The Monastery Part 4
Hello readers, long time no see. Sorry for taking that uninformed leave. Anyways without much due I present to you this 4th part of 'The Monastery'. Don't forget to comment below and follow in the panel on the right of the screen. If you have not read the previous parts or you want to read all the parts together click over here.
The Monastery
The Monastery
Jan 4
After enduring a sleepless night I resumed my schedule
according to which I had to break through at least half of the 13th
ring of defence. The security here was much tighter than I had expected and I
think that I would not complete in the time limit. This was the first time a
type D had appeared in my journey. They almost look like humans except for the
fact that they are made up of rotting human flesh. They are easy to kill if
there are no other types of fiends around. They are slow but cause lot of damage
once they hit you.
The 13th ring was hard to pass. There were at
least a hundred type C’s and uncountable Type A’s and B’s. Type A’s and B’s are
a piece of cake with weapons like the magewhip and the Magical mace but they
are small but nimble and fragile but deadly, so if you encounter too many of
them at a time they can cause trouble. The only difference between the two
types is that the type B’s have more health, are purple in colour and have
deadly claws.
This was the first time I used my mace. I was surrounded by
about 5000 type B’s all closing in on me so I took out my mace, raised it above
my head and brought it down with all my might. It hit the ground with such
force that it rattled my jaws. It unleashed a wave of destruction and killed
half of the fiends. The effort had drained me though. I could not do it again
so I unsheathed my xblades and went amongst the ranks of the fiends and slashed
until they were all gone into the world of dead fiends.
Another time 7 type C’s had circled me and I knew the
magical mace was less effective against the type C’s. I unleashed my Dabiliharo which I had picked up when I was
coming up towards the 13th ring. It was probably of another fiend
hunter that had come here in pursuit of my sword and died. It was a big long
and heavy sword. Its grip was just like a normal sword but its length was three
times that of normal swords and it was twice as thick and with twice the width.
The curves on the edges easily sliced through the flesh of
the type C’s, instantly killing them.
I was in the middle of the ring when I thought I had to take
a break. Making an encampment in the middle of a ring of security was a
challenge but I managed to do it and I slept in the encampment for the night
only to resume my journey to the centre of the ruins.
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