Villain Ch 382. Disarray

“Gon!” The priest’s voice rang out with a mixture of exasperation and irritation, the two emotions battling for dominance. His gaze locked onto the assassin, a clear demand for accountability. The chaos caused by the Killerflies was not something he took lightly.

With a flick of his fingers, the assassin deactivated his Hiding skill, materializing once again amidst the crowd. His expression was a picture of annoyance, an unspoken commentary on the aftermath of his impulsive decision.

“Here it comes,” Alice muttered under her breath, anticipating that the assassin’s response was not going to be a pleasant one. .𝘤𝘰𝑚

“Eat that!” The assassin’s words dripped with a mix of irritation and resentment.

Without a second thought, the assassin left the party, leaving it in disarray. The sound of his departing footsteps was replaced by the hum of his Home Crystal activating. In an instant, he was enveloped in a radiant light, and then he was gone.

The aftermath of his abrupt departure was palpable. The altar, once a scene of camaraderie and hunting, was now a chaotic battleground as the remaining players scrambled to regain control of the situation. The priest was left to pick up the pieces, his gaze lingering on the space where the assassin had stood only moments ago.

“Wow, talk about making an exit,” Bella muttered, a hint of amusement in her tone.

“He really knows how to stir things up,” Allen remarked, shaking his head in a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

“I think we should clean this up,” Larissa’s voice carried a sense of determination, her gaze shifting towards Allen. With a swift motion, her hand drew her sword, the blade gleaming in the ambient light.

Allen nodded in agreement, his own resolve mirrored in his expression. Disguised as an assassin, he had the advantage of close combat skills that would prove instrumental in handling the situation. His fingers deftly unsheathed his dual blades, twin instruments of precision and destruction that he wielded with expertise.

“Alright, let’s get this done,” Allen’s tone was brisk, a readiness to take action palpable in his words.

Larissa’s eyes met his, a silent confirmation passing between them. They understood the task ahead: two targets, two fighters, and the shared goal of quelling the chaos that had ensued.

“You take the right one,” Allen’s command was clear, his gaze focused on the unfolding scene. With a practiced motion, he shifted his stance, preparing to engage the enemies.

Larissa’s response was immediate. “Got it,” she affirmed, her sword gripped firmly in her hand. Her gaze fixed on her chosen adversary, she braced herself for the upcoming confrontation.

With a swift lunge, Allen propelled himself towards the Killerfly that had narrowly taken down the priest. His dual blades arced through the air, meeting the monster’s legs with a resounding clash that seemed to echo through the virtual space. The near miss that could have been a fatal blow for the priest hung in the air, a reminder of the perilous nature of their battles.

Allen’s movements were a symphony of precision and speed as if he was a master of the assassin class. His blades moved with a fluid grace, their deadly edges seeking out weaknesses in the monster’s defenses. The clash of metal against chitinous exoskeleton resonated as his blades found purchase, each strike slicing through the monster’s defenses with ruthless efficiency.

The Killerfly’s attack, intended to strike the priest, was deftly deflected by Allen’s calculated maneuvers. His swift parries disrupted the monster’s trajectory, leaving it vulnerable and exposed. As his blades connected with the creature, a chorus of damage numbers erupted in the digital space, each figure a testament to the power of his blows.

Allen’s prowess unfolded before the eyes of the onlookers. His strikes left deep gashes in the monster’s form, a vivid display of the damage he was capable of inflicting. The monster’s life force dwindled rapidly, its movements growing sluggish and disjointed.

Then, with one final, powerful swing, Allen’s blade struck true. The monster’s demise was swift, its body fell to the ground.

Larissa’s actions mirrored Allen’s finesse, each of her motions calculated and purposeful as she engaged with the monsters. Her swordplay was a dance of deadly grace, her blade finding weak points in the monsters’ defenses with uncanny accuracy. The impact of her strikes was no less impressive, eliciting gasps of awe from the observing players. The monsters fell beneath her prowess, their form fell to her deadly onslaught.

With the demise of the two Killerflies, a collective sigh of relief seemed to sweep through the gathered players. The tension that had hung in the air dissipated, replaced by a sense of accomplishment and gratitude. Their eyes turned to Allen, a mixture of admiration and appreciation evident in their gazes.

The priest’s voice cut through the post-battle chatter. “Hey, man, thanks for that. You really saved our butts back there.”

Allen nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “No problem. Teamwork makes the dream work, right?”

The priest chuckled. “Definitely. Hey, you know, our group could use someone like you. Ever thought about joining us?”

Allen glanced at his group. “Appreciate the offer, but I’m already in a pretty solid group,” he replied. “Just wanted to lend a hand.”

As if on cue, another player, a solo paladin named Kevin with a determined look on his face, stepped forward. “Hey, I saw what you guys did. Mind if I join your group? I could use some strong teammates.”

The priest looked between Allen and the paladin, then shrugged. “Sure thing. Welcome aboard.”

The paladin’s face lit up with gratitude. “Thanks, man. You can call me Kev, by the way.”

The situation just calmed down but then, they could see another group of players come. “Oh, great. Look who’s here,” Bella muttered, a tinge of annoyance in her voice as she cast a glance toward the approaching group of players. The names that appeared above their avatars were all too familiar and not in a good way.

Allen’s lips formed a grim line as he recognized the usernames: Mac, Yora, Lord*Hunter, Arrow_Master, and INeedAHotGF.

Larissa rolled her eyes, a gesture that perfectly captured their collective sentiment. “Ugh, seriously? Can’t they just stay away for once?” she groaned, her annoyance palpable.