[Centaur Khan / lee]
[Health: 1,900/1,900]
[Mana: 600/600]
[Damage: 120]
[Movent-Speed: 250]
[Skills]
[Burning Hooves]
Cowards who avoid the Khan face a fate worse than death Damage 70
Stun 3 Seconds
[Galloping Wind]
The Khan sprints with its massive body, its dominant aura striking fear into the depths of its enemies' hearts All-Speeds 10% Stun Probability 4% Duration : 20 Seconds
[Endurance]
The Khan and its allies outlast and outlive enemies against all odds All-Regeneration-Speeds 4% Attack-Rate 5% Stun 2%
[Earthquake]
The Khan rears then all hell breaks loose All enemies within 20-ters range receive Stun 1 Second
What the actual fuck! How am I supposed to kill this thing? Daemon just gawked in shock while checking the enemy which was already starting to materialize in front of him.
What it lacked in height, this Centaur more than made up for in length. Its lower body was a horse's white body covered in what seed to be silver chainmail with another layer of black tal Armor in the form of many segnts. Its upper body was that of a very muscular bronze-skinned man with a pair of really long arms, holding a huge and heavy-looking black Spear, arms, chest, and head are also covered in the sa black Armor.
"Humph. How dare you Summon this Khan?"
"You can speak?" The boy was shocked, pleased, but also wary when he discovered this fact.
Snort.
The Centaur ignored him, looked around, then twisted its lips to show its disgust, clearly judging the environnt which was full of obstacles as unfavorable.
Daemon sensed the hostility from this Khan and felt on edge as the air seed frozen solid. He groaned inwardly, already regretting his action of opening the Mystery Box!
Yet he clenched his jaw and his fingers tightened around his Weapons.
The Centaur Khan shook its head and sighed before looking toward him with burning eyes, then reared like a proud stallion. "Since you've Summoned to this world, then... you can die now!"
Clang.
Daemon parried the thrust of the black Spear with the black Sword he’d confiscated from the Skeleton King, then jumped because his enemy's two front hooves were about to hit the ground.
Neigh. Boom.
It felt like this part of the forest was experiencing an explosion. Daemon followed his two actions with a third because he understood that giving this enemy the chance to gain montum was dangerous—it could Stun him with its Passive Skill if lucky or forcefully Stun him with one of its Active Skills.
He threw the Great-Axe, aiming at its belly from the side to force the Khan to evade in the other direction. His two Spears thrust from the front with a downward angle to prevent it from activating its Galloping Wind, which would send it on the offensive at the very mont Daemon would be landing on this uneven ground that could leave him unbalanced.
Tsk.
The Khan opted to retreat instead of dodging sideways. It opened its mouth, "I see you're not completely useless after all... But I've never seen your kind before. What exactly are you?" It tilted its head, digging at the ground with its hooves. "Forget it. You'll be dead soon anyway." It lunged once more.
The corner of Daemon’s mouth twitched faintly as he parried the second thrust from the black Spear. The Khan was trying to get under his skin.
He didn't dare lose focus, noticing how its Movent-Speed—which was already fast—had increased even more. Yet he held his ground, slower but wielding more Weapons and matching its Strength blow for blow.
Daemon stayed alert, evading or parrying, blocking only when he must, because he’d felt his movent delayed a split-second the first ti he was forced to block.
Now! Critical Blow.
He tid his attacks perfectly, bringing both the black Sword and Katana down at an angle while delivering sweeping blows with the Spears from the sides.
He struck just as the Khan’s Galloping Wind ended, smirking inwardly when he saw shock and annoyance in its eyes. It kicked the ground to jump backward. As if I'd let you go that easily! Rush.
Daemon kicked off to keep up with its movent, swinging both Swords to seal and block the black Spear’s trajectory. He refused to let it exchange blow for blow.
"Don’t overestimate yourself!" The Centaur was infuriated. It twisted sideways and kicked one of the Spears with a hoof suddenly coated in burning fire!
Clang. Crack. Ting.
The strike was so fast that even with six eyes Daemon barely saw it. The Spear blade deford and broke into steel fragnts. The blow Stunned him, freezing him in place. But thanks to Critical Blow, the Khan also froze, fear in its eyes.
Its left hindleg bled, the bone by the hoof clearly broken. It wondered why its enemy seed to smile.
Whizz.
It heard the familiar sound—the Great-Axe he’d thrown earlier—now flying straight for its backside thanks to a thin inconspicuous chain.
It panicked. The black Armor on its body might not withstand a direct hit. It wanted to strike him down before the Stun ended but now had to protect itself.
"Co at , you bastard." His voice snapped it out of its thoughts. Daemon had recovered sooner than it expected, mocking it.
When it ignored him, it regretted it instantly.
Got you, bitch! Daemon thought with a demonic grin.
He still held the advantage and "ragdolled" the Centaur Khan from pillar to post for the next few minutes. Even its superior All-Regeneration-Speeds couldn’t save it. He bashed its head inside its black Helt when it refused to surrender.
Sigh.
Daemon knelt next to his vanquished enemy. A necklace with a large green stone slid off its crushed head. He grabbed it.
[Life Pendant]
[Vitality: 30]
[Endurance: 20]
He placed the Life Pendant around the neck of his central head and felt both Vitality and Endurance surpass his Strength—previously his highest attribute since killing the Skeleton King. His Health and Stamina bars now overtook his Mana bar.
[Mystery Reward]
[Chain Lightning]
Hurl a bolt of Lightning at a single enemy or allow the Electric Current to travel between multiple enemies
Single-Attack : 150% Damage Stun 4 Seconds
Multiple-Attacks : 80%, 60%, 40%, and 20% Damage Stun 3, 2, 1, 0.5 Second
"Fuck yeah! Finally so kickass Magic!" Daemon raised six celebratory fists skyward.
He dragged the Centaur Khan’s carcass back to the campsite while humming, examining its black Spear—Supre-Quality like the Skeleton King’s Sword.
He tossed it to Runa. "Remove its Armor and feed it to whoever wants horse at." Then he stored all his Weapons in his Inventory and settled onto his Iron Throne, closing his eyes with a satisfied grin.
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