nyslfriends Chapter 38 Ancient Little Mist Demon
Chapter 38 Ancient Little Mist Demon
Alwin turned around, took a deep breath, and pushed out with both hands.
A burst of Alder Impact magic seal shot out.
The old spearhead behind him raised his right arm and swung it, and a powerful gale tore Alder apart, causing bushes to tilt and dirt to fly.
"roar!"
Drawn back to his hatred, Alwin turned and charged along the lakeshore toward the fog.
The fog not far away also seemed to be stimulated and sped up.
Within a few breaths, a mist enveloped us, and a chilly breath swirled around our noses.
"ha!"
A withered little mist demon emerged from the mist, its black claws tearing through the air.
Alwin was already on guard. As he formed the Quen hand seal, he immediately rolled towards Killer Lake.
"Thump!"
His body plunged into the water, splashing water as he disappeared like a fish entering the sea, silent and without a trace.
The little mist sprites didn't linger in Arwen's direction at all, roaring as they charged towards the cyclops that was several times their size.
The dim yellow stars twinkled as the swarm of little mist demons launched their attack.
Old Spearhead sensed a terrifying killing intent, but influenced by the provocations of Night and Alwin, he was already surrounded by the little mist demons and had no time to retreat.
Battle is imminent.
Alwin swam around in the water but didn't find any water ghosts, or even many fish and shrimp. As if sensing the presence of the two overlords on the shore, he instinctively fled far away.
After confirming it was safe, Alwin surfaced about twenty meters from the shore, his wet black hair clinging to his jaw, his gray vertical pupils fixed on the direction of the old spearhead.
Dim yellow light spots kept surrounding the latter.
In just a short while, Old Spearhead's burly body had been covered with many small wounds.
Old Spearhead raised his hands high, his muscles bulging, and swung them down with tremendous force.
"boom!"
The powerful gale dispersed the surrounding mist, creating an empty circle. The extremely terrifying force directly smashed a small mist demon into a bloody pulp, with blood clots and dirt splattering in all directions.
"roar!"
Old Spearhead stood up, pounded his chest with both hands, and let out a wanton roar.
The little mist demons surrounding them, seeing this scene, showed fear in their eyes and retreated.
Alwin frowned slightly.
If that's the case, he won't achieve the desired effect of using one tiger to devour another.
Suddenly, he noticed a point of light rapidly approaching the old spearhead's location from within the fog.
This point of light was much brighter than the surrounding stars, like Sirius among the stars.
Other little mist sprites quickly made way for it when they encountered it.
Its body gradually emerged, its withered and hunched form enveloped in wisps of mist.
Bald head, pointed ears, and rotten, gruesome teeth dripping with putrid liquid.
The sunken chest cavity revealed each rib clearly, swirling with a pale, eerie light.
A pair of withered claws, gleaming with a cold light, dangled beside his knees.
Those lifeless eyes were coldly fixed on the old spearhead, his teeth chattering, and his low hissing carried a bewitching power.
"This is," Alwin murmured, frantically searching his mind for relevant records in "The Book of Monsters."
"Ancient Little Mist Fairy!"
To everyone's surprise, the old spearhead launched the first attack, his fist piercing through the mist and creating a blank space, a truly stunning sight.
The ancient little mist demon reacted quickly and moved nimbly, dodging the attack with a simple roll.
roll!?
Alwin was increasingly astonished.
But this is far from over.
The ancient little mist demon's chest shone brightly, and mist swirled around its entire body, creating eerie fluctuations.
Its body visibly grew taller, and its bent body straightened.
Wearing a black leather jacket studded with silver, carrying a silver sword on his back, his gray hair was loose behind his head. He slightly raised his head, revealing his amber cat eyes filled with violence and ferocity.
"Vesemir! It's Vesemir!"
When Alwin saw that familiar face, he was momentarily stunned, and then exclaimed in surprise!
The ancient little mist demon actually transformed into the appearance of Vesemir.
"ha!"
Vesemir drew his silver sword, executing a beautiful Wolf School swordsmanship opening stance. The silver sword light sliced through the night, emitting a crisp hiss, and a line of blood flew from Old Spearhead's body.
Arwen swallowed hard. "Even the silver sword has materialized... this is too... too incredible..."
"And this swordsmanship... it's so swift and beautiful..."
Being able to witness Vesemir's swordsmanship firsthand, even just a glimpse of an illusion, deeply moved Arwen, who couldn't bear to miss a single detail.
[Wolf School Witcher Swordsmanship Experience +1!]
……
"roar!"
Old Spearhead, in pain, charged into the fog, rampaging and knocking over many of the smaller fog demons.
It stretched out its thick arms, grabbed the legs of a small mist fairy that had fallen to the ground, and clenched its fists.
"Crack!"
The sound of bones cracking rang out, and the little mist demon was twisted into a pretzel, screaming incessantly.
Do the same with the other hand.
After weighing it in my hand, I realized that although it wasn't as convenient as my original weapon, it was still usable.
Visermir, who witnessed all of this, unleashed a terrifying killing intent in his cat-like eyes.
He charged forward, his gray hair flying, his body moving with lightning speed, his sword flashing sharply as he spun.
Old Spearhead gripped the little mist demon tightly in his hand, foul-smelling blood gushing out from between his fingers. He spun around, swinging the little mist demon with a piercing sound as it cut through the air.
Each sweep smashed the horde of small mist demons, sending them flying in a bloody mess, with mud, blood clots, and fragments of mist swirling everywhere.
Even "Vesemir" was kept out.
With a series of "thumps," the little mist demons fell to the ground like raindrops, their mournful screams echoing continuously.
A grayish-white shadow fell into the lake not far in front of Alvin, splashing water a meter high.
"Waaaaah..."
White foam churned and surged, and then a bald head emerged from the water.
The little mist demon choked on water, its eyes filled with terror, and its limbs kept sliding as it swam towards the shore.
Alwin paused for a second, then immediately reacted and submerged into the water.
With its body pressed against the swaying water plants, it swam directly beneath the little mist fairy in the time it takes to breathe.
With its cold cat eyes watching the other's constantly moving body, it reached out and precisely grabbed the little mist fairy's ankle.
"Ugh!"
The little mist demon suddenly sank into the water, its limbs struggling, and the dim yellow light on its chest flickered intensely.
But in the water, its prized illusions and mists have no effect whatsoever.
Arwen, like a water ghost, embraced the little mist fairy's slender waist, gripped the sword hilt with his right hand, and forcefully stabbed towards the little mist fairy's jaw.
"Pfft!"
The silver sword pierced through the skull, and the turbid blood, like blooming flowers, polluted the lake water.
[Defeat the Lesser Mist Demon to obtain 25% Lesser Mist Demon Mutant]
A system notification sounded, and Alwin drew his silver sword, releasing the little mist sprite's body. The sprite dangled its limbs and slowly sank to the bottom of the water.
Alwin quickly swam to the surface, wanting to continue observing the situation.
A grayish-white figure fell to the ground not far from him.
The little mist fairy struggled to the surface, splashing water with its hands; its swimming skills were far inferior to the previous one.
Alwin swallowed hard, glancing at the old spearhead out of the corner of his eye, a surge of joy welling up inside him.
Is there really such a good thing as finding a bargain?