Novel Full Chapter 479 Dear Lucy
Chapter 479 Dear Lucy
Villain Ch 479. Dear Lucy
The Swordsman Ghost appeared like any other ghostly figure in the dungeon, but he bore distinct characteristics that set him apart. His spectral form donned a tattered, blood-stained warrior’s attire, a chilling testament to battles long past. His sword, a sinister blade with an ominous aura, was eternally marked by the crimson stain of countless lives. Despite his ethereal state, he exuded an unsettling presence that hinted at the malevolence he once held in life. With his hollow eyes fixated on an invisible horizon.
“A swordsman?” Bella said, a hint of mockery in her words.
“You better not underestimate him,” said Larissa, summoning her Blood Manipulation skill.
“I don’t. It’s just…” Bella cringed. “I thought the boss would look even scarier than that,” she said. She expected the boss to be uglier, wilder, like a mad swordsman carrying three swords who wore pirate clothes and always got lost. But this? This was too similar to the swordsman ghost they faced before.
The mini-boss’s steps came to a halt. His blank eyes remained fixed on them. “I have to bring justice… Evil must disappear from this earth,” he murmured, raising his sword and pointing it at them. “Come to me, my comrades!”
An eerie spectacle unfolded. Five healers, five archers, and five mages materialized behind him, their spectral forms emerging like apparitions from the darkness. Allen and his companions were stunned in silence as this spectral party assembled.
“Now you get what you want. Congratulations, Bella,” said Shea with a hint of teasing.
“Uh… thank you, I didn’t expect that,” said Bella with a slightly panicked hint. Her eyes were fixed on the row of ghosts that had just appeared. “That is definitely scary,” she added, a hint of sarcasm in her words.
Without a second thought, Allen extended his hand to the side. His black sword, Nightmare, appeared in his hand. “You guys know the drill, right?” he confirmed, his eyes locked onto the swordsman ghost who kept muttering something about justice, punishment, and evil.
“Yep,” said Larissa. “The question is, who wants to handle the swordsman?” She looked around at her companions, awaiting their decision.
“I’ll handle him,” said Allen, a grin of excitement on his lips. “I want to know how strong he is,” he mused.
“Fine, he’s all yours. We’ll handle his minions,” Zoe responded with a small smile.
“Thanks,” said Allen, determination in his eyes. The rest of the group prepared to engage the ghostly healers, archers, and mages, ready to face whatever challenges this mini boss would throw at them.
The row of ghostly archers and mages began to attack, their skills and arrows rained down upon Allen and the group. Zoe swiftly responded, her tentacles raised high. The tips of her tentacles morphed into deadly Water Cannon blasters. She unleashed a torrent of powerful Water Cannon shots in quick succession. Each shot cut through the air like a precision missile, intercepting the incoming attacks.
The mages’ fire spells and arrows met in a dramatic clash. The fiery projectiles collided with the rain of arrows, generating a massive burst of steam that enveloped the area. This steamy barrier momentarily obscured the vision of the archers and mages, creating a curtain of confusion.
Seizing the opportunity, Allen activated his Shadow Step skill with precision. In a flicker of darkness, he disappeared from his spot, reappearing directly in front of the swordsman ghost. His black blade, Nightmare, was drawn and ready for a powerful strike.
The swordsman, his blank eyes reflecting an eerie determination, reacted swiftly, hoisting his blood-stained sword to block Allen’s impending attack.
– Clang!
A loud, metallic clanging reverberated through the chamber as their blades collided, sending sparks flying.
Despite the swordsman’s quick defense, Allen’s strike found its mark. His obsidian sword managed to land a forceful blow on the ghostly swordsman’s arm. The blow created a dark, smoky wisp that dispersed into the surrounding air.
[You have slashed Strong-willed Swordsman Ghost for 432 HP]
“Hmmm…” Allen mused, his head tilting slightly as he locked eyes with the eerie swordsman before him. The sight was unnerving, to say the least. Unlike most monsters and players who would groan in pain when struck, this mini boss remained unfazed. Its expressionless visage and pallid countenance gave it an otherworldly, sinister appearance, akin to a character from a horror movie.
The unsettling stillness of the swordsman ghost made Allen uneasy, even as his grip on his black blade, Nightmare, remained firm. The ghostly figure’s inhuman demeanor was a stark contrast to the battles they’d faced thus far.
