1214 Traitor Goddess Marli Is Back
With a flick of his wrist, Silvaris conjured a large bowl from the ground while simultaneously opening a swirling portal on the other side of the room.
"Fill this bowl with enough of their blood, and the cure will appear," Silvaris instructed, gesturing towards Michael and Gaya. "For those who wish to bypass this delightful challenge and proceed to the next level, that portal is your way forward. But where's the fun in that?"
He then let out a laugh, adding, "In this level, you two," pointing at Michael and Gaya, "are the dungeon bosses."
The adventurers' anger boiled over at Silvaris's announcement, their frustrations vocalized in a flurry of heated dialogue.
"This is some messed up shit!"
"We're being played like pawns in this damn game!"
"That bastard Silvaris is enjoying every bit of this!"
"We either bleed them or get stuck with this death mark... What kind of sick choice is that?"
As the adventurers voiced their anger and desperation, Silvaris continued to laugh, thoroughly entertained by the turmoil he had created. "Good luck," he said with a wicked grin before disappearing, leaving the adventurers to grapple with their grim choices.
"What's stopping us from just walking into that portal, huh?" Gaya just laughed, unfazed by the situation.
Her comment was met with fear and shock from some of the weaker adventurers. "You can't just do that!" one of them exclaimed.
Speaking calmly amidst the chaos, Michael pointed out, "How could Silvaris have a cure when he couldn't have predicted Shar's death? This smells like another one of his traps."
Despite his logical reasoning, the adventurers were too desperate to consider his words. They were convinced he was trying to deceive them again.
"He's lying! They just want to escape!"
"They're tricking us again, don't listen to them!"
At that moment, the room was a filled with accusations and paranoia. Amidst this, Elrion stepped forward, his demeanor firm and resolute. "Enough," he said, addressing Michael and Gaya. "Bleed into the bowl and let's end this. We get the cure, there is no need for a fight. It's the honorable thing to do, and we'll hold up our end."
In response to Elrion's words, Gaya's response was as defiant as it was chilling. "If any of you lay a finger on us, this bowl will be filled, but not with our blood," she threatened, her voice laced with menace. She cracked her neck, her posture and tone exuding her ruthless nature. "Try me, you stupid assholes. I'm not going down without painting this hall red with your blood."
While Michael could easily dash into the portal, he saw an opportunity to earn more badass points. Beating the hell out of the adventurers seemed like a good way to do it, so he let Gaya antagonize them further.
The adventurers, including the entitled elves of Aurumvale, reacted with a mix of anger and fear to Gaya's words.
"She's threatening us? After all they've done?"
While Gaya was engaging the adventurers with her swift and deadly moves, Elrion stood facing Michael, embodying the essence of bravery and valor he so devoutly followed. "Your selfish decision is causing all this chaos," Elrion stated, his voice steady and determined.
"Nice speech," Michael snickered at Elrion's words, a taunting smile on his face. The duel between Michael and Elrion was a display of skill and agility. Elrion, with his golden long sword, launched a series of powerful and well-calculated strikes. Each swing was deliberate, aimed with precision and force.
However, Michael was a blur of motion, his movements a combination of agility and acrobatics. He effortlessly evaded Elrion's attacks, ducking under sweeping slashes and leaping over thrusts. His style was fluid and unpredictable, making it difficult for Elrion to land a blow.
"Arggh," Elrion growled in frustration and aimed a fierce downward strike, but Michael sidestepped at the last moment, spinning away from the blade's path. He then executed a swift backflip, narrowly avoiding another rapid succession of slashes from Elrion.
Michael's evasion was not just about escaping harm but it was almost like a dance, each move flowing seamlessly into the next.
On the other side of the hall, Gaya took the fight to a new level. Leaping into the air with the agility of a cat, she fired a series of explosive arrows towards the adventurers attacking her. The arrows landed amidst the group with devastating effect, the resulting blasts throwing the attackers off their feet.
The adventurers were sent sprawling across the floor, coughing up blood from the sheer force of the explosions. Some clutched broken limbs, others groaned in pain from the concussive impact, their armor dented and charred from the blasts.
