Chapter 81: 81
Roma and Qiong Qi followed Draco's tempo, their auras beginning to build . Even though Qiong Qi would not act, he still needed to provide deterrence so that no one would bother him .
Do not look at Roma's gentle and kind nature, that was only her natural state . Similar to Draco, she had different trains of thought, or a split personality of sorts .
Whenever she practiced her mystic arts, a new personality would surface, which was callous and cold . She would disdain and kill anything that stood in her way, because the mystic arts were a twisted field of magic .
For her not to become a mad witch was only because her mind was too pure to facilitate anything worse than what she currently displayed .
Draco didn't wield his swords . He first took out Pinaka as well as a variety of arrows, nocking them as he took aim . His Void of Perfection blasted out and covered everything within 10km of himself, allowing him to hone onto them .
Rain of Arrows!
Draco began to rapidly fire shots into the air, his hands a blur and his movements profound . His face was calm and his eyes were sharp . Every single shot fired seemed to have a mind of its own as it launched into the air, adding to the barrage .
Rain of Arrows was an Archery skill that allowed one to fire rapidly and non-stop for 30 seconds and had a cooldown of 1 minute . There were no extra penalties to stamina, but his accuracy was penalized heavily .
However, he had his Void of Perfection active, which heavily compensated for his sharply reduced accuracy . What should have been only 10% of arrows striking their targets became 40% .
Various damage indicators rose into the air before him, like a field of numbers ascending into heaven . A good amount of monsters were directly killed during the barrage, and Draco's experience which had remained painfully stagnant began to rise again .
Roma walked forward with a glint in her eye as she began to chant . Her usually sweet and clear voice became androgynous and echoed on itself, as if two people were speaking at the same time .
The tip of her hand glowed with an unhealthy green pallor, as if it were the opposite of life and vitality . As she thrust her hand out, a multitude to green balls shot out indiscriminately towards some targets .
Unlike Rain of Arrows which was a skill that lost accuracy, Roma was able to maintain her precision effectively, although they both used multi-target skills .
When these attacks struck some of the monsters, their movements became slower and their eyes became murky . A greenish-purple color emerged from their skin, pulsing slowly and dangerously .
Each pulse saw these infected monsters become slower and slower until they fell to the floor, their eyes glazed over in death .
What Roma used was a true Mystic Art that did not have a name . It was a combination of her own ingenuity and the power derived from Draco . Draco himself would be unable to do same, as the only skills he inherited from her were the quick-cast type that did not require chants .
There was no sidestepping it, if he wanted to totally master the Mystic Arts, he would need to learn it like Roma did .
Roma wasn't done after that first attack . She channeled her mana, even going as far as to pull some from the world . Worldly Energy roiled as it was dragged into her body, converted first into prana and then filtered into mana .
Her chant was long and intense, the words flowing from her mouth fluidly and without pause . Her voice, which sounded like it was merged with another's, seemed to become even more bizarre as a few other voices appeared on top of it .
With a loud cry, the mana is Roma's body was drained completely as she clawed at the earth . A bright green shockwave emitted from her feet and spread over the ground .
There was a lull in the battle as every living thing that felt that pulse suddenly felt fear, even Draco and Qiong Qi .
The earth began to tremble and shake, as cracks appeared on the surface in many different locations . These cracks became wider and wider, eventually displaying exactly what had all these living beings feel fear .
A dessicated and greyish arm popped out from one of the cracks, clawing at the ground to escape its confines . This event was mirrored in all the other various cracks, as these unliving and undead entities ripped themselves out from the ground .
Majority of them were gypsies, most of them being females . Their eyes glowed in a purple light and their greyish skin was heavily scarred and blemished . Their bodies had all their parts attached, and they wore the same clothes they did when they died .
When they appeared on the battlefield, the various monsters broke free of their innate fear and rushed at these new enemies, aiming to rip them apart .
