Dungeon Of Greed

Chapter 57: Unfair Battle

"H—"

Before Vael could finish his warning, Brurga muttered, beating his chest in excitement.

"A human... hahaha!! I always regretted not being alive that time... this is getting more and more fun. We will finally get the title of a hero today..."

Hearing his words, the others looked at him as if he were a madman. Daven was about to burn the man alive for bringing this misfortune, but somehow he controlled himself.

"Are you crazy..." Saying this, Vael turned to look at the human when he realized the dungeon master was gone. He was nowhere to be seen around the other goblins.

"Be careful–"

Before his words could reach the others, the dungeon master was right within their formation.

[Skill Haste has been activated.]

Vael’s instincts reacted on their own, activating the skill in an instant.

’Dam—’

Cursing, Vael saw the dungeon master moving his daggers, aimed right at his throat. Even with everything moving in slow motion, he knew it was impossible to parry the attack.

Doing the next best thing, he turned his head slightly, saving himself. Still, the dagger grazed his face, drawing blood from his cheeks.

Ducking down, Vael moved a few steps away from Dhruv and unsheathed his sword. Augmenting the sword, he assessed the surroundings, looking for any other immediate danger.

’So, only he knows teleportation...’

Vael heaved a sigh of relief, finding that only the dungeon master had teleported among them.

"Got’ eem..." Wiping the blood from his cheeks, Vael looked at the dungeon master in confusion. He wondered if something was wrong with the man’s head—why was he celebrating when he had missed his target?

’It would be better if there is something wrong...’

He prayed that he did not have the full intelligence of an adult. Planting his feet in the ground, Vael sliced his sword downward with brutal force.

But, instead of cutting into Dhruv, the sword slammed into a wall of blood.

Lifting his hand in the air, Dhruv saluted and bowed his head. His performance was about to end as he muttered some words in a mocking tone,

"Ba~~ Bye~"

Dhruv smirked as Vael swung his swords in a wide arc, confusion flashing across his face. Once again, the attack missed its mark, only this time, it struck nothing.

The dungeon master vanished as swiftly as he had arrived.

Appearing right in front of Lucian, Dhruv patted the little vampire on his shoulder, "That barrier was impressive, ... I knew I could trust you, my little guardian."

Hearing this, Lucian lost control over his blood; the veins bulged around his head as they showed signs of bursting at any moment.

Panting in anger, he lashed out, "Master, are you crazy... why would you risk diving straight into their formation?. Did you forget what had happened last time?"

Seeing his anger, Dhruv thought about how any sarcastic answer of his could make the situation worse. But when Lucian continued to stare at him, he conceded.

"Well, what can I say... It’s exhilarating to fight like this..."

Hearing this, instead of calming down, Lucian felt his blood boil even more, "Why are you unnecessarily risking your life for some exhilaration..."

"Don’t worry, we have healers this time."

"Again... what I want to say is, why take the risk, though..."

Clasping his hands together, Dhruv sighed in defeat and muttered, "Okay... fine. I will sit here and just keep an eye on the others... I’ve marked the swordsman with the Wither... finish him first. He seems like the leader of the group."

Nodding his head, Lucian looked at the goblins in front of him and lifted his hand. Getting the command they were waiting for, all of the monsters began sprinting toward the seven hunters.

They charged through the field, screaming and growling. With each pounding of their feet, the ground beneath began to shake. Grass bent under them, and dust rose in the air.

A calamity seemed to be on the move, deep tremors rippling across the field as the hunters assumed their formations as well.

Suddenly, one of the Goblin Dreadcaptains picked Lucian up from the ground and aimed him toward Vael. Its muscles bulged under pressure as the goblin augmented his hand with mana.

Screech!

Letting a war cry out, the Dreadcaptain pushed hard and hurled Lucian toward Vael.

Whoosh!

Within a matter of seconds, both crashed into each other with a loud thud. Because of their defensive skills, they didn’t sustain any injuries, but the force of the hit made Vael lose balance and flung him back several meters away from the group.

"What?"

Perplexed by the sudden event, the hunters tried to move toward Vael, but the goblins had closed the distance, forcing them to engage in their own battle.

On the other side, Lucian glanced at Vael’s rot scar.

’So he... no, that can’t be he is a swordsman, and his healing wouldn’t be that strong. So someone in his group has a healing skill countering the rot.’ He judged, seeing black veins slowly spreading over the hunter’s cheeks.

Seeing the monster in front like this, Vael didn’t wait for any ceremony.

Activating Flash Acceleration, he closed the distance within the blink of an eye. With the Flash carrying him like a sudden wind, the blade had already cleared the sheath with the clean ring of Quick Draw.

The strike was aimed at Lucian’s neck. It was fast, decisive, and meant to end things in one shot.

Noticing the movement, Lucian dropped his head.

His action wasn’t out of reflex; no, he had read Vael’s intent half a second before it arrived. He let his knees buckle, hitting the stone hard, and the blade passed over his head with a whisper.

Rolling sideways, Lucian created some distance between them and made a quick judgment.

’Faster than I expected, but the angle was straight; there was no feint. He wanted a clean kill. Hmm! With this much power, I suppose there must be a skill or two mixed into that strike.’

Blasting a few blood arrows toward Vael, Lucian stood up on his feet and stared the man down. Looking closely, he noticed a thin transparent mask adorned the hunter’s face.

’An artifact?’

Nodding, Lucian pressed two fingers inside his own hand and slit it wide open. Blood began gushing out.

The blood that poured from his arm didn’t fall to the ground. Instead, it rose, spreading like ink in the water. Soon it began taking shape, forming merely a shadow at first, then solidifying further. frёewebnoѵēl.com

A figure stepped out of the dark blood. It looked like a humanoid being except for its head, which was that of a sheep with large, curved horns. Blood gathered around its hand, shaping a large hammer.

Slapping the creature on the shoulder, Lucian muttered, "Meet, Markhor." Curling up his lips, he added, "Now let’s have an unfair battle."