Legend of the Devil Fox
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"Anza…?"
Orto, heard many miles away, whispered.
My anger drove me to a fatal mistake, and I accidentally killed him. Still, I don't regret it.
Despite their plans, the players never thought I would actually show up.
If the Corporation were to look at me and make my true suspect would be the worst case scenario here. Still, with just my face, I don't think they'll come to that conclusion soon. Especially when I now have fox ears.
So I try to hide myself as much as I can.
Among the players, Orto had the highest combat power. The lowest of them is about 300. The dangerous ones were his clan members Orto, who were all above 600. I prepared a dagger, remaining vigilant while wondering which one of them had which stone No. 08. Then Orto, recovering from his shock, frantically jumped out.
“Anza is a Fox?! Just incredible! I must have gotten so many relationship points! Here, jump into my arms!”
Silence down in the field.
Whatwhat the fuck? It was so far from expectations, I could only grimace.
On the other hand, Orto's stupidity instead brought the players out of their confusion.
"That fox!"
"He's really here!" they shouted, hands moving to their weapons. Orto frantically ran forward in an attempt to stop them.
“No, stop! Let's try talking to him first! Anza, you-"
“ RUU BAAH !!”
"""Yeeaahh!!!"""
His request was drowned by the leader I had just killed. They attacked me with their own weapons.
“Honey for Arthur! Those five thousand gold will belong to all of us!”
“Don't get too excited now! He hasn't been caught!"
“Who cares, just throw a bottle of poison at him and he'll be ours! Cut off his hands and feet! Make sure he can't run!”
Their combat strength was around 300 to 400. They haven't grown much since the last time I met them.
My fog clouds surged towards them, weakening their magic and heat, blunting their movements.
"A-ap-what-what ?!"
“M-m-my leg melted..”
I moved forward then thrust a dagger into the witch's neck, threw another one at the archer, then turned around and tore the healer's claws apart.
“A-What the hell is this!?
A heavy armored warrior swung his axe wildly, his face almost in tears. I focused my fog to melt half of his body, then grabbed his face. My claws smashed his head.
[Switch]lv32
[Magic Points: 1975/2030] 80↑
[Total Combat Power: 2178/2233] 88↑
Thirty seconds to kill them. These players had nothing but reckless fighting skills, and just a little fear was enough to render them helpless. To be honest, they are weak. The bodyguards at the auction were much more troublesome.
The players were unable to stop the battle from happening. And they also could not stop the next massacre. Even if none of them would call the dead their friend, the scene of such a cruel slaughter still left them perplexed. Some players took a step back, pale faces.
However, only the weak. The stronger players instead prepared their weapons and attacked. Maybe they've managed to 'fight' his fear
"Stop!"
Orto's still trying to stop them. Celine advanced to his side, she denied his words.
“Orto, that's enough! Isn't it obvious? He is no ordinary NPC, he is the event boss!”
I don't see what's so clear about that.
So they believed the NPCs were stronger than them for 'special occasions', then, and the hostile ones were 'bosses'.
Seemingly convinced, Orto reluctantly prepared his own weapon.
“Alright, be nice now and let us catch you. [Ice Lance]!”
A witch woman shot out an enormous ice pillar. I'm pretty sure it's deadly? For humans, at least.
I am weak against magic and have no viable solution to this problem. Backing off is my only option. As I jumped back, an archer some distance away shot an arrow.
“[Shadow bind]!”
Witches and archers are really my worst enemies. However, as long as I know what will happen, it is not too difficult to deal with.
I threw away my torn coat. That strange skill hit his shadow.
"What the fuck?!" (Bene)
The coat stopped in the air. I ran out from the side, towards the archer. Nimble shadows jumped in and blocked my path.
“Anza is beautiful! Come on, my arms miss you-uff! ”
Oops. I should have used my sword here, but for some reason I really wanted to kick his face. So I did.
A player holding a large shield intervened, blocking it.