These zombies smiled viciously as they screeched in a voice similar to a banshee . They each began to chant as they also rushed out at the approaching monsters .
Their claws began to glow with the same unhealthy color that spawned them, making Draco felt like something was wrong . After all, he was aware of the hidden Necromancer class, but nothing they revived could be so intelligent, as well as use the same magic that the necromancer did .
These undead witches bit and scratched into their enemies, deftly dodging any counterattacks with extreme flexibility and agility . As their claws and teeth pierced into the flesh of the monsters assailing them, one could see them begin to lose their vibrant color rapidly .
The monsters thrashed and screamed as their very life's essence was dragged out of their body, nourishing the zombies so much that their blemished and unseemly skin started to become clean and fresh .
When they finished with their absorption, they turned to the other monsters who had blanched from fear . Some of them even began to step back with the intention to retreat .
It was only the plant monsters that looked somewhat indifferent, as they did not have flesh and blood . They began to move on the zombies with malicious intentions in their eyes and twitching vines .
For that matter, the zombie gypsies simply smirked arrogantly and began to chant while waving their hands . The green light that illuminated them turned into a blackish color, surrounding their palms and forearms .
This miasmic entity slowly boiled, converging into a form that resembled fire, only that it was unholy and pitch black . The zombies threw out their fire as they laughed manically, indiscriminately aiming for any living enemy .
Before any of these monsters could even scream, they were engulfed by this black flame . Their bodies began to dissolve like sugar in water, their flesh falling off their forms like rotten meat .
The screams were heart stopping and the sight was horrifying . Even Draco and Qiong Qi were left astounded by the sheer prowess of Roma and her Mystic Arts .
The Mystic Arts was an esoteric application of Worldly Energy, prana and mana . It was a sort of perversion that went against the orthodox path, and even those on the unorthodox path could not help but feel like the Mystic Arts were… bizarre .
It was like, one could not know or expect what new horror a Mystic Arts user would conjure next . Even their healing and supportive skills had negative effects attached, although they were much more potent than normal skills of the same category .
Roma and her zombies dominated the battlefield, and she didn't even stop casting . As long as her mana reached useful levels, she would cast a variety of spells that Draco probably could not fathom or ever hope to cast .
Her form glowed golden no less than five times, meaning in this fight alone, she had gained five levels . Compared to Draco who only gained 1 level to become level 15, 4%, his harvests were poor .
Still, he had no qualms since Roma was his person . Any strength she acquired was the same as him acquiring that power, so it evened out .
Draco earned 3 stat points per level in Rank 1, which was a sharp drop from the previous 5 per level at Rank 1 . He allocated it to his luck stat immediately, bringing it from 5 to 8 .
Luck affected the quality of drops as well as critical chance . One could literally be Rank 7, level 400 with 1 point in each field and all into luck and still dominate . That was because one's chance of getting an instant kill crit was as high as 30% regardless of enemy Rank or race!
Wow!
That was to say, if Draco could theoretically find a piece of equipment or consumable that boosted his luck even higher, he would be able to abuse this absurd mechanic .
So what was he waiting for?
Haha, what foolish naivety!
Where was one supposed to get such items from? The sky?
Even the ability potion that only gave one point required a roundabout method that only a few could use .
Draco raised his bow again and switched to single fire shots . He co-ordinated his True Sight with his Void of Perfection, utilizing his Body of Godliness to re-direct applicable force .
One should note, Draco's body was no longer human . Or it was best to say that it was no longer sub-human . He was a half-human, infinitely close to a true human like Lucifer and the other Gods .
The amount of force his muscles could move and create was nothing close to what the world's strongest man could claim to do . That wasn't even factoring the 10x boost from the Dragon Soul, rendering Draco no different from a Rank 1 Field Boss .
His arrows tore through space like bullets, penetrating his targets with almost perfect accuracy .
What was Archery?
Was it about pulling a string back and firing an arrow at a target?
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