the usual black bolt.
The fireball ignited the were’s fur and the monster became a rampaging mass of fire, screaming from the pain and attacking anything near it.
One of your underlings had found his path in magic.
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“Whoa! So you can learn skills!” Dave was ecstatic.“Very good! Light them up, Bones!” said Dave as he addressed the newly ‘evolved’ caster.
The caster almost looked proud as he began rapid firing at the werewolves with a barrage of fire attacks.
The new fire caster wasn’t dealing much damage, but the flames were enough to cause panic among the werewolves.
Moments later, the disorganized monsters began to die one after the other.
When they were all dead, Dave picked up the fangs they dropped and handed half of them to Lone Arrow.
Smiling at the loot gains, she asked “Was I imagining things, or were you really afraid?” “I was not!” Dave replied firmly.
“Oh right, the great Mr. Skeletal is afraid of nothing” she said with a giggle and moved down the stairs.
It took them awhile going down where they heard more werewolves, this group was larger. About three more.
Dave took even longer to get a grip and fight. Finally, they ended the undead monsters to the accompaniment of a few girlish screams that Dave swore came from one of his undead underlings.
After several more encounters with various kinds of werewolves, they found themselves at the bottom of the stairway. In front of them was a gargantuan door with hundreds of torches ensconced all around it. The door was still shadowed, the light from the torches still inadequate to illuminate it completely.
Wherever there was light, carvings depicting ancient and ferocious creatures were revealed.
Werewolves, dragons, sea-beasts, giant turtles and more.
Standing in front of the more than two hundred meters wide door was a werewolf, unlike the other previous werewolves they’d encountered.
It had silver fur and a great mane grew adorned its neck.
Its arms were as big as tree trunks, with boulder-sized shoulders and a cavernous chest.
It appeared more human than the other wolves, the bestial part less prominent.
But the blazing redness of its eyes were a sign that it had lost its sanity long ago.
Richar Silver-mane
(Boss-class)
Level 80
Hp: 25 000
Damage Nullification 1000
Magic Absorption 500
A stranded Beast of the Ancient Age. For thousands of years, Richar searched for the way back to his home until finally coming to the gateway, only to discover it was closed to him. Forever stranded, forever longing, a sad life…
“This is anti-climatic,” said Lone Arrow.
“Why’s that?”
“Well, the Boar from before was much higher level, this thing won’t even be worth filming.” Lone Arrow looked at the six-meter tall werewolf.
“Its lore is interesting. That door must protect some big secret,” said Dave moving closer trying to get a better look. There was a familiar shape among the carvings. Right at the corner was the carving of a building. A palace of bones…
Dave heard a shout from above.
“THERE!”
He turned looking up, and saw the light from two torches moving down the stairs toward his group…
It was Pain-Killer and Monsune..
“Shit… well turns out the ending won’t be anticlimactic after all! I hope you are happy now.” said Dave whipping his sword out and preparing his squad for a fight.