Meanwhile, Jin remained a silent observer, watching the chaos unfold from a dark corner. His presence went unnoticed by most, but Michael, in the midst of his duel with Elrion, caught a glimpse of Jin. Despite this, he kept his focus on Elrion, who was proving to be a formidable opponent.
Growing increasingly frustrated by his inability to land a hit, Elrion couldn't help but acknowledge Michael's skills. "You're quite the fighter," he growled, admiration mixed with irritation in his voice.
In response, Michael simply grinned and continued his evasive maneuvers. He ducked under a powerful swing, pivoted on his heel to avoid a stabbing thrust, and used his agility to create openings in Elrion's defenses, though he refrained from exploiting them fully. [Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 25,000 Badass points] [Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 15,000 Badass points] [Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 14,000 Badass points] …
"Let's take this to the next level," Michael declared, a determined look in his eyes. In a swift and unexpected move, he caught Elrion's sword by the blade, his hand positioned just right to avoid being cut.
With Elrion momentarily stunned by the bold maneuver, Michael unleashed a rapid succession of furious punches. Each blow landed with precision and force, culminating in a powerful kick that sent Elrion flying across the room.
The adventurers, who had been fervently attacking Gaya, stopped in their tracks, shocked by what they had just witnessed.
"Holy shit, did he just...?"
"He caught the sword with his bare hands!"
"That kick sent Elrion flying like a ragdoll!"
Even Lysandra, who had been guarding the portal and watching the fight unfold, raised her eyebrows in surprise at the display of Michael's prowess.
Above the battlefield, away from the chaos within the golden house, Raphael hovered, clad in his distinctive crimson red battle armor. His gaze was fixed on the scene below, analyzing the unfolding events with a strategic eye.
Suddenly, a green-haired woman appeared behind him. She wore a revealing dress that contrasted sharply with the seriousness of Raphael's armor. Her expression was one of amusement as she observed the battle below.
Sensing her presence, Raphael turned to her with a slightly quizzical look. "Are you sure about this, Goddess Marli?" he asked, knowing the history between the goddess and the God of Darkness.
1214 Traitor Goddess Marli Is Back
With a flick of his wrist, Silvaris conjured a large bowl from the ground while simultaneously opening a swirling portal on the other side of the room.
"Fill this bowl with enough of their blood, and the cure will appear," Silvaris instructed, gesturing towards Michael and Gaya. "For those who wish to bypass this delightful challenge and proceed to the next level, that portal is your way forward. But where's the fun in that?"
He then let out a laugh, adding, "In this level, you two," pointing at Michael and Gaya, "are the dungeon bosses."
The adventurers' anger boiled over at Silvaris's announcement, their frustrations vocalized in a flurry of heated dialogue.
"This is some messed up shit!"
"We're being played like pawns in this damn game!"
"That bastard Silvaris is enjoying every bit of this!"
"We either bleed them or get stuck with this death mark... What kind of sick choice is that?"
As the adventurers voiced their anger and desperation, Silvaris continued to laugh, thoroughly entertained by the turmoil he had created. "Good luck," he said with a wicked grin before disappearing, leaving the adventurers to grapple with their grim choices.
"What's stopping us from just walking into that portal, huh?" Gaya just laughed, unfazed by the situation.
Her comment was met with fear and shock from some of the weaker adventurers. "You can't just do that!" one of them exclaimed.
Speaking calmly amidst the chaos, Michael pointed out, "How could Silvaris have a cure when he couldn't have predicted Shar's death? This smells like another one of his traps."
Despite his logical reasoning, the adventurers were too desperate to consider his words. They were convinced he was trying to deceive them again.
"He's lying! They just want to escape!"
"They're tricking us again, don't listen to them!"
At that moment, the room was a filled with accusations and paranoia. Amidst this, Elrion stepped forward, his demeanor firm and resolute. "Enough," he said, addressing Michael and Gaya. "Bleed into the bowl and let's end this. We get the cure, there is no need for a fight. It's the honorable thing to do, and we'll hold up our end."
