Chapter XLV Battle in the Dungeon


    Phyllis leaned back in the chair waiting. She knew her opponent wasnt far away, and she was currently the temporary boss of the seventh floor. She knew that the Archpdin already had the key to the boss room. Being the temporary dungeon boss came with some rather unique advantages. She opened her status and took a look at the new simplified status window. It was very easy to understand.<table><tbody><tr><td>


    Name: Phyllis Greybeard</td><td>


    Level:188</td></tr><tr><td>


    Health: 2,000,000</td><td>


    ss: Arch-Spellsword</td></tr><tr><td>


    Mana: 8,000,000</td><td>


    Sub-ss: Dungeon Mistress</td></tr><tr><td>


    Shields: 4,000,000</td><td>


    Titles: Dungeons Mate, Bordertown Guildmaster, Temporary Dungeon Boss,...</td></tr></tbody></table>


    It was much simpler, and omitted things like regen, and attack, but it still had some of the needed info. Thanks to her temporary status as a dungeon boss her stats had been boosted ordingly. Mostly in health, mana and shielding, but at her level those boosts were huge. The Dungeon Mistress subss was actually fairly new, and reced her old one after she had mated with Misaki. It was a pretty good ss. So she felt the trade was worth it. As she waited she spent the timeposing herself for the fight ahead.


    Contrary to her concerns Dewari had barely pestered her about choosing to fight, but the circumstances had changed. Misaki making her a temporary boss helped, but that aura was the real changer. The ability to make a temporary boss was something all dungeons had, but it had a number of restrictions. Most of them managed by the gods. Phyllis had only been valid for the selection because the pdin in the dungeon was so much more powerful than the normal minions. In fact, being made a temporary boss was the only condition that Dewari allowed the fight. Her status as a temporary boss would end in about a day, and Misaki wouldnt be allowed to select another temporary boss for a month, but it was useful. Another factor in her favor was that her magic had been seriously boosted by that world event, and the pdins light element abilities had been weakened. The result was that the match would be far more even and the boosted health and mana pools that came from being a boss just tipped things in her favor.


    Finally she heard a clinking sound, and looked up to see the door opening. In walked a man she had only seen once, but not since before her transformation. It was Archpdin Nathaniel. He seemed to have been a decent man then, but she had never really liked him. While to the masses the church was a beacon of good, she had already seen its dark side then. The fact that Nathaniel was turning a blind eye to that dark side is what irked her the wrong way. His more recent actions though had dropped him quite a bit more in her book. She didnt expect him to recognize her as she did him, but he surprised her.


    Phyllis Greybeard, I didnt expect to encounter you here, but I take it that the spectral girl was referring to you when she mentioned an opponent.


    Nathaniel looked around the room after he entered. It looked like a fairly normal boss room, and sittingfortably in an borate chair was Phyllis Greybeard. He had heard her described a few times, but had not met with her when investigating the dungeon. In order to prepare for this trip. She was a small girl with a modest chest and a slender figure. A small silver bra cupped her breasts, and around her waist was a silver mini skirt that stopped halfway down her thighs. The swelling of her exposed midriff made it painfully obvious that she was a few months pregnant. Her purple hair was currently done up in a cute side tail. Overall the clothing was not something he had expected to see her wearing. He had heard that after her transformation she had taken to wearing cute dresses. Then again, he hadnt expected to meet her down here either and he said so. While taking up a ready stance. Phyllis did the same her chair disintegrating as if it was never there.


    Spectral girl? Was she a bit taller than me with very dark almost ck hair and ck eyes. Wearing some old decidedly low-quality mage robes that were straining to contain her bust? asked Phyllis. He found the description fairly urate even if she omitted the girls wless creamy tan skin. The kind of tan one would get from being outdoors most of their lives.


    That sounds like the girl I saw, he replied while keeping an eye on her movements.


    She smiled, and replied, Despite the clothing, that was a goddess, the Primordial God Queen.


    He smirked. This dungeon was the territory of the goddess Dewari, and she had clearly been interfering when she had spirited his men away, I doubt that. It vites divinew for her to even be here.


    Phyllis took a step forward andughed. He knew there were exceptions to the rules he had just referred to, but he very much doubted applied here. Even if he couldnt be certain, especially given that he knew nothing about the Primordial God Queen. Then in a blur of speed Phyllis rushed forward, her de swinging for him.


