Chapter 803.: Round 2
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"Gah!" Dragos suddenly exclaimed when a sword pierced his lower back.
"Round 2 it is," Jonah agreed grimly. He had already managed to recover from the devastating wound just fine. When it came to regeneration, he was not far behind the psychopath cannibal.
The aura claw swiped at the swordsman, but this time Jonah made sure to evade flawlessly, leaving a deep wound on Dragos as he pulled away from him. Although he seemed to have recovered all damage, the wound still healed visibly slower.
While his attention was on the swordsman, a spear embedded itself into his shoulder. Monique frowned. She used
With a mere tough, he had been afflicted by a curse and a skill. What kind of skill was this, that it not only overcame his lv.7 Status Ailment Resistance but still bound him for two minutes!? Several more impact stacked the Curse of Burden to the point that even he, with almost 700 strength started feeling a tremendous weight on his shoulders.
The two golems also didn't stand on ceremony and tried their best to take off his legs. His skin was tough and his defense high, but since he couldn't move they started hacking pieces of his legs like they were felling trees. It would have been hard to endure, without . Then suddenly, all attacks stopped.
"!"
"!"
He heard the cries in the distance. He was suddenly encased in a water sphere that added more pressure to him, in addition to the Curse of Burden. As if the water pressing the air from his lungs wasn't enough, dark clouds formed above his head and dozens of lightning struck him and the sphere.
The electricity jerked his body and he feel his muscles and tendons ripping from his bones, while the water surrounding him became so had that he was being boiled alive. Without the shields, he cast in the last seconds and his various resistance skills, he might have actually died.
Nonetheless, it was the first time he got a peak at his own mortality. He was never before so clear about his own fear of death, as much as at this moment. It was at this moment, that he finally felled a decision he had been delaying for a long time.
…
When the lighting strikes finally ended and the water sphere was releasing, Dragos flopped to the ground, seemingly dead, but the party had gotten no death notification. Monique was about to throw an aura spear at him when Dragos suddenly started twitching and cramping as if he was still being shocked.
"AAAaaaaahhhrgg Aaahh, " he screamed out his lungs. It was the first time the party heard the psychopath scream out in pain. It looked like he was suffering terrifying pain in his last death throws. The party hesitated to get closer unsure what he was up to. When he finally fell silent they saw a round object roll from his hands.
Before they could get closer, things escalated. They watched in horror as the massive wound at his side closed. It did not regenerate anything, it simply stopped festering and grew new skin on the still-healthy flesh. One of his eyes had popped during the electric bath, the empty eye cavity was simply grown shut with skin.
Boiled tissue and dead skin slid off his bones like pudding skin, being replaced by fresh skin from neath but leaving the new places, for example, his head, bald. The result of the grotesque transformation was that the formerly almost handsome man was turned into an abomination that looked like a half-rotten undead covered in fresh skin.
They could only stare in horror as Dragos scrambled on his knees, staring at his hands and body as if he himself was in disbelief. Moments later the creature screamed in despair and anger.
"No, no, this can't be...This isn't what was supposed to happen... This shouldn't- I shouldn't! You! It's all your fault I turned into this kind of monster!" he screamed like a banshee. As he screamed, his whole body was covered in the same dark, murky aura that had previously only covered his crippled hands.
"You will pay for this!" he said and vanished.
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"Gah!" Dragos suddenly exclaimed when a sword pierced his lower back.
"Round 2 it is," Jonah agreed grimly. He had already managed to recover from the devastating wound just fine. When it came to regeneration, he was not far behind the psychopath cannibal.
The aura claw swiped at the swordsman, but this time Jonah made sure to evade flawlessly, leaving a deep wound on Dragos as he pulled away from him. Although he seemed to have recovered all damage, the wound still healed visibly slower.
While his attention was on the swordsman, a spear embedded itself into his shoulder. Monique frowned. She used
With a mere tough, he had been afflicted by a curse and a skill. What kind of skill was this, that it not only overcame his lv.7 Status Ailment Resistance but still bound him for two minutes!? Several more impact stacked the Curse of Burden to the point that even he, with almost 700 strength started feeling a tremendous weight on his shoulders.
The two golems also didn't stand on ceremony and tried their best to take off his legs. His skin was tough and his defense high, but since he couldn't move they started hacking pieces of his legs like they were felling trees. It would have been hard to endure, without . Then suddenly, all attacks stopped.
"!"
"!"
He heard the cries in the distance. He was suddenly encased in a water sphere that added more pressure to him, in addition to the Curse of Burden. As if the water pressing the air from his lungs wasn't enough, dark clouds formed above his head and dozens of lightning struck him and the sphere.
The electricity jerked his body and he feel his muscles and tendons ripping from his bones, while the water surrounding him became so had that he was being boiled alive. Without the shields, he cast in the last seconds and his various resistance skills, he might have actually died.
