Abyss Summoner

Chapter 500 - 488: Puppet Master

Elwin’s speed was incredibly fast, perhaps this was the innate talent of the Dark Elf. In such a narrow place, Elwin’s strength was greatly restricted, especially since Chen Feng ordered him not to use archery, which might be somewhat overly demanding.

Yet Elwin did not hesitate at all. Almost the instant Chen Feng gave the order, he raised a dagger and rushed toward the opponent.

In one corner of the wall, the monster’s face remained hideous, the vacant gaze unchanged, even in battle there was no sign of excessive expression.

After all,

what kind of rich expressions can you expect from a corpse?

The narrow space was not suitable for using elemental attacks, so Elwin tried to engage the opponent in the most brutal hand-to-hand combat to settle the score.

An alloy dagger.

This dagger had been reinforced by a blacksmith, making Elwin’s attack even fiercer.

But the monster wasn’t completely without its own tricks. Upon seeing Elwin, it raised its fist as if a massive rock weighing several tons was about to crush down, ready to shatter Elwin’s frail body in the next second.

The ballroom seemed to tremble from its frenzy, its arm surged forward, oblivious to any obstacles!

The monster intended to use its most proud strength to tackle the Ghost-faced Spider!

From the moment the monster appeared to when it attacked, only a few dozen seconds had passed. Its nails, glowing with a black light, suddenly slashed down, carrying an unstoppable terrifying wave. Against this horrific power, Elwin had no way to resist.

However, Elwin had the [Agility] trait. The monster’s offensive was mighty but slightly slower. Elwin lowered his body deftly, avoiding the deadly blow.

Soon after, a grinning face appeared beside the monster. At this moment, she was even leisurely licking the corner of her lips with her tongue, her teasing intent unmistakable.

"Pfft!"

A flash of white light swept by.

The Dark Elf wielded the dagger in his hand, slashing directly across the monster’s arm, and immediately, a section of the arm fell to the ground.

Chen Feng’s eyes flashed with a hint of approval.

The Golden Tier might not grant Elwin Flora’s strength, as she was a Master of Fist, whose discernment and combat skills were far superior to Elwin’s.

Nevertheless, without relying on a bow, the monster before Elwin was just a brainless brute wielding sheer force.

Elwin attempted to press the advantage and aimed to cut down another section of the opponent’s arm, but at this moment, the monster suddenly went berserk, its eight arms flailing, its sinister body surged like a Flood Dragon, in tandem with the grim aura and several heads on its back, all seemed to awaken, becoming more vigilant.

Ordinarily, human arms cannot bend completely backward without causing them to become disabled.

Yet moments ago, the monster bent several arms backward to block Elwin. This lethal injury from a human perspective was no cause for concern to the monster.

Seeing this scene, Chen Feng was even more convinced that this was merely a specially crafted puppet, unafraid of breaking because it was originally a corpse.

Without pain, it could act with impunity.

At this moment, Elwin’s plan was disrupted, and the monster turned to face him, unleashing all its strength stored within its bones, a punch crashed down on the ground as though it could demolish fortresses.

Elwin watched this unfold, pupils contracted, swiftly retreating backward, but the monster did not pause for a moment, pursuing closely behind, like sticky glue that would not let go.

The entire ballroom barely spanning a few hundred square meters, after several evasions, when Elwin was about to dodge again, he found himself backed against the wall!

Oh no!

The monster seized the opportunity, raising its arm high. If this blow connected, even with Elwin’s Golden Tier body, he would suffer some severe damage.

At this critical moment, a murderous aura, like a chilling wind, filled the entire room.

That ancient, desolate air coursed with fear erupting from the depths of one’s body, an aura specific to a Devil.

Lu Wei had been with Chen Feng for a while, acutely aware of the importance of the summoned beasts accompanying his master. He knew the importance of the dark-skinned girl to Chen Feng and did not hesitate for a moment, leaping to the attack.

Lu Wei looked at the monster, a white mist-like aura enveloped him. He raised his hand, ten fingers slowly protruding.

At the same time, Chen Feng even heard the distinct sound of bones grinding against each other.

Lu Wei’s finger bones launched like stones, the speed incredibly fast, almost instantly covering the distance between both parties.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Ten bone fingers, ten skulls.

In a mere instant, ten heads on the monster erupted.

The power of the Bone Demon manifested at this time, Lu Wei wielded the ability to regenerate bones. Taking advantage of this, Elwin swiftly moved out of the monster’s attack range and came before Chen Feng.

Elwin knelt on one knee, his face pale: "Master... Elwin has failed..."

Chen Feng shook his head, "Each has their specialty, your forte lies in archery and speed, not combat techniques. To cut off an arm in that situation is already remarkable."

Elwin was momentarily stunned, not expecting Chen Feng to praise him, after a brief moment, he hastily bowed down in gratitude.

Compared to Elwin, Lu Wei, who had merged with two Devils, inherently possessed melee prowess. Now he slowly walked forward as if strolling, no sign of urgency or panic, placing his right hand on his neck as a scratching sound echoed again.

As before, Lu Wei extracted his vertebrae, for him, bones were more reliable than blades.

Closer now, when only a meter away from the monster, Lu Wei swung his right arm, capable of piercing gold and stone!

With a loud shout, Lu Wei unleashed a ferocious attack that tore through the air.

"Pfft!"

With ease, Lu Wei shattered the monster’s defenses, immediately tearing a wound in its abdomen, but not a drop of blood flowed as one might have imagined.

He did not cease his slaughter.

To Lu Wei, this seemed a form of release, gripping a vertebra in his arm, his otherwise obscure eyes remained calm, even if stained with blood.

Like a form of self-protection.

During battle, he shielded most of his emotions.

"Rip!"

With a loud crack, the monster’s body was split in two. In the face of Lu Wei’s transformation, the monster stood no chance of resisting.

It was all over.

Chen Feng took a few steps forward, observing the chaos in the hall from the monster and his subordinates’ scuffle, seemingly searching for something.

Truly an interesting character.

To have produced so many puppets in this remote place, then... where was the hidden antagonist?

Chen Feng scanned the room and finally fixed his gaze on a prone corpse. If memory served, this body hadn’t moved at all from the start...