The two were getting prepared. This dungeon had an interval of five minutes before each wave started. Slash marks and bruises filled Vincent's body. His combat style was ferocious as he was brutal to the enemy and himself using his own flesh as a weapon.
Vincent tried to steady his breath, his back leaning against a tree. Efrita looked as sexy as always. Her skin had a faint silky glow because of her perspiration. She stood close to Vincent, her fingers softly massaging his overused muscles.
'He really tried his best. His fighting style is very bestial. Where did he learn such brutal methods?' She thought, her palm rubbing along his triceps.
"The boss wave is likely to be something else. Not goblins."
Her voice soothing to his ears. She circled around his back, sliding her hands around his body.
"You need to be very careful, darling."
'The woman is like my mother. I didn't expect her to be so fierce.' Vincent thought.
He stretched his tired body and stroked her beautiful, messy, black hair. His thoughts went back to how she impaled a goblin on her claws, then cast a flame lance from inside to penetrate two goblins behind.
"I'll try my best. Thanks for supporting me all this time. You covering my back makes me feel at ease."
Her body shuddered from his praise as her hand that was fondling his abs stopped for a moment. She was about to respond when she sensed the oncoming enemy.
'Why do they always interrupt at the juicy parts?'
"Vincent, get ready. It's most likely the floor's boss is not a goblin. Be prepared to lose an arm for victory."
Loud howls surrounded the area. It forced the pair to hold their ears as they shook their heads to remove the slight dazing effect.
*Thud*
An enormous wolf stood before them. It was more than a five feet tall and two metres long. Two twisted horns with countless nicks and marks on it. Her fur was silver on her back and white, covering her stomach. She had a long scar across her left eye.
Her nostrils snorted twice before a mature female voice filled the area.
"Oh... What is this? The traitors spawn and his newly found slut?"
[Error!]
[Dungeon Difficulty Spiking!]
[New recommended party setup!]
[1-5 Members] [Level 10-19]
The wolf strutted closer. Under her feet was a group of twelve smaller wolves only a metre long. They were all black and silver, with long fangs growing from their mouth.
"It's been a long time, Efrita. I've been waiting to get revenge for the mark you carved upon my body." The gigantic wolf closed her eye that had a scar. Efrita inflicted this wound during their battle.
Efrita stepped forward, her right shoulder in front of Vincent, as if to protect him. She started smirking towards the female wolf.
"Heh, well, if it isn't the defeated dog, Agora! Why are you here? Do you want me to massacre your entire pack again?"
'She sounds completely different when speaking to other daemons.' Vincent thought to himself.
His body lowered and prepared to fight at any moment. Efrita contact him inside his mind. Normally, she didn't use this method. Only Silvari would use it. Vincent missed that perverted ice fairy.
'Vincent, you take care of her puppies. I'll try my best to handle fighting her. She's more powerful than before. The dungeon has also empowered her because of your presence.'
*BOOM*
He couldn't react fast enough just to see the wolves' gigantic paw collide with Efrita's anima form. Since he became a demon, the way he and the girls anima worked had changed.
It turned out the reason the system said he had infinite mana was because he was using Anima to cast his spells. Anima is an almost energy, but it takes time to recover as he used it more often. Now due to become a physical type fighter. His summons could use his anima to remain materialised and save their own for their ultimate attack.
This method had downsides. It meant that the longer the fight, the more fatigue he would feel. His spells were also more limited to small sized instant casts or relying on skills.
He didn't waste time calling out her name. The moment his body regained a sense of balance, he lept towards the small wolves who numbered almost 15.
"Time to put the dogs down."
(Vincent POV)
My body shot under the large wolfs body. Efrita gave her a heavy right hook that sent her flying to the west. I clasped one wolf I'd surprised and snapped its neck as it yelped in fear. Then threw the lifeless body towards his brethren.
The little wolves growled towards me before they all leapt towards me in unison, baring their fangs.
Agora's mouth opened wide as a large amount of mana formed a ball at her mouth. I wanted to rush to her aid, but the two small wolves gripped onto my legs, dragging me backwards as the black plating on my thighs cracked.
"ARRRRRGGH!" Efrita said with a roar.
They forced me to watch a gigantic ray of ice slam into the hill and cause a colossal explosion engulfing the weakened Efrita. I could do nothing but hear the distance cries of her pain.
"Efritaaaaaaaa!" I sceamed.
[Demonic Choice Activated!]
[Succumb to your rage and destroy everything!]
[Or]
'I don't give a fuck! Just give me the power to save Efrita and kill every wolf in this fucking dungeon! You can do that, right?'
[...]
[Accepted]
The moment the words ended. It filled my body with intense rage, anima, and power. The only thoughts that drowned my mind as even my vision turned red.
'These wolves must die!'
'I will crush their skulls!'
'Grind their organs!'
'Massacre their young!'
'Kill'
'Devour'
'Annihilate!'
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