Arthur was no dumb. The possibility of the scream being the act of another type of creature was high, as it would make more sense, considering the entire city was devoid of life, sward with undead creatures.
The speed with which he traveled through the city was incredible, making it almost impossible for the draugrs to chase him.
He made his way toward a decayed house, the place where the scream ca from. There was no one inside, but there was sothing that caught his attention, and in fact, made his entire body shiver with fear.
A small square made of wood, filled with crystal clear water. The important part of that thing was not the water or the base, but what Arthur could see in the water’s reflexion; him!
It reminded him of a security cara showing the current house he was in. The feeling of being watched, the sa feeling he had when first entered, returned!
Was it the person the mysterious skeleton talked about? It was the only one Arthur could think of at that mont.
All the others who were taking the test with him were on the previous floor, and even if they left the sixth floor, they would not be in that part of the city.
“This motherfucker!”
The feeling of soone watching you was unpleasant. Whoever it was, it sent the screaming to get Arthur in that place, to make him frightened.
It was a warning, saying, ‘I am watching you’. Arthur was a little scared that the man would be more powerful than him.
There were lots of places he wanted to go, and lots of people he cared about. Arthur did not want to perish in that place, so the only thing he could do was go after the inheritance, and get the hell out of that place!
After seeing there was no one to be saved, Arthur glanced at the ‘security cara’ and showed his middle finger. He did not know if people in that world understood its aning, but he did not care!
Now, with a flaming desire to get more power, Arthur dashed toward the location where the inheritance was. He did not care about those draugrs, passing through them like a rocket.
Those who could still stop his dashing were cut in half, destroyed by his spells, or even punched to death by his bare hands.
“I will hide most of my abilities, as I am now sure soone is watching . That person is probably inside the palace. Hum, let’s see if you are strong enough to face .”
He kept going and going, killing everything that blocked his path, until finally reaching the bridge that led to the castle.
An imnse gate was right after the bridge, and in front of it was a tall old man with three arms, a long robe, and one golden ax.
It looked like a human, but its skin was pale, and the size of its body was beyond the normal human aspect, having close to five ters of height.
The ax on its hands was also imnse, proportional to its big sized body. When Arthur got close to the gate, that old man, who had its eyes closed, opened them up, gazing at Arthur.
“Level 80, strong!”
Way different from the weak draugrs Arthur faced. That strange creature was soone strong. It would be a tough fight, and if he wanted to maintain most of his secret attacks a secret, the fight would be even harder!
With a lot at stake, Arthur clasped his sword, preparing for the fight he would have in the next monts. The tall old man did not care for any of that, and did not speak a word, as if he could not.
Perhaps that creature was like those undead, but slightly stronger. Maybe it was the leader of the guards from the city, who unfortunately had the sa path as all the rest.
Arthur would not back down. Could it be waiting for soone to appear and fight him all those years? Arthur felt pity when the possibility ca to his mind.
When the creature was 20 ters away from Arthur, it jumped, attacking down with its impressive ax. The strength of such an attack was sothing that even Arthur was afraid of.
Clashing against it was prone to be a stupid idea, so he opted for the most obvious choice, and that was to sidestep the attack, avoiding it with the best of his capabilities.
It worked, but the creature wouldn’t allow Arthur to have a room to breathe, attacking once again with its ax, but this ti, it had magic!
Behind the ax, the ethereal figure of a lion appeared, roaring out loud, increasing the speed and power of the ax by at least tenfold.
The attack took Arthur by surprise this ti, and it went so fast toward him that not even his teleport spell was cast.
With little options, Arthur changed the form of his sword to a shield, focusing everything he had on blocking the attack.
Boom. The force of it sent him flying 50 ters away from the exchange. His body hit one of the castle’s walls, creating a hole in it big enough for two people to fit in.
Pain. Sothing he was used to, but sothing that did not happen often. The enemy this ti was not simple, and it would take Arthur more than a few attacks to take it down.
Arthur looked up toward the man, who was running toward him already! Barely two seconds had passed since he was sent flying, and the old man was attacking once again with its ax.
It was like a madman. A fighting addicted who did not fight in years! The situation was dire, but it kindled sothing inside of Arthur. A flaming desire to fight, and improving after each attack!
What if it hurts? What if he could not show all of his capabilities in that fight? He would win using all the tools he had available.
The ax ca striking down, and this ti it was not powered by a spell, so it was much slower. Arthur sidestepped it again, jumping right after the attack, sending a punch at the old man’s face!
A sound of soone punching a resistant rock echoed through the area. The skin of that old man was tougher than Arthur had thought.
It was a shocking scene, but the most impressive feat happened afterwards.
The third arm from that old man, which was smaller thus hidden beneath his robes, appeared.
Arthur did not have the chance to defend against it, and a powerful punch hit him on the face, making his nose bleed. Not only that, but the creature sent an elbow attack with its left arm, which was free as well.
It hit Arthur right in the belly. He was sent flying once again!
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