Shields don't burn? Is that another weird art? Or maybe they're being buffed with a spell.
This is why I hate fighting against the group of players. They can cover each other's weaknesses with their special skills. I have a much higher combat power, yet I still have not managed to kill any of them.
"Leader! Shouldn't he only have 200 combat powers? How did he reject the skill[Slow] ?!"
“Stupid! you shouldn't be fighting! ” ,seems to be the leader of Maxim, reprimanding the girl. Back then, my status smokescreen was still working. Goody.
So that weird, debilitating feeling back then was the girl's spell? But why was he scolded just for attacking? Because he is a healer? But wasn't he holding a big hammer and even wearing a leather breastplate on top of his robe?
…wait a minute…
I ignored the shield and rushed straight towards it. Both he and Celine immediately started to panic.
"ah! You fool, look what happened?! He's testing you now!"
“Isn't it because you yelled?! Maxim, you idiot! ”
So there was indeed a reason why they did not want me to contact him. For example.maybe he was holding a magic stone No. 08?
In an attempt to protect the pink head, the coordination of the Isaac clan members began to fall apart.
All of them had at least 800 combat power. Half of them, the ones who had around 900 combat power like Orto and Maxim, lost the space they needed to move freely. They could no longer protect their comrades.
“Alright, understand!”
A sword-and-buckle warrior charged in. I dodged the slow-motion slash and burned his right arm.
“Waaahh!?”
"I'll help you!"
The lowest pain, so... His partner, an archer, shot an arrow to protect him. I hid behind those soldiers, then threw away the hot frozen fog to finish off their lives the two of them.
Dropping two players in the blink of an eye was enough to frighten the players. On the one hand, losing their cool is a good thing for me. On the other hand, it also meant that they no longer held back. No longer fighting to catch.
“[Fire lance]!”
(job purifiers can be hybrid, so can use the same healing attack magic as well):v.
Celine's fireball erupted, burning the meadow.
I avoided in despair. It is still quite destructive, even though the higher defense comes with my higher combat power.
“Celine watch out! " triak rena
“Look, he's too dangerous! We can't win if we hold ourselves here!”
“Our turn! [Shield Charge]!”
He rushed towards me, his huge shield forward. He wants to let me go? Too bad for him.
"What?!"
I'm not flinching. With his attack deflected, I grabbed and burned his arm holding the shield. Having three times his combat strength was helpful here.
"Stop!"
I immediately jumped back when I saw the flash of the sword. Orto pointed his sword at me.
"Are you okay?"
“M-sorry.”
I can only take half of his magic and life.
Celine shot a white light at the shield bearer, releasing it from the fire. Then he put a small bottle in his mouth.
Heh. I just felt his mp recover.
The second round means, then... Fighting directly would hurt me. At least their potions were limitless. If I focus on maintaining my magic and dealing with them one by one, I still have a chance.
As long as there is a chance to steal the stone where No. 08 is, I will win.
Everyone, except for the dead, had recovered completely with their potions. I put aside my wrong thoughts and refocused, sword in both hands, preparing myself with a few strikes.
Bizzzz..
My ears hear the sura buzzing.
“A-what happened?” players
"What is this buzzing sound ..." the layerers
A pitch-black monster started to appear, coming out from the dimensional hole that appeared suddenly .
"What's that…?" A player muttered. Their smiles were forced, their voices were fragile.
The newcomers were large, tarantula-shaped monsters two meters high and five meters wide, with crab claws and carapaces.
“Eh-aarghh!”
"Damn it, they attacked us ?!"
Their size doesn't slow their speed. A player nearby was already split in two by their claws.
I know them, no, not me. but Knowledge No. 01 and No. 17 in me know them, about their possible existence.
[Black Carapace Spider x10]
[Mr: 400/400] [Hp: 800/800]
[Total Combat Power: 1000]
They were avatars of experimental monsters driven by army testers!