Apostle of the Mischief (5)
Breton players left a small number of people at the entrance of the ruins and started exploring.
Watching the guards’ poor attitude, Chris swallowed his saliva and made a decision.
“Tyron is right. We’d better just attack them as soon as they come out.”
“huh? Wouldn’t it be better to wait until you’ve collected the other Origin epics before robbing them?”
Chris immediately shakes his head when Tyrone, still obsessed with greed, reacts skeptically.
After thinking about it for quite some time, I came to the conclusion that it would be better to end it now.
“Of course, it’s salty to eat it after collecting it all, but I think the risk is too great.”
As he spoke while tapping the magic sword hanging from his waist, the expressions of his colleagues hardened.
The opponent is now collecting masterpieces that would not be strange even if they appeared in mythology.
No matter how origin epic it is, it seems that there are few items as good as the Vampire King’s red nails, but the more you collect them, the stronger they become.
If they get too strong, Chris and his party’s theft won’t go smoothly.
After hearing the detailed explanation, Tyrone grumbled slightly, visibly disappointed.
“I was wondering if I could get one too… … .”
“Don’t be too disappointed. Those guys already have a rough idea of where the ruins are. So if you capture it and interrogate it, you will be able to find the rest of the ruins.”
“for a moment! Capture rather than kill? Those people all seem to have been baptized by evil spirits, wouldn’t that be a bit difficult?”
Illesis, who was taken aback by Chris’ words, showed concern, and he smiled lightly.
She and Tyrone are still unaware of the new abilities of the necrophobic class.
So it is natural to doubt his words.
Faced with a confident smile, Illesis decided to follow the leader.
As she knew, Chris was not one to fight a losing battle.
About half an hour had passed since then.
Around the time the sun hung in the middle of the sky slowly passed, the players who had entered the ruins rushed out. Those who became stronger by becoming followers of the evil god were able to come out as they were without any casualties.
With very bright faces, they celebrate their harvest with loud chatter.
Tyrone was about to step out to erase their smiles, but Chris quickly grabbed him by the back of the back and put him back down.
“Not yet. Illesis, use all the concealment spells you have.”
“huh? okay.”
Illesis, like Tyrone, showed a puzzled reaction, but quickly did as he was told.
The players who had the Origin Epic in their hands slowly moved away, but Chris just kept quiet.
In the end, Tyrone, who couldn’t stand it, tried to protest by raising his voice. A human figure appeared from the depths of the ruins.
Noticing this, Tyrone covered his mouth with trembling eyes.
‘I’ve confirmed that all 15 people have left? if… … .’
‘that’s right. They’re the keepers of the ruins.’
Chris nodded in response to the silent question.
The keepers of the ruins they had previously explored left as soon as their duties were done.
So, it could be expected that something similar would happen this time as well.
While Tyrone blamed himself for his short thinking, the look of the watchmen who guarded the ruins was revealed.
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Made up entirely of naga families, they seemed to be capable enough to match Nakboros.
Although they had just been released from the obligations that had bound them for hundreds of years, the watchmen’s expressions were not refreshing.
One of them, the smaller one, spits out the grievances he’s been suppressing.
“It’s good to have finished the duty of protecting the ruins… To think I had to hand over a treasure I’d kept for hundreds of years to these guys. I wonder what Argal-nim is thinking.”
“be careful. No matter how freed you are from your duties, it’s so easy to talk behind your back… … .”
When one of the naga tried to denounce a fellow’s disrespect, the leader of the naga stopped it.
The one with a much larger body than the others holds a bow similar to Nakboros.
“Leave it alone. Actually, I’m a little vain too. Even if it’s not enough skills, such a frivolous attitude. Could it be that there weren’t that many talented people in the world?”
“what… It’s not that I don’t like them either. They said they got my riddles wrong five times.”
“yes? If you have to give away a treasure, it’s better to hand it over to a more decent guy.”
The keepers of the ruins didn’t seem to like Breton’s players that much, and openly talked behind their backs.
Apparently, they did their best to help the players take the treasure.
Chris and his party greatly sympathize with their words, but hold their breath hard.
However, the yellow snake eyes of Naga, the leader of the group, are turned on them.
“What are you doing here anyway? If you were with the guys from earlier, you wouldn’t have to be so far apart.”
“Eww… … .”
Facing the gaze of the naga, Illesis bit her molars and raised her staff.
Concealment spells aren’t my specialty, but I never thought I’d be discovered so easily.
Only then did the naga learn of the existence of Chris and his party and showed their vigilance by making threatening noises.
However, the leader of the naga calmed them down and approached Chris.
“Calm down. This human still has the faint scent of his own people. Is this from Nakboros? This kind of smell doesn’t remain after passing by for a while.”
“Are you acquainted with Nakboros?”
When Tyrone muttered nervously, the boss nodded.
“Everyone knows. We lived in the same village until we were appointed as Argal’s sentinels. Is he okay?”
“Um… … .”
After hesitating for a moment, Chris briefly explained the current situation of Nakboros.
Satisfied with his answer, the boss looks satisfied and tries to leave.
Then one of the naga asked with a puzzled expression.
“These humans seem to be aiming for the guys from before… Can I leave it like this?”
“Our duty is over. If you die at that level, it must mean that you are not suitable for Argal-sama’s holy relic. Moreover, I have neither the loyalty nor the desire to warn them. If you dare to go and tell me, I won’t stop you.”
The boss, who spoke with a flick of his tongue, waved his hand slightly and turned around.
It seemed that Breton’s players didn’t like it at all.