In response to Elrion's words, Gaya's response was as defiant as it was chilling. "If any of you lay a finger on us, this bowl will be filled, but not with our blood," she threatened, her voice laced with menace. She cracked her neck, her posture and tone exuding her ruthless nature. "Try me, you stupid assholes. I'm not going down without painting this hall red with your blood."
While Michael could easily dash into the portal, he saw an opportunity to earn more badass points. Beating the hell out of the adventurers seemed like a good way to do it, so he let Gaya antagonize them further.
The adventurers, including the entitled elves of Aurumvale, reacted with a mix of anger and fear to Gaya's words.
"She's threatening us? After all they've done?"
While Gaya was engaging the adventurers with her swift and deadly moves, Elrion stood facing Michael, embodying the essence of bravery and valor he so devoutly followed. "Your selfish decision is causing all this chaos," Elrion stated, his voice steady and determined.
"Nice speech," Michael snickered at Elrion's words, a taunting smile on his face. The duel between Michael and Elrion was a display of skill and agility. Elrion, with his golden long sword, launched a series of powerful and well-calculated strikes. Each swing was deliberate, aimed with precision and force.
However, Michael was a blur of motion, his movements a combination of agility and acrobatics. He effortlessly evaded Elrion's attacks, ducking under sweeping slashes and leaping over thrusts. His style was fluid and unpredictable, making it difficult for Elrion to land a blow.
"Arggh," Elrion growled in frustration and aimed a fierce downward strike, but Michael sidestepped at the last moment, spinning away from the blade's path. He then executed a swift backflip, narrowly avoiding another rapid succession of slashes from Elrion.
Michael's evasion was not just about escaping harm but it was almost like a dance, each move flowing seamlessly into the next.
On the other side of the hall, Gaya took the fight to a new level. Leaping into the air with the agility of a cat, she fired a series of explosive arrows towards the adventurers attacking her. The arrows landed amidst the group with devastating effect, the resulting blasts throwing the attackers off their feet.
The adventurers were sent sprawling across the floor, coughing up blood from the sheer force of the explosions. Some clutched broken limbs, others groaned in pain from the concussive impact, their armor dented and charred from the blasts.
Meanwhile, Jin remained a silent observer, watching the chaos unfold from a dark corner. His presence went unnoticed by most, but Michael, in the midst of his duel with Elrion, caught a glimpse of Jin. Despite this, he kept his focus on Elrion, who was proving to be a formidable opponent.
Growing increasingly frustrated by his inability to land a hit, Elrion couldn't help but acknowledge Michael's skills. "You're quite the fighter," he growled, admiration mixed with irritation in his voice.
In response, Michael simply grinned and continued his evasive maneuvers. He ducked under a powerful swing, pivoted on his heel to avoid a stabbing thrust, and used his agility to create openings in Elrion's defenses, though he refrained from exploiting them fully. [Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 25,000 Badass points] [Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 15,000 Badass points] [Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully being a badass. The reward is 14,000 Badass points] …
"Let's take this to the next level," Michael declared, a determined look in his eyes. In a swift and unexpected move, he caught Elrion's sword by the blade, his hand positioned just right to avoid being cut.
With Elrion momentarily stunned by the bold maneuver, Michael unleashed a rapid succession of furious punches. Each blow landed with precision and force, culminating in a powerful kick that sent Elrion flying across the room.
The adventurers, who had been fervently attacking Gaya, stopped in their tracks, shocked by what they had just witnessed.
"Holy shit, did he just...?"
"He caught the sword with his bare hands!"
"That kick sent Elrion flying like a ragdoll!"
Even Lysandra, who had been guarding the portal and watching the fight unfold, raised her eyebrows in surprise at the display of Michael's prowess.
Above the battlefield, away from the chaos within the golden house, Raphael hovered, clad in his distinctive crimson red battle armor. His gaze was fixed on the scene below, analyzing the unfolding events with a strategic eye.
Suddenly, a green-haired woman appeared behind him. She wore a revealing dress that contrasted sharply with the seriousness of Raphael's armor. Her expression was one of amusement as she observed the battle below.
Sensing her presence, Raphael turned to her with a slightly quizzical look. "Are you sure about this, Goddess Marli?" he asked, knowing the history between the goddess and the God of Darkness.
