My Servant System-Chapter 1330 - 1329: Onslaught (4)

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"Okay, all of you can calm down now..."

My mutter fell on deaf ears as the various monsters surged forwards once more, this second wave appearing to be just as irritatingly complete as the last one had been; my muscles had begun to ache and I was starting to wonder if the curve had actually been exponential.

This was a far more dangerous and terrifying set of enemies then I had dealt with in round five, and with this being the halfway point of this solo Trial, well... what kind of insane monsters would be on rounds nine through twelve?

Right now I was facing off against strong and fast Werewolves, slower but tanky as hell tortoise shelled golems, very vocal and eager Harpies, and so much more, all in a single wave of nearly two and a half dozen monsters total.

The rewards had really been ramping up though, so this was probably going to be very worth the risk it involved in fighting them, so as the first Werewolf leapt through the air and tried to swipe its gigantic paw at me, I spun to the side and slashed my Falacata at its ribs.

Before I could land a followup blow to further weaken its torso - or maybe even kill it here and now - one of the Harpies let out an indignant screech before swooping on in, its feathers glistening thanks to the sun as it shot out a dozen of them in rapid succession.

All of them flew through the air and thudded into the sand nearby, sinking deep thanks to their elongated quills and promising me a world of pain and agony if they hit their mark; forced to dance away from the projectiles, I had to let the Werewolf go and watch as it slunk towards the back, growling and leering at me as it tended to its wound.

The larger problem with these sorts of monsters was that they were all smart enough to know how to cast spells, specifically spells that helped them move faster, hit harder, and worst of all spells that healed their wounds or slowed down their bleeding.

They were becoming far more tedious to fight against, and that only meant that I had to apply myself more and more lest they catch me off guard and land an attack that put me out of commission; whether or not me dying here meant real death or just being sent out of the Trial, it was still something I wanted to avoid. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Especially since I had no answer to what happened if I died in this Trial... and I wasn't keen to find out anytime soon.

Throwing myself backwards, I rolled away from a Werewolf's hopeful lunge and found myself face to face with one of those tortoise golem things, its blank face looking down at me before it raised a leg and prepared to stomp on my skull.

Slamming my War Pick into its ankle, I toppled the golem and rolled away again, getting back onto my feet and lunging to meet the Werewolf as I used it as a shield from the Harpies, who all glowered at me from above.

Some still sent out a barrage of feathers or Wind Spells, but most of them were waiting for me to slip up and open myself to their attacks again, meaning I was able to stab my ice clad Falcata into the stomach of this Werewolf and earn my first kill for the wave.

Listening to the thunks of the feathers impacting its back, I oriented myself better and pushed the monster backwards, moving with it and approaching more of them as I continued to use them as cover from their ranged support.

With a firm kick I sent the Werewolf stumbling back into its friends, who just bat it down to the ground and rushed over it to swarm me, unaware of the spell being brought to life as I muttered a few words beneath my breath.

There were many of them, but now that I had the opportunity to I was going out of my way to make use of my magic, shrouding myself in a thick, frigid gale of wind while sending out dozens of small ice shurikens to meet those Werewolves in the midst of their leaps.

Cuts and scrapes didn't seem to bother them at first, but as the frost began to spread across their fur they immediately slowed down, whimpering and staring at me in confused anger as they tried to understand why they were slowly becoming immobilized.

Not giving them the time to think about it, I sent out some larger, more dangerous arrows to finish them off, blowing off chunks of their flesh and leaving gaping holes in their bodies as I tore them apart with projectiles.

The Harpies above managed to dart around to avoid them, but a few were unlucky enough to get their wings clipped by my arrows, bringing them down to the ground where they were practically useless; a simple increase to my Wind Cloak kept their feathers at bay, but it drained a lot of mana from my Core.

But I needed to finish this fast anyways, so I gave myself another boost and began to rush around, slitting throats and caving in skulls as I killed and killed whatever was on the ground, leaving the Harpies in the air for now and instead freeing up my space.

The moment everything down here was taken care of I shifted the Wind Cloak into a storm of projectiles that sliced through the Harpies like butter, cutting them into pieces and leaving me alone on a blood soaked battlefield...

For but a few moments, since the next wave was beginning to claw their way out of the sands once more, but it was just what I wanted as I readied myself yet again, squeezing the handles of my weapons and dragging in a deep breath as I absorbed as much mana as I could from the air around me.