Lorian’s Phase 2 pattern is very simple.
After summoning lion summons and dispersing aggro, he would use ultimate skill that stacks defense buffs and deals damage proportional to your defense.
That’s all.
But the problem is that even though I know it, I can’t prate through.
Each of the Lion summons have ogre-level stats. No matter howte-game it is, it’s not a stat constitution that can be ignored.
So it would seen a better choice to kill the summoned beasts first and then apprehend Lorian, congrattions if you did, but oh my God, resummoning would f*ck you left and right.
Then you would think the order is wrong.
Yes, it’s a rule of the thumb to kill the summoner first.
But even if the target is shifted to Lorian, he won’t take any real damage.
Because the defense stacked is too high.
What if you scrape off that disgustingly thick she’ll and dwindle his health?
Then…
Ever heard of potions?
What was the name of the potion…
Full potion?
Something… Full blood..?
It would turn your hard work into fool’s turd.
‘It gets really f*cked up then.’
I think I gave up after trying about ten times. No matter how annoying it was, in the end, it was just a game. yed for fun, abandoned when done.
‘But I didn’t expect to see this armor now.’
Why did ite out now when it only emergedter in the game timeline?
I’ve only culled one of the Four Heavenly Kings just yet, the Lich and the Subus Queen remain.
Did I morph the game plot too much?
Was it the simtion and derision that spurred Lorian to overachieve?
A worm of self-reproach writhed in my stomach but that was something to worry aboutter.
“Did you beg your father?”
Yeah, it’s family Inheritance. I hate nepotism.
“..what?”
“This is your family heirloom, that much I know. Ugh, why are you forcing yourself to wear something you can’t even use properly?”
Unlike the game, it was embarrassing topare the white lions summoned with Lorian into Ogre ss construct.
It seemed that the buffs he had werecking, so the ultimate result was absurdlycking, and the ability to control it seemed to becking as well.
What was he thinking?
“Position these into safe hands of mine. I’ll give it back to youter when you can use it properly. Until then, it will be confiscated.”
While Lorian was raging inside, I scooped away the lion’s shield. The guy came to his senses only after being mugged like an idiot.
“What are you doing!”
“Uh, confiscation?”
He had stretched out his hand to ask for it back, so I quickly hid the shield behind my back. Then Lorian opened her eyes wide. Seeing his eyeballs quivering, dude must be upset.
“Stop the nonsense and give it out!”
Lorian brandished his sword, asking for the shield.
It had not caught my attention, but now that it did, its special nature didn’t escape my perusal.
Should I confiscate that too?
‘No, that wouldn’t look good.’
I don’t even properly know about the sword.
Let’s focus on what we clearly know.
Thinking so, I blocked Lorian’s sword attack with Lorian’s shield.
“Hey. Take it easy. The shield might get scratched!”
“Why you, filthy bastard, are concerned about my shield!”
“Don’t give it fucking scratches! No, you don’t!”
The sword that harnessed the sword spirit streaked a blue trajectory and descend. I swung the shield in the vertical direction of that trajectory. Ting! The hand holding the sword bounced off and Lorian’s posture copsed.
I let go of the shield and clenched my fists.
“Have yourself mendedter.”
I couldn’t Ieave his arms and legs intact.
[Active]
-Temporarily doubles strength
-Armor Pration 50%
I swung my fist hard into Lorian’s stomach. A mocking expression donned his face on my stupidity. That expression contorted the moment I jammed the fist in.
“Keuhuh..!”
Lorian backed away with a pained expression on his face and looked at his abdomen. Seeing that his armor was intact, his eyes widened.
“How is this…”
“Ever heard of soft punches?”
Startled by my words, Lorian raised his head.
Toote prat.
I hooked my heel behind Lorian’s and grabbed him by the neck and mmed him to the floor.
“Ouch..!”
The back of his skull connected with the floor with a dull thud.
I immediately jumped on top of his midriff as he struggled to stand up and grabbed his sword-holding hand and wrist. I tried to break it as it was, but it didn’t snap.
He is also a tough guy.
Taking a deep breath, I tightened my grip in one vice mp.
“Quaaaaagh!”
With Lorian’s scream, his wrist snapped. Of course, his half-turned wrist didn’t have the strength to hold the sword, and his sword ttered to the floor with a clear ring.
I roughly kicked the fallen sword and sent it skidding away.
– Crack!
“Keuuugh!”
Then the guy swung his fist with his intact left hand. Grabbing the fist, I twisted it like his right hand.
– Crack!
“Goddammit…!”
Lorian gritted his teeth and endured the pain. Even so, the fact that his eyes were alive stated he hadn’t given up yet.
He wriggled underneath me, trying to throw me off.
I m my fist into Lorian’s face. I don’t know if it was because I was bare-fisted or because Lorian’s skin and skeleton were so strong, but it didn’t seem like he was even getting hit.
“Move!”
Rather, he started struggling like a mudfish to shake me off.
Okay.
“I would-”
Crack!
If it doesn’t work, do until it does.
“Son of…”
Crack!
“F*cke…”
Crack!
“Bas…”
Crack! Crack! Crack!