Chapter 558: Chapter 582: Diarrhea Chapter 558: Chapter 582: Diarrhea For this kind of mental attack, Scholars and Priests had much higher resistance. They regained their consciousness in an instant and immediately responded.
Kalalin chanted a short spell hastily and thrust his palm forward, creating a glowing ghostly hand between the monster and the Werewolf. This was a simple level 0 trick, and he no longer needed a scroll to cast such basic magic. The magical hand shoved the dazed Werewolf hard, pushing it dozens of feet away from the gaping maw that was ready to tear it to pieces.
On the other side, Alamir had completed a straightforward Divine Art. He poured a whole bottle of Holy Water (perhaps more than necessary) over the immobilized Dwarf’s head while holding a Shield marked with Shuni’s emblem, the long-haired lady on it shining with brilliant golden light.
“In the name of the Goddess of Love and Beauty, I grant you the power to resist bizarre creatures!” the Elf Priest shouted as he splashed the Holy Water, “Charge, son of Barrend Frostforge, Bruto!”
“Elf, what are you doing?” the Dwarf’s puzzled voice rang out, “Why are you pouring water over my head?”
“Can’t you just cooperate and rush to hammer that beast?” Alamir said with a look of helplessness, “I’ve already blessed you with Divine Arts…”
“Sheesh, that’s because you’re making such a fuss with your words.”
The Dwarf was just habitually bickering with the Elf, but after recovering, his main focus was still observing the enemy. To charge at an unknown opponent might show courage but wasn’t very smart, while those who stayed put weren’t necessarily cowards, and could be like Bruto, figuring out the most effective way to strike the opponent.
The creature they were facing looked quite odd. Bruto couldn’t find any particularly obvious weakness, but that meant he could strike anywhere on its body. Realizing this, the Dwarf let out a loud battle cry and charged at the monster, wielding his hammer.
The monster’s body was covered with mouths and eyes, part of it wanted to confront the charging Dwarf, and another part wanted to chase after the Werewolf a few steps away, splitting its body like the two humps of a camel.
Facing countless gaping mouths biting towards him, Bruto shielded himself with his Shield, crashing into it with all his might. Although Dwarfs weren’t tall, their weight was certainly no less than humans’, and the momentum from the charge lifted the monster’s half-body off the ground, while the Warhammer followed closely, striking right in the middle of a half-open mouth.
Despite its frightening appearance, the mouth with two layers of sharp teeth had no advantage against the metal hammerhead. Moreover, the Elf Priest’s blessing indeed took effect. As he swung his weapon, Bruto could clearly feel an extra surge of strength enter his arms, making his hammer strikes more precise and powerful.
Accompanied by a teeth-grating crunch, the lower jaw of the creature was smashed to pulp; when Bruto pulled back his hammer, some debris even stuck to its head. All the mouths on the monster screamed in unison, but they could no longer stun the Dwarf. He raised his shield, blocking several biting mouths, and his Warhammer deceitfully swept out from below the shield.
Yet another ceaselessly chattering mouth was silenced forever.
Meanwhile, the others were also gradually recovering from their incapacitated state. Little Isha and the Werewolf began hurling flying knives hidden on their persons at the monster, with the Werewolf’s throws being noticeably more accurate, each one plunging into a yellow eyeball. However, Little Isha’s knives created huge gashes on the monster’s body that were disproportionate to the size of the weapons, with copious amounts of blood gushing out.
“Ow! That’s not fair!” Old Reap complained loudly, “You’re cheating by using Vampire abilities!”
“Are we in a competition?” Little Isha replied with a giggle, “Where can I check the rules?”
In battle, the only rule is to kill the opponent as quickly as possible since the enemy harbors the same intention. When Alamir and Kalalin also started bombarding the creature with magic, the outcome was no surprise. After a sharp and brief scream, the monster was utterly slain. Its body, as if suddenly drained of strength, collapsed on the ground like a melting snowman. The force that had held it together seemed to vanish, and its body turned into a spread of filth that extended outward, while the ground, suddenly sponge-like, quickly absorbed the blood, leaving only an unsettling dark red patch and a few broken teeth as evidence of the monster’s existence.
“Was that thing an Obyrith?” Bruto found a rock to sit on, supporting himself with his warhammer. He felt somewhat weak, a normal after-effect of his rage ending. A good meal and some sleep would return him to normal.
“I don’t know.” Kalalin spread his hands, “If you asked a less conscientious Demon Scholar, perhaps he might tell you it was an Obyrith, but I think that would be an insult to real Obyriths. Indeed, their appearances may not meet our aesthetic standards, but remember the Giant Skull Demon we encountered earlier? True members of the Obyrith Demon Race are malevolent, cunning, and full of conspiracies, not some brainless fool one.”
“Okay,” Bruto shrugged, then instinctively sniffed, “Hey, what smells so good?”
He turned his head and saw that the source of the aroma was the cauldron Lancelot was tending. The originally murky blood inside it had been cooked to a clear and sparkling state, appearing from a distance like a pot of continuously tumbling rubies, reflecting a captivating beautiful shimmer. Lancelot, standing by the cauldron, noticed Little Isha, who was obviously drooling by now, staring intently at the cauldron. Her normally concealed fangs were completely exposed, and saliva dripping from her mouth had even dampened her shirt chest.
“Hmm… it should be about ready.” Lancelot extracted a small vial, waved his hand lightly in the air, and a thin stream of liquid flew out from the cauldron, filling the vial to the brim. He handed it to Little Isha beside him, advising, “Drink slowly, be careful not to scald yourself…”
“Um… thanks, brother…”
Though Little Vampire was extremely thirsty, she did not forget to express her gratitude to Lancelot. Taking the vial, she gently blew on the mouth of the bottle and took a careful sip. Her cheeks turned visibly red at a visible rate, hastily handed the bottle back to Lancelot, and then dashed into her Dimensional Bag that contained her bedroom, without saying a word.
“Did you not clean it properly?” Bruto chuckled, “Look what you did to the poor girl, gave her a stomach ache, right?”
“Laugh all you want, you’re next!” Lancelot retorted, “What are you waiting for, get undressed!”