The ghostly swordsman muttered “Dark Energy,” and an unseen force surged toward Allen, much like Allen’s own Telekinesis Blast. The invisible power pushed him backward, the effort clearly visible in the trails his feet left on the floor. Determined to remain upright, he swiftly planted his sword into the ground, halting his involuntary retreat. With his other hand extended forward, Allen countered with his Stone Curse skill, targeting the swordsman.
The eerie mini boss, a hollow specter fixated on the pursuit of justice, found itself ensnared by Allen’s spell. Its movements slowed, and its body stiffened as if turned to stone.
Allen’s Stone Curse completely took effect, the swordsman ghost became encased in a petrified state, its movements stilled, and its form resembling a lifeless statue. This momentary victory gave Allen an opening to strike the finishing blow. He forcefully yanked his sword from the ground and lunged toward the immobilized enemy.
However, just as he prepared to deliver the decisive strike, an eerie chant emanated from behind the swordsman. A haunting voice intoned, “Dispel.” The swordsman’s frozen state was instantly shattered, and it regained its freedom of movement. The Dispel skill had broken Allen’s spell.
The swordsman ghost, freed from the Stone Curse, swiftly regained his mobility and raised his blood-stained sword with eerie determination. Allen didn’t waste any time and launched his Demonic Orbs at the swordsman. The sinister spheres of energy shot towards their target, crackling with malevolence.
In an incredible display of agility, the swordsman deftly parried the Demonic Orbs with his blade. A cacophonous symphony of clashing metal rang through the air as the orbs collided with the ghostly swordsman’s weapon. Each impact sent sparks flying, creating a mesmerizing display of power and resilience. The swordsman’s deflection demonstrated his remarkable combat skills.
Seizing the moment while the swordsman remained focused on deflecting the Demonic Orbs, Allen once again employed his Shadow Step skill. He vanished from his spot and reappeared behind the ghostly swordsman. In a swift and calculated motion, Allen’s hand brandished his darkened blade, aiming to sever the ghostly swordsman’s limbs.
With precision and expertise, Allen initiated his attack, targeting the swordsman’s legs. The black sword cut through the ethereal figure with astonishing speed. The grotesque scene unfolded as spectral limbs fell to the ground, dispersing into the mists of the eerie dungeon. The swordsman’s ability to withstand pain and injuries was uncanny, but even he could not avoid the inevitable.
[You have cut Strong-willed Swordsman Ghost for 3432 HP]
The severed legs of the ghostly swordsman crumbled to the ground, vanishing into mist. Defying any sense of mercy, Allen delivered a swift kick to the swordsman’s upper body, sending it spiraling into the air. With the ghostly torso suspended in the middle of the chamber, Allen seized the moment to unleash his powerful Demonic Lance skill.
Black, malevolent lances erupted from his hands, darting through the air with uncanny speed. They pierced the ghostly swordsman’s body, impaling him in mid-air with chilling precision. The spirit of the mini-boss hung lifelessly in the eerie atmosphere, pinned by Allen’s relentless onslaught. The grotesque image created an unsettling tableau of darkness and violence.
A series of announcements appeared.
[You have stabbed Strong-willed Swordsman Ghost for 1234 HP] X50
His HP drained to zero, ending the battle in a climax of darkness and despair.
The swordsman’s last words drifted through the room like an echo of fading despair. “Why… I lost…” he murmured, his voice growing fainter before finally falling to the ground.
[You received Broken Sword 1 ea, Bloody Letter (quest item) 1 ea, and 5345 Coins.]
Allen’s curiosity was piqued by the sudden appearance of the quest item. He extended his hand toward the ghostly swordsman, invoking his power to enslave the apparition. The malevolent presence yielded, and the swordsman became bound to his will. Then, with a sense of anticipation, he opened his inventory and retrieved the Bloody Letter.
“Guys, I found something,” Allen announced, raising the worn piece of parchment for all to see. The group gathered around him, their faces reflecting curiosity and intrigue.
The letter was an eerie find, its crimson writing stark against the aged paper. As they read, the words spoke of a grim tale, a darkness that lingered in this forsaken dungeon. It hinted at a deeper story, one that beckoned them to delve further into the mystery.
“Dear, Lucy. I’m sorry, I won’t be able to go home. The emperor and his subordinates attack the underground secret military base and make us turn against each other. His demonic energy poisons everyone’s minds and takes over them. I no longer know who my friend or foe is. The high official decided to cut us down and close this place’s access in and out. We are trapped inside. If you find this letter someday, I just want to say that I love you so much. I will fight to the last drop of my blood to stop them.”