Villain Ch 386. Humble Flexing VS 'Humble Flexing'
The group of monsters approached, and it was the largest mob the players had ever seen. About twenty monsters in total, with the added challenge of two menacing Killerflies. Yet, thanks to the seamless teamwork of Mac's group, they dealt with the situation with remarkable ease. They triumphed without any need for assistance, leaving the watching players in awe. However, Allen's group remained unfazed, seemingly detached from the spectacle.
As the excitement simmered down, Yora decided to make one last attempt at showing off. Raising her staff high, she invoked a new skill with a shout. "Regeneration Light!" Her voice echoed, and a radiant formation of light appeared from above, casting a gentle glow over the players within its reach. The healing light worked its magic, mending their wounds and gradually restoring their HP.
The onlookers were truly taken aback. The rare skill was a marvel to behold, and the reactions were a mix of astonishment and admiration. Whispers and murmurs buzzed through the crowd as they marveled at the extraordinary feat. After all, the skill was no ordinary ability – it required completing a special quest, making it a prized possession for only the most dedicated healers.
Amid the crowd's reactions, Allen's group remained as nonchalant as ever. Allen found himself back with his friends, Shea leaning in closer to him with a sly grin. Her voice was a hushed tease. "Aren't you tempted to give her a little attention? Looks like your ex is craving it," she whispered mischievously.
Allen's response was calm and collected. "Oh, I'll give her the attention she's after," he replied in an almost dismissive tone.
Larissa, curious about his intentions, chimed in. "So, what's the plan?"
With a subtle glance around to ensure all eyes were on Yora, Allen revealed his strategy. "Zoe and Vivian will join us here, as themselves," he shared in a low voice, a mischievous spark in his eyes.
The girls caught onto his plan almost instantly.
"Nice move," Bella chimed in, her enthusiasm evident.
"Absolutely. It's about time we flaunt our skills a bit," Alice added, her eyes glinting with excitement.
"So, we're just playing the waiting game?" Shea said with a playful smirk, and Allen affirmed her assumption with a simple nod.
Amid the lighthearted banter and enjoyment, a sudden shift in the atmosphere grabbed everyone's attention. Two ominous figures materialized, shrouded in an eerie aura. Without a moment's hesitation, they unleashed their devastating attacks, shattering the jovial mood like a fragile glass.
Abyssia moved with uncanny speed. Her tentacles slithered and lashed out like vipers, snatching unsuspecting players and flinging them in all directions with brute force. The victims were tossed around like helpless rag dolls, crashing into walls and structures, their startled yells blending with the chaos.
Lilieth, the air around her crackling with dark energy, extended her arms. Demonic claws emerged, gleaming menacingly in the dim light. Her eyes gleamed with a wicked glint as she lunged towards players, her claws tearing into them with ruthless precision. The sickening sound of rending flesh mixed with pained cries, a cacophony of suffering echoing through the virtual world.
Gasps of shock and astonishment filled the air as players scrambled to defend themselves or escape the onslaught. The laughter that once filled the altar had now given way to a mix of terror and disbelief. The duo's actions were a stark reminder of the power they held and the potential danger lurking beneath their playful fa?ades.
The atmosphere of astonishment shifted dramatically into one of agonizing chaos. Joyful laughter had now transformed into anguished screams as players found themselves under the ruthless assault of the two ominous figures. Panic gripped the crowd as they scrambled to muster their defenses and retaliate against the sudden threat. Weapons were drawn, spells were chanted, and arrows were loosed, but the challenge lay in the composition of the group – a majority of ranged attackers struggling to engage close-quarters combatants.
Mac's absence, who had departed in search of a new mob, only exacerbated the situation. Yora's group was left to contend with the menacing duo without their main melee force. It was a struggle to coordinate attacks effectively, especially against Abyssia's tentacled onslaught that seemed to defy predictability.
In the midst of the chaos, Yora once again used her healing powers, conjuring the radiant Regeneration Light. A beacon of hope amidst the turmoil, she focused on saving as many players as she could, lending her aid where she could. She couldn't help but feel a spark of satisfaction – this was an opportunity to display her abilities and potentially catch Allen's attention, even if indirectly.
Seeking him out, her gaze scanned the tumultuous scene. Her heart skipped a beat when she finally spotted him, not among those in pain or desperately fighting, but standing close to Lilieth.
Allen's response to the chaotic showdown was both graceful and deadly. As he engaged Lilieth, his dual blades became an extension of his body, each movement a fluid part of a well-practiced dance. His blades deftly deflected Lilieth's onslaught of attacks, turning her aggression into a mere dance of steel and shadows.
Every swing, every parry, carried a calculated finesse that showcased his mastery of the dual blade art. His keen eyes never wavered from Lilieth's, a fierce determination burning within them. The clash of their weapons echoed in the air as he navigated her offensive with a calm and unwavering demeanor. His movements seemed to flow effortlessly.
The hunter from Allen's group expertly complemented his efforts, providing strategic support from a distance. Arrows soared through the air, finding their mark and weakening Lilieth's defenses.
Simultaneously, the rest of Allen's group faced Abyssia, the kraken queen. Their combined efforts were focused on overcoming her watery onslaught and vicious tentacles. Spells were cast, arrows were shot, and the battlefield was filled with an array of attacks and counterattacks. It was a chaotic ballet of magic and steel.
Amidst the clash of blades and the chaos of battle, Allen's dual blades managed to break through Lilieth's defenses. The sound of metal meeting metal was accompanied by the distinct sound of his blades scratching against her skin. Gasps of surprise echoed among the onlookers as they witnessed the unexpected turn of events.
"Did you see that?" the priestess exclaimed in disbelief, her eyes wide with astonishment.
"He actually managed to scratch her!" the magic scholar added, her tone a mixture of excitement and shock.
The momentary breach in Lilieth's defenses was enough to throw her off guard. Allen's precision and determination had caught her by surprise. As the shock registered on her face, she seemed momentarily rattled by the unexpected turn of events.
Abyssia, witnessing the turn of events as well, let out a mocking laugh that reverberated through the battlefield. "Oh, it seems we have underestimated them," she taunted, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and irritation.
"Damn you…" Lilieth's displeasure was evident in the way her expression twisted into a scowl. The battle had taken an unexpected turn. Their determination and skill had proved to be a force to be reckoned with.
With a gesture from Abyssia, both villains began to retreat, their forms fading into the shadows as they withdrew from the battle. Their mocking laughter lingered in the air as they disappeared, leaving behind a battlefield filled with the astonished and relieved expressions of the players.
"They're retreating!" the priest exclaimed, his voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and relief.
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