"Underworld Ritual!"
Imdiately after Minerva pointed her staff toward the elves, a multitude of ghosts rose from the ground and flew in that direction, howling and hurling various attacks.
In that sa mont, the dark claw that reached out from the summoning portal suddenly clenched and the incoming ghosts exploded.
"What?!" Minerva couldn’t help but be shocked at this scene.
She had previously fought against 5th Circlers and knew that this skill of hers couldn’t be easily countered. However, right now, this summon just neutralised a large chunk of the ghosts with just a gesture.
Even though more ghosts were rising from the battlefield, nobody couldn’t deny the power of this new summon.
While that thing was crawling out of the portal, the dogfight between the wyvern and the serpent ca to an end. After multiple Wing Hurricanes, the fire-breathing spiritual snake finally dissipated.
But Droge was also injured in various places due to the fight. Although not severely wounded, these injuries still hindered his ability to fight at his peak.
Right now, nobody was celebrating when the commotion above ended. Instead, everyone felt an unease in their hearts looking toward the elves’ side.
"W-What is that..." Calliya stumbled backward as the summon fully exited the portal. She’d never feared anything this way.
Ash’s expression was grim as he stood at the forefront of the monster force, looking at a giant, nearly 20 feet tall abomination swatting away Minerva’s ghosts.
Any attacks that landed on its body only did miniscule damage and even if wounds opened up, they healed quickly before other attacks could land.
This new summon was almost all black, with so patches of gray. It looked sowhat like an ogre but that’s where the similarities ended. Built like a primate but having three eyes and snout horn like that of a rhino — Its mouth was full of long, razor-like teeth through which a nasty, red tongue slithered.
"An Evil Totem Spirit!" Her expression was exceptionally grim. As a necromancer, she quickly identified what those summoners had brought up.
Even for soone who dealt with aspects of death, corpses and souls, this thing was almost a taboo.
"I can’t believe it... Are they not afraid it’ll turn on them?" Irene, who was beside Minerva, asked in concern.
"They must’ve had a prior agreent." The necromancer replied, pulling out a mana recovery potion. That AOE spell had almost completely drained her.
But since the twin sisters, Numa and Mary, were also casting support spells on her, Minerva managed to regenerate much of her lost mana. However, she didn’t feel secure in the slightest.
Looking up, she saw the Dark Knight floating alongside the wyvern. Below them, a horde of frightened monsters howled. Even the brave tribal orcs were looking grim at the mont.
On the 66th Floor. When Lena sensed the presence of that Evil Spirit, she promptly went to notify Yvonne.
Although the crimson dragon was at the 5th Circle, she didn’t have the connection to this dungeon like Lena had. So, when the fairy ca to her looking all anxious, she was amused.
"You’re not seriously telling to go there, are you?"
"Yes!" Lena huffed. "T...They’ve summoned another spirit!"
"Is it powerful?"
The dungeon fairy closed her eyes at that question and opened it a mont later, mustering up all the seriousness on her face.
"You must go."
Seeing this, Yvonne stopped smiling. "Since my master has told to accept your requests if it’s urgent, I’ll go this ti."
Scales began forming on her delicate, hourglass body which soon expanded in size. Suddenly, a terrifying, draconic aura spread from her. It was as if an apex predator had awakened.
"Open a passage." Yvonne roared after transforming into her true dragon form.
...
"You should just surrender!" Fiona sat on the galleon’s lifeboat with legs crossed, smilingly looking at the five pirates who surrounded her. All of these 3rd Circlers held great positions in the pirate crew.
The purser and the boatswain each brandished their daggers, circling the homunculus. The short quartermaster held a long staff which she pointed at Fiona, its orb glowing with a dangerous light.
The sailing master was almost completely naked and wore large gauntlets. Lastly, the gunner held an unusual launcher with magical patterns on it.
A normal 4th Circler would rather negotiate with such an ard group of pirates, but Fiona’s expression was lax. Afterall, she just had to keep them occupied for the ti being.
The pirate girls knew this. At the mont, they could see that their captain was having a hard ti against that demon.
’We can’t get tied up with this woman. You three attack at once. When she’s distracted, Rosy and I will go aid the captain!’ Jocelyn, the quartermaster, discreetly casted a ntal spell to inform her mates.
Fiona, despite her rank, wasn’t aware of these pirates’ plot. However, she was hyper cautious. So, when she sensed a minuscule movent in the surrounding mana, she imdiately pounced at the quartermaster.
"Now!" Jocelyn shouted and cast a barrier, which only lasted half a second before breaking.
However, that much ti was enough for the dagger wielders to clash against the homunculus.
Shiiing!
Fiona’s hands turned into curved swords with which she blocked her opponents. A loud shockwave and bright sparks were generated. Overwheld by Fiona’s strength, the two 3rd Circlers crashed against the weather deck’s mast and railing.
Grabbing the chance, Jocelyn activated the legacy spell of her magic staff, her hands trembling in nervousness.
"Vines of Agony!"
A superior-grade magic circle conjured endless green vines, but Fiona cut through them like butter. While this fearso abomination was occupied for a couple of seconds, Jocelyn swapped position with the sailing master.
"Quick, Rosy!" She cast a haste spell on herself and her fellow pirate, dashing toward where the captain was.
But before they could reach far, a violent stream of mana burst from behind and a thundering sonic attack hit both.
anwhile, Jake, who was grabbing the struggling Pristina by her neck, looked back to see the commotion.
"Ugh, she’s taking too long."
"A demon, huh... Do you really believe you’ve won?" The woman he held spoke in a different manner at this mont, causing him to turn back.
"You, a man..." Pristina’s previous shocked and dreadful eyes now only contained hatred.
Boom!
Lightning pierced through the stormy clouds, highlighting a set of bizarre patterns on the pirate captain’s cleavage and neck area.
Suddenly, a thick evil mana burst out of Pristina, repelling Jake several feet away. The mana turned into a black miasma which spread all over the deck.
Jake could feel as if he was back in his dungeon. But this feeling only lasted for a brief second as Pristina let out a feral cry. All of the evil mana began converging on her.
"It can’t be..." Jake finally realised what was happening.
As the mana entered her body forming unknown, dark patterns and transford her, the pirate woman’s deanour changed. Now, her irises were crimson red, lips black, and skin pale. Her long hair was freely flowing with the stormy wind.
All of her wounds had healed but her dress was cut in various places. Pristina held a dangerous but smiling expression which had a gothic charm to it.
"I should thank you." She said, stretching her right hand at her sword which trembled and shot toward her.
"So it’s like this." Jake’s expression was grave.
This pirate woman was a natural corrupt.
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