As the other naga followed her without a word, only Chris and his party remained in front of the ruins.
Illesis, who had been nervous since being caught by the naga, sighed and apologized.
“Sorry. There must have been a gap in my order.”
“You don’t have to be sorry. I think I was caught because of the smell of Nakboros. I’m not sure if it really smells like that. Or, since it’s a snake, it could have sensed heat… … .”
Chris, who put his nose on his arm, gave up the verification and started chasing Breton’s players.
Night will come soon.
Darkness is an old friend of the raiders, but Chris intended to capture them.
If the day goes down like this and the field of vision narrows, there is a risk of missing some of them.
The party, much more hasty than before, found them before long.
The players who had consumed a lot of energy by attacking the ruins were moving at a fairly slow pace.
Chris ordered Tyrone, pointing to a tall tree.
“You tie up the feet of those who run away from there. Elesis is my assistant. Then we begin.”
“okay.”
Tyrone did not bother to point out that there were 15 opponents.
Today, his record is not very good.
If I pointed something out to Chris, he was immediately refuted, so I assumed that he would have his own thoughts this time around.
Chris, who pulled out the black stone sword that Black Hammer had made for him, immediately threw himself and stabbed one.
The surprised opponent reacted late, but the black stone sword slashed through weapons, armor, and the entire body.
As Chris admired the refreshing taste, the other players also turned around.
“Gee, surprise! It’s a surprise!”
“Be wary of your surroundings… What is it, the two of you?”
“Don’t be alarmed. One player got hit without even screaming.”
While the players, noticing the opponent’s numbers, lined up, Chris created a black orb and threw it at the downed player.
‘Sacred seal!’
The one who had been hit by the god-hater-class skill stumbled on the floor, barely breathing.
The moment the holy seal hit, the vitality of the status window stopped working, so the wound was not fully regenerated.
The sword scar that ran diagonally across his chest had almost healed, so it would be difficult to breathe right now.
The Breton players who watched it well opened their eyes wide and raised their vigilance.
“Why does playback stop? Does it have a similar effect to the Blade of Grief?”
“are you okay. Even so, it’s 14 to 2.”
“Forward the warriors! Let’s go to the training camp.”
As warriors with shields and swords rushed at them, Chris activated his skill without delay.
‘Sacred seal.’
Dozens of black spheres filled the front.
Originally, it was a ball that flew at the speed of a slug, but now it has picked up quite a bit of speed.
Even if they couldn’t, the spheres flew with the same momentum as bullets.
However, the players responded quite skillfully.
They are also warriors who roamed the battlefield in their own way.
Without this level of competence, he would not have been chosen as a follower of Argal.
As their weapons and skills pierce and explode the black orbs, Chris uses the skill again.
‘Sacred seal.’
This time, black chains quickly rose from under the feet of the enemies.
Those who focused on the spheres in front of them screamed and were caught by chains.
The vitality and mana that filled the whole body disappeared cleanly, and a sense of helplessness came.
The skills of wizards and archers flew to Chris and Illesis, but she perfectly blocked them from behind.
“The Earth Mother’s bondage, the stone wall that protects!”
“This, this… In raid formation! You don’t have to worry about the wizard in the back!”
The leader of the other side made an accurate decision even in the midst of a disastrous war situation.
Illesis is just a support, so it’s right to focus on Chris, who is the main force.
Due to her personality, when Chris is attacked, she has no choice but to focus on that side.
The players surrounding him activated their skills again.
“The light of penitence!”
“A chill that constricts.”
“Dark chains!”
A tactic similar to the one Chris and the others used against the Fist King the other day.
It is a holding that can be said to be the long term of Arios Online users.
Chris’ magic resistance isn’t very reliable.
Although it was roughly strengthened thanks to the acquisition of the Shield of Faith, it can still be pierced with the skill level of the players.
Chris, who was suffering from various status ailments, quickly activated the Anti-Magic Armor.
However, skills that do not directly affect him, such as blocking his vision or changing the terrain, cannot be answered even with the Anti-Magic Armor.
When the players who had struggled to win were absorbed in holding, Illesis tried to cut it off.
However, it was difficult for even her to block all the skills flying from all directions.
Chris is holding on thanks to the Anti-Magic Armor, but this technique consumes too much mana, so he can’t handle it.
Even his mentor, Gearic, advised him to use it only for escaping a crisis.
While Tyrone, who was perched on top of a tree, was fiddling with the Demon Palace of the Phoenix.
Chris, who was in the middle of the players, finally resumed the action.
He wrapped a chain made of divine seals around his body like armor.
Then the skills of the players bounced off powerlessly.
The one-step advanced divine seal could even neutralize skills that had already been activated.
In fact, even during the war against the Empire, Chris was as strong as several players by himself.
The reason he hasn’t shown much movement so far is to capture them alive, but more so to properly test his new abilities.
“Well, there’s all sorts of stuff… … .”
“are you okay. With that wrapped around him, he won’t be able to use the status window anymore!”
“It’s not?”
Chris, clad in chain mail, lightly denied the other person’s words and moved on.
He wasn’t an idiot, and there’s no way he sealed his own status window.
It was possible to arbitrarily adjust the effect of the holy seal since the epic class was level 1.
“I can’t. Lord Argal, give us strength.”
In the end, when even the rearguards were in a position to be defeated, the leader-level player began to pray.
Chris lowers his weapon with a very curious expression and waits for it.
Waiting for the opponent to transform or merge is a basic skill of villains.
At this point, he wanted to properly see the baptism of the evil spirit.