Chapter 301: Grandson!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Peasant felt his heartbeat thumping faster. Though it was a ga, he had normal physiological reactions.
Ten other gars who were Tanks were in place.
Lord Sherlock had grabbed Samael’s skull and was smashing it into the ground.
A ray of light shot out from where Sherlock was smashing and sent Sherlie flying out.
“It’s now! This is our chance!”
The gars thought that it was a new stage of the BOSS fight.
Peasant charged forward. In the pit smashed out by Sherlock’s fist, the bloody Samael stood up.
A few naked Gnos with shields walked over and shouted vulgarities.
“D*mn you! Grandson!”
“I’m your dad! You silly dude!”
“Hit ! Co and hit !”
“Catch , and I’ll give you so intelligence syrup!”
“Waaaaaah—!”
Samael’s clothing was completely destroyed. His damaged flesh and muscles were vibrating, and his wounds sealed up. His body looked lacerated.
Samael emitted black Mana as he opened his mouth and bellowed in a non-human voice.
“Roar—!”
With his bellow, his mouth was opened in an exaggerated manner. Even his cheeks were torn into shreds.
The charging gars stopped in their tracks at this terrifying scene, but after a pause, they continued their charging.
Samael widened his stance and aid his Pike at the gars.
A figure flashed by and hit Samael’s body. Sherlock’s knee smashed into Samael’s chest, then he raised his sandbag fist and pumled Samael’s face.
The gars were now beside Samael.
The Tanks weren’t of much use as Sherlock had restrained Samael under him. The close combat DPS gars charged in and inflicted as much damage as possible.
“Horizontal slash! Berserker strike! Horizontal slash! Berserker strike!”
The double Dagger BurningChestHair rolled to Samael’s side. He stabbed in a frenzy at Samael’s upper body as though he was drawing an intricate picture.
Compared to BurningChestHair’s ineffective attacks, Peasant’s attack was more powerful.
Peasant stabbed deeply into Samael’s ribs with his Pike. The shaft was imdiately dissolved by the black liquid Samael was bleeding.
The weapons of the gars were corroded once they touched Samael’s body. The better the quality of the weapon, the less the corrosion.
The gars inflicted damage in a frenzy while Sherlock held down Samael. Then, Samael bellowed so furiously that the gars scampered away.
Samael got up.
The BOSS was extrely powerful. Without Lord Sherlock, none of the close combat DPS dared to get near him.
“Close combat DPS, retreat! Ranged DPS, attack! Tanks, get ready! Ranged DPS, don’t injure Sherlie!” the commanding NotWearingPants shouted. The close combat DPS retreated rapidly, and a volley of arrows was fired.
Sylvanas and the archers shot arrows at Samael at a fast pace.
Samael was facing a pincer attack from Sherlock and the gars.
The damage inflicted by the gars was negligible, but the harassnt was effective.
Samael’s muscles bulged out. He wanted to deflect Sherlock’s attacks, but he was unable to focus his attention on Sherlock.
While Sherlock and the gars were damaging Samael, the muscles on his body beca larger and larger. The serpent-faced servants who were fighting the gars collapsed to the ground, their blood flowing towards Samael.
So gars attempted to stop the blood, but they failed unless they had jars with them. So gars even attempted to drink the blood, but it flowed out from their buttocks and proceeded towards Samael.
The restrained Samael exploded with a ton of energy, forcing Sherlock to back up. Samael then sucked in all the blood flowing towards him.
The blood streams accumulated in Samael’s body.
The archers fired arrows at Samael, but the arrows didn’t have their previous damage.
Samael’s body beca distorted after the accumulation of the blood and the expansion of his muscles. A second bald wing sprouted out from his shoulder with a loud tearing sound.
Samael’s aura beca more dominant with the growth of the second wing.
“Gosh, Lord Sherlock, your superhuman punch isn’t effective against Samael,” Bru said worriedly.
“Shall we try the Magic Cannons? I’m curious as to why we didn’t use the Magic Cannons and why you prohibited the gars from using them. If you’re worried about draining Mana, as long as the cannons are able to blow Samael into smithereens, it will be worth it.”
“Don’t worry, I’m still in control of the situation,” said Sherlock as he observed the expanding Samael. The two bald wings started to beco black, and feathers started appearing. Sherlock pondered for a while and said, “More or less.”
After his transformation, Samael flapped his wings and shot into the sky. The huge black wings extended in the air. Then, he dove at the gars. His goal was to annihilate them.
“Tanks, prepare for battle!” NotWearingPants shouted.
At the sa ti, Peasant ca forward and braced himself courageously against the diving Samael as he shouted, “Grandson!”
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