    He parried the blow, and shuffled to the left before unleashing one of his signaturebos that ended with a wave of light mana. With equal skill, and speed she parried his blows, and countered with a wave of lightning mana. He felt his own shields weakened from the mana, but he was sure he had gotten a ncing hit in return.


    It was not often that he got to fight someone on his skill level, and he realized this battle was going to take awhile. He transitioned from hisbo into another with each swipe of his de a wave of light magic would ripple off, and Phyllis would counter blocking each with the skill of an experienced swordsman. Her sword wreathed in lightning, and sparks flew each time their des met. To the outside observer, he knew they seemed to be evenly matched, or it might seem that he was winning because he had her on the defensive. That, however, was not the case. Normally he wouldnt be concerned about the additional magic damage caused by the shockwavesing from her de, but they were far stronger than they should be, while his own were weaker than they should be.


    After the third seemingly fruitless exchange, he stepped back, and began to circle his opponent and she did the same. Each one was waiting for an opening. A single mistake could decide the victor. Not that he wasnt aware of who this battle favors, but retreat wasnt an option. The doors had mmed shut when he entered, and since they were boss room doors they wouldnt open until the boss was defeated. He considered using the artifact he was carrying, but she was too close for it to be useful. She would easily be able to stop him and wound him if he tried to use it.


    That left him forced to engage in swords, but before he could make his next n of attack. She suddenly unleashed a force barrage with her de. Powerful elemental shockwaves rippled against his position. He couldnt dodge them, so instead, he channeled his divine light mana to block the attacks. The results werent what he expected. His mana barrier proved far weaker than it should have been and shattered under the barrage. Which then took a massive chunk of his shield. However, it bought him just enough time to jump out of the danger zone before she could wound him.


    Then from the dust, a de wreathed in fire came at him. He brought his sword around and parried the blow, and returned abo of his own. Which was then parried and countered. He risked a quick nce at his status, and while his health was still full, he noted that she had managed to reduce his divine shield by nearly two thirds. He felt a rush of exhration as it had been years since an opponent hadst pushed him this far.


    Then he was forced to parry another flurry of blows, that were apanied by ming shockwaves. Some of which burned furrows into the walls behind him. Which made him d they were having this fight in the dungeon. Anywhere else, and the coteral damage would be difficult to deal with.


    As soon as he could he then countered with one of his best techniques. Twelve powerful blows augmented by powerful bursts of light magic were unleashed. Phyllis countered with a spell that augmented her agility, and evaded the barrage. The resulting shockwave shredding the floor and walls behind where she had been standing, and then he was forced to whirl. His attempt to parry her attack failed by the slimmest of margins and her de connected with his torso just below the ribs on the lefts side. With a shimmering re of light, the divine shield that protected him failed. Having absorbed most of the blow, the de then bounced harmlessly off his armor.


    Rather than let her try that again, he unleashed a quick flurry of blows intended to knock her off bnce, but with her buffed agility she easily countered and parried every blow. Scoring numerous ncing hits to his arms and legs. While he cast several pdin skills to buff his own fortitude. Pdins didnt get many speed spells, however, so he couldnt do anything about her enhanced agility. Even with the new spells in y, she was wearing him down more than he was her.


    Finally, after one of her blows, he managed to connect a hit to her as she danced away. The blownding on her thigh was absorbed however by her own shields which were still working, but it knocked her off bnce allowing him to score several additional hits before she could recover. Then she spun out of range, and then jumped back for more distance before countering with another force barrage.


    He jumped to the left, and managed to evade the worst of it, but took several ncing hits. Which managed to blind him just enough that she managed to get a good hit that flung him into the wall behind him. He groaned and coughed a small amount of blooding with the hit. He cast another fortitude enhancing spell, and charged. He couldnt let her keep the distance she had as those force barrages were lethal. Another wave of fire came right at him. A ward of light barely managed to deflect it, and then he was in range for anotherbo.


    He unleashed a flurry of blows, which she danced out of the way from and then she struck him with three quick jabs to the torso. He felt each one, but ignored the pain, and the feinted an attack to the left, and came in from the right managing to score a hit to her torso. This time her shield vanished and she grunted slightly. As she danced away seemingly unharmed as she cast another spell of her own. Then all around him exploded as runes he never saw her ce red to light. His armor cracked, and he could feel mana leak from the cracks. The enchantment weakening as its durability dropped.


    He, however, had ced a few traps of his own, and she was moving towards one. So he activated it. A wave of light mana rippled out from it, and yet she emergedpletely unscathed. Well at least it looked that way, and he