Nonetheless, it was the first time he got a peak at his own mortality. He was never before so clear about his own fear of death, as much as at this moment. It was at this moment, that he finally felled a decision he had been delaying for a long time.
…
When the lighting strikes finally ended and the water sphere was releasing, Dragos flopped to the ground, seemingly dead, but the party had gotten no death notification. Monique was about to throw an aura spear at him when Dragos suddenly started twitching and cramping as if he was still being shocked.
"AAAaaaaahhhrgg Aaahh, " he screamed out his lungs. It was the first time the party heard the psychopath scream out in pain. It looked like he was suffering terrifying pain in his last death throws. The party hesitated to get closer unsure what he was up to. When he finally fell silent they saw a round object roll from his hands.
Before they could get closer, things escalated. They watched in horror as the massive wound at his side closed. It did not regenerate anything, it simply stopped festering and grew new skin on the still-healthy flesh. One of his eyes had popped during the electric bath, the empty eye cavity was simply grown shut with skin.
Boiled tissue and dead skin slid off his bones like pudding skin, being replaced by fresh skin from neath but leaving the new places, for example, his head, bald. The result of the grotesque transformation was that the formerly almost handsome man was turned into an abomination that looked like a half-rotten undead covered in fresh skin.
They could only stare in horror as Dragos scrambled on his knees, staring at his hands and body as if he himself was in disbelief. Moments later the creature screamed in despair and anger.
"No, no, this can't be...This isn't what was supposed to happen... This shouldn't- I shouldn't! You! It's all your fault I turned into this kind of monster!" he screamed like a banshee. As he screamed, his whole body was covered in the same dark, murky aura that had previously only covered his crippled hands.
"You will pay for this!" he said and vanished.
"Gah!" Dragos suddenly exclaimed when a sword pierced his lower back."Round 2 it is," Jonah agreed grimly. He had already managed to recover from the devastating wound just fine. When it came to regeneration, he was not far behind the psychopath cannibal.The aura claw swiped at the swordsman, but this time Jonah made sure to evade flawlessly, leaving a deep wound on Dragos as he pulled away from him. Although he seemed to have recovered all damage, the wound still healed visibly slower.While his attention was on the swordsman, a spear embedded itself into his shoulder. Monique frowned. She used With a mere tough, he had been afflicted by a curse and a skill. What kind of skill was this, that it not only overcame his lv.7 Status Ailment Resistance but still bound him for two minutes!? Several more impact stacked the Curse of Burden to the point that even he, with almost 700 strength started feeling a tremendous weight on his shoulders.The two golems also didn't stand on ceremony and tried their best to take off his legs. His skin was tough and his defense high, but since he couldn't move they started hacking pieces of his legs like they were felling trees. It would have been hard to endure, without . Then suddenly, all attacks stopped."!""!"He heard the cries in the distance. He was suddenly encased in a water sphere that added more pressure to him, in addition to the Curse of Burden. As if the water pressing the air from his lungs wasn't enough, dark clouds formed above his head and dozens of lightning struck him and the sphere.The electricity jerked his body and he feel his muscles and tendons ripping from his bones, while the water surrounding him became so had that he was being boiled alive. Without the shields, he cast in the last seconds and his various resistance skills, he might have actually died.Nonetheless, it was the first time he got a peak at his own mortality. He was never before so clear about his own fear of death, as much as at this moment. It was at this moment, that he finally felled a decision he had been delaying for a long time.When the lighting strikes finally ended and the water sphere was releasing, Dragos flopped to the ground, seemingly dead, but the party had gotten no death notification. Monique was about to throw an aura spear at him when Dragos suddenly started twitching and cramping as if he was still being shocked."AAAaaaaahhhrgg Aaahh, " he screamed out his lungs. It was the first time the party heard the psychopath scream out in pain. It looked like he was suffering terrifying pain in his last death throws. The party hesitated to get closer unsure what he was up to. When he finally fell silent they saw a round object roll from his hands.Before they could get closer, things escalated. They watched in horror as the massive wound at his side closed. It did not regenerate anything, it simply stopped festering and grew new skin on the still-healthy flesh. One of his eyes had popped during the electric bath, the empty eye cavity was simply grown shut with skin.Boiled tissue and dead skin slid off his bones like pudding skin, being replaced by fresh skin from neath but leaving the new places, for example, his head, bald. The result of the grotesque transformation was that the formerly almost handsome man was turned into an abomination that looked like a half-rotten undead covered in fresh skin.They could only stare in horror as Dragos scrambled on his knees, staring at his hands and body as if he himself was in disbelief. Moments later the creature screamed in despair and anger."No, no, this can't be...This isn't what was supposed to happen... This shouldn't- I shouldn't! You! It's all your fault I turned into this kind of monster!" he screamed like a banshee. As he screamed, his whole body was covered in the same dark, murky aura that had previously only covered his crippled hands."You will pay for this!" he said and vanished.
