Black Fang’s amused expression turned into one of creepy satisfaction. “Devil, Devil, Devil… You keep doing whatever you can to remain anonymous, yet you surround yourself with such flashy subordinates? You can’t simply throw a robe and a mask on these people and expect them to not be recognized.
A Healer elf with an Epic rarity weapon, an Enchanter Wizard, A Fujimori Samurai, a dog-kin assassin with claws… Well, at least your tank is inconspicuous enough. However, all four of those unique beings will be flanking a giant of a man… Do you seriously think I won’t be able to find the real you? Hehehe!!”
While the woman continued her unhinged ramblings, the elf was doing her best to keep Devil alive.
“[Divine Mend]” Seraphiel whispered, causing her staff to glow as the light shifted. Warm, golden magic poured into Devil’s body, knitting flesh and tissue back together with meticulous care. The wound began to slowly close, muscle reforming, and blood vessels reconnecting. For good measure, she also forced him to drink a high-tier health potion.
The seriousness of the situation lessened, but Seraphiel wasn’t finished.
“[Sanctify]” she uttered her next spell with her silky smooth feminine tone that was as steady and calm as possible in the situation. Holy light flared up around the wound, purging it of any lingering impurities. The light burned away any infection, sterilizing the injury from within. The healing process was complete.
“Having a competent healer like this woman is such a luxury, especially at their meager level. And she is even an elf, so she can be useful in the forests and around wildlife in general.
I bet that together with the dog-kin, traversing nature on their way to the outpost they suffered no real opposition while the other teams were fearing and fighting for their lives constantly… I think there was a report that estimated about 15000 deaths were caused in the forests as the candidates made their way to their indicated locations due to the Greenskin invasion, other forest dwellers, and of course, candidates killing each other.
Yet our Devil likely took a comfy trip to my drug outpost… Life truly isn’t fair. Kekeke!”
While the Healer worked, the Heralds flanked their Phenom’s slumped form protectively. Their loyalty shone through not only in how they surrounded him, but how worried they were for his safety. “Look ahead ladies, and gentlemen if any of you are a man…” Black Fang snickered.
Some of them were obviously females, but others didn’t speak and had completely hidden their bodies behind armor and clothes, so it wasn’t completely obvious. “I get that you’re worried for your Phenom’s life, but you watching the healing process won’t speed it up… Kekeke!
It would be pretty funny if someone managed to kill Devil because they didn’t guard him properly… Oh, the juicy drama that would ensue in their ranks…!”
Yes, Black Fang was getting more invested by the second not only in Devil but his team as well. So much so that she didn’t even notice when one of the vipers bit into the back of her knee, hoping that her soft skin there wouldn’t hold tight. It was right, since some venom managed to weasel its way into her fragile-looking body, but it did not affect her at all.
– Pov: Quinlan –
My epic battle with the Phenom team concluded with me only getting three assists since I couldn’t finish them all off on my own. Not only that, but I almost died as well. I’ve never seen my HP percentages drop to such a dangerous level.
That sight made me want to put even more of my future free points into Vitality, but… I can’t neglect my other stats, especially since putting points into them is in a way makes me tankier.
If I had 20 extra Agility maybe I wouldn’t have even suffered a minor injury, so it stands to reason that I invest in my other stats as well. That’s the way Ayame was our tank until Lucille appeared. She just killed her enemies before they could kill her, and used her Agility and natural acrobatic talent to dodge what she had to.
The reason I have time to even muse about these things while being in the most chaotic battle of my life is that I’ve found myself riding on Lucille’s armored back with my arms clinging around her neck. I’ve put her axe away into my storage ring so that I can have a comfortable rest while she carries me to safety.
The girls killed the remaining obstruction that stood behind us and a nice, safe corner where we could set up our formation properly before they rushed for my help, so now we just had to get there. Ayame and Blossom were acting as the vanguard, me and Lucille in the middle, and Seraphiel was following after me while casting healing spells on me one after the other when they came off cooldown.
My HP is already full, but according to her, we had to make sure I don’t suffer infections and the like.
Interestingly, despite my HP being full I’m lightheaded as hell, hence me getting taxied by my lovely fourth woman. I guess all the blood I lost needs some time to be regenerated… or something like that. I’ve been always cheating during my biology tests, I have no clue what’s going in on my body, especially now that I’m a primordial.
“Devil?” Lucille asked as she turned her head to glance back at me.
“Yes?”
“I got Warrior 10 and can now choose a specialization, but I’m uncertain…” Oh. That reminds me, I’m still a simple Warrior too. I think it’s soon time I embrace the way of the saber. I’ve been a bit on the edge because of its sealed nature, but I like it a lot even as it is, and I’ve watched enough anime to know that it will be OP once it’s unsealed.
“What’s there to think about? I’m sure you got an axe-wielder one. Axeman was it I think?”
“Yes, but there’s another one! I think it might be good, too.”
“Spit it out already, old lady. I don’t have all day.”
“Hmph! Says the guy who’s busy daydreaming on my back. Anyhow, it’s Berserker.”
I couldn’t help but have my eyes flutter wide open. That’s a badass-sounding class for sure. “Is it one of those rage ones? Jump into the fray and hope for the best?”
“Yes… It’s a bit scary. The lower my HP is, the more durable I become and the more blood I shed the higher my Agility and Strength stats get, but it says my mind will be affected and it will be hard for me to run away from any opponents who dare challenge my supremacy on the field of battle.
Also, it’s not a tank class, so I don’t think it would fit what we need now as a team… It even has a penalty for wearing heavy armor. Says all bonus stats are reduced by 50% for heavy armor and 25 for medium.”
Yikes. That means she needs to run around in leather armor like a barbarian or suffer penalties. For now she sure as hell won’t be doing any of that. Before I could respond I saw her glance around nervously while embarrassingly coughing into her palm, “and that I get a 10% bonus to my base stats if I wear no light armor, and 25% if I’m naked or in underwear…”
“Just from your tone, I can easily tell what your heart tells you to do. Go ahead, become a Berserker. We will get a proper tanker as soon as possible. Your bloodthirsty axe would be wasted on a tank anyway. As for your stat booster ‘attire’… We’ll talk about it later.
For now, you remain in your heavy armor.”
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The eyes through her visor glowed energetically, “Thanks! I love you, baby!”
