Ludwig moved ahead, back on track following the chains with his eyes.
He needed to act fast, as he realized that the chain that had sprung out earlier must have caught its target and is now withdrawing as it began to pull back. If he were to lose the only trail he had, he would probably not find the source of what's going on and be lost in this dungeon.
Finally, the corridor opened into a large, dimly lit chamber. The room was a stark contrast to the narrow passages before it, with vaulted ceilings and walls lined with faded tapestries depicting abstract, nightmarish scenes. At the far end, a massive, iron-bound door lood ominously, faintly glowing with arcane energy.
Scattered around the room were eight figures. all Djinns, their glowing eyes betraying their otherworldly nature despite their humanoid forms. So sat at a crude wooden table, gambling with worn dice and laughing raucously. Others leaned lazily against the walls or nursed drinks from grimy mugs.
"Eight people…" Ludwig said, he knew they didn't have much of a chance in fighting them if they were all to co at them at the sa ti, then he'll probably get a fast eting with Necros tonight.
his mind racing as he assessed the situation. His eyes flicked to the door, where the chains disappeared through small gaps at the edges. He clenched his fists. That door was the key to this whole ss, but there was no way to approach it without drawing attention.
"Should we go back and call for backup?" she asked.
Ludwig thought for a second, he didn't have the power to overtake eight of these Djinns and he knew it, especially with how enclosed this area was. The mont he steps in, he'll be exposed and they'll surround him and Alva. And from what he saw from her, she was completely useless. Though he wanted to know what's behind the door where the chains were coming from, it wasn't worth the risk. So far, they can still withdraw.
He was about to reply when the chains were retreating had finally brought its victims with it, several dozen people were wrapped up in the chain and were dragged across it, their souls screaming in agonized hoarseness that only Ludwig could hear.
"Let's head back…" Ludwig said. Though he couldn't help any of the souls here, he didn't find it in him to risk his life for any of them as of now. Though unfortunate as it may be for Kassandra. He was no hero. This was as far as he could personally go.
"INTRUDER!"
The voice shook Ludwig's heart though he had no heart.
And almost instinctively, without missing a beat, his mind already spun into action alongside his body.
Alva was left stupefied as she saw Ludwig sprint forward while everyone who was sitting was still trying to understand the situation.
Ludwig's scimitar had already lobbed the first Djinn's head.
[Critical!]
[You have slain a Djinn in one hit!]
Obtained 2x Weak Soul.
His scimitar imdiately flew with Undead Strength at the second Djinn who was still confused about the situation as he has yet to realize that the hot liquid that sprayed over him was his drinking companion's blood. The scimitar sliced right into his eyes, followed by a powerful kick to the chest that threw him back.
The closest Djinn tried his best to pull out his scimitar only for ludwig's own weapon to find his heart first, dropping him in one hit.
[Critical!]
[You have Slain a Lesser Djinn in one hit!]
Obtained 2x Weak Soul.
Ludwig tried his best to eliminate another, but in those three seconds, the rest of the guards had already drawn their weapons. The elent of surprise was over.
Two were eliminated and one was incapacitated. But that still left Ludwig fighting against five others.
Ludwig knew from the start that he was no trained powerful swordsman of so renowned family, nor did he truly learn the way of the sword. All his training with Joana was nothing but basic training. He knew he couldn't take on several people at once, especially with how lacking he was in terms of skill and fighting experience. Everything in this situation was against him, but he knew one thing for sure. What if you can't out-skill them, overpower them.
'Use four weak souls,' Ludwig muttered under his breath.
[You have obtained 400 souls]
That was a pretty huge sum of souls.
[Your Soul Level has increased to 11]
"Increase dexterity by ten," Ludwig rapidly added the points he obtained. Ten in dexterity for a total of 30. Allowing him to use the Scimitar to its full potential, the rest he dumped between strength and wisdom equally. Costing him a total of 400 souls exactly.
The closest of the Djinns rushed Ludwig, who easily dodged as the increase in dexterity allowed him a better scope of movent. A dexterous body has better reflexes and this showed with just an increase of ten points.
"Who the fuck is this?" one of the djinns said.
"Grab him!" another ordered and two of the Djinns jumped at Ludwig trying to pressure him in a two-against-one.
Just as Ludwig took a step back to gain so distance, the farthest of the two djinns that tried to assault him stopped as he coughed out blood, spitting a massive amount of it as he noticed the sharp yet overly thick rapier piercing right through his chest.
The sword ripped out with force and revealed Alva who flicked the blood on her weapon to the ground.
"He has company
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