Ch.47 Simple Geography

Avanlo screamed in pain as he was sent flying, landing on the floor with a wet slap. Before he recovered from the agony he felt a new mass of mana taking aim at him.

Sending a signal to his weapon its many wings lock together, creating a circular shield. The beam hit and failed to leave a scratch on the wings.

Assessing his injuries, fear covered his eyes. Half his waist along with one of his legs was missing, the wounds left behind showing traces of frostbite, cauterization, black spots, and melting flesh.

What truly made him panic were the slowly growing black spots. As one of the Churches Knights, he's been sent to deal with the evil creatures of the Abyss World and these come from their vile magic. Able to resist or outright nullify the power of faith, only water magic can remove them easily.

Activating the enchantment, (Dawn of the Sun), his body started to heal rapidly. The black spots, refusing to leave, cluster together on the regrowing hip.

The blessing manage to heal his leg, at the cost of half his faith power. The spots on the other hand fused together stubbornly sticking to his flesh like maggots.

Worried and desperate, Avanlo forces the enchantment on his shoulder guards to overdraft, making it glow blindingly and finally removing them.

Upon removing the last bit of the spots the golden sun imprint dimmed, cracks appearing around the metal hood.

On edge after the close brush with death, he took a look at where the beam came from while blocking another one aim at him.

Before the mass of severed vines escape back underground, a glimmer of silver could be seen being protected in the middle.

That thing looked like a ball of liquid that reflected his face, not unlike a pool of water.

Not wanting to fall for another trick and also worry that the boss had other hidden tools, he chose to play defensively from now on.

The dungeon should have run out of mana already, thanks to the shackles, and that beam seems to drain too much energy as well.

He could only assume the Dungeons uniqueness has helped it hold on till now. The earth mana which the shackles can't seal should also be helping.

Avanlo started to Dodge and weave using most of his sword's wings as a shield to block the beam. Although powerful, it couldn't Pierce through the shield.

Having set his pride aside Avanlo did not allow the vines that would randomly surface alone. Either by sending blade waves or sending his wing blades to intercept, his focus was on finding those silver liquids.

Those defensive actions started to take a toll on the boss making Malpetios start to worry. Taking advantage of the Lily's skill (Chlorokinesis), he slithers around the room dodging the Knights attacks while trying to find an opening.

His unorthodox way of dodging while he attacked caused the Lily a lot of distress.

Without its roots planted firmly in the ground, a feeling of asphyxiation became more prominent. The snake-like movement pressured and constricted the Lily's body.

At first, he ignored it, supplying the earth mana its roots needed. But it was quickly losing effect, especially when the more delicate roots were ripped off or constricted.

However, a feeling of rejection grew louder and louder, to the point (Boss Fusion) was losing effect. Malpetios came to the conclusion that he can hyper impose his will onto his boss but not go against their very instincts as a creature. But he really had no choice! Taking a look at his Statistics He started to panic

Prismatic Dungeon Core: Malpetios

Mana: 500/500

Elemental mana: 001,100/421,474 (5,355 per hour)

Pure mana: 0

Mana stone(full): 01/23

He cants go on like this! Everything I try is useless, the Knight refuses to let his guard down, constantly using (Prismatic Beam) has bottom out all my mana resources, not including the mana used to rapidly heal the Lily.

I'm down to my last Mana stone, I hadn't put much thought into it, after all, how can someone have more mana than me? The reality however was completely different.

Not only does he have a defense I can't penetrate, but the bastard keeps drinking a potion overflowing with mana. Taking a look at the severed vines digging thru the ground he makes up his mind. Cradle Inside them were four silver liquids, his last trump card.

(Mirror Slime): The rare evolution of a slime who has eaten enchanted glass.

Rank: 1

Attacking power: 5

Magic power: 20

Defense power: 10

Magic resistance: 150

Agility: 100

Special skill: Adaptable stomach, Fluidity, Reflective Body.

Fluidity: Vastly improves a slime's body scalping ability. Upon taking the desired form you can turn solid at will. Increases Agility.

Reflective Body: Can refract or reflect energy masses up to the limit of magic resist. Attempting to reflect energy overcapacity would disintegrate the user's molecular structure.

This is my last shot, all or NOTHING!! Uncoiling from the snake-like form the Lily's instincts immediately kick in, forcing me to take root. The feeling of rejection quickly passes as a feeling of relief came to me.

The Knight, seeing I had stopped, attacked instantly with blade waves, not forgetting to keep most of his weapons wings for defense. Avanlo felt the boss gather more mana than ever before, he smiled, this was its last struggle. He was not going to let it do any more tricks, however.

At worst, he will have to repair his weapon, there's just not much that beam can do its rank four defenses.

The moment he was waiting finally happened. With his senses focused on his aura, he felt the earth's movement, a total of thirty pits open vines bursting out of them.

He searched for the silver liquids, preparing to attack them as needed. However, they seem to have disappeared with only vines he easily dispatched left.

Refusing to drop his guard, he kept his blade waves on the corner of his eye. Before they reach the boss he finally saw the glimmer of silver hidden in the vines, right on the path of his attack.

The liquid expanded into the form of a triangle, the boss shooting a massive beam at it. Knowing it was another trick, he stopped attacking the vines, bringing his wing blades close to protect him.

What happened next shocked him. The beam hit the triangle first, splitting into fourteen smaller differently color beams as it went thru the silver triangle.

His Shock quickly turns to fear as a pitch-black beam melted the blade waves instantly. Avanlo ran away from it at top speed while the others clash and broke his blade net, some of which had mana auras he has never sensed before.

Dodging and blocking the mana not causing him fear, saw him safely escaping. Sadly for him, his troubles had just begun.

In a triangle formation, three more silver liquids jump out of the pits, with Avanlo in the middle. These ones took strange forms, the only thing in common was that the other two were visibly on their surface.

The first triangle started to lose its shape, parts of its body turning to dust. As if stubbornly resisting what was happening to it, it began to tilt and turn, seemingly aiming at something.

The pitch-black beam was redirected towards the closes of the three liquids, as the Knight face lost all its color.

Trying desperately to destroy or even move one of them, he overdrafts his weapon, its golden whip-like blades attacking the one farthest from the beam.

Unfortunately, the speed of the beam was not something he can handle. Just as the blades reached it so did the beam, melting the weapon like acid.

Connect to it by his faith power Avanlo recoil in pain, the feeling akin to needles piercing his brain. "ARRRGGGHHHH.......!!!" While Avanlo screamed in pain Malpetios gave the slimes their final order.

The first slime sacrifice itself turning to dust. Malpetios took advantage of this by forcing the remaining beam to break apart, allowing him to reclaim some of the mana back.

While that happened the other slimes quickly turned into the shape of different lenses. One to act like a shotgun, one to act as a focused beam, and the last one to act like a laser blade. This broke the constantly reflected beam between all three of them after it has gathered as much of the black energy as the first slime produced before its death.

Malpetios nearly jumped in joy seeing as he was about to win. Taking one last look at the Knight he did not see the fear of death, but mockery. A strange box-like object was taken out of the mantle of golden feathers on his waist, glowing in a strange light.

The item looked like a rubix cube yet not, like a munch of shapes cluster together, yet not. Changing constantly as if not having a permanent form was to be its natural state, confined in a box.

Suddenly, the space around the Knight opened like a mouth, swallowing him, all my black beams missing.

He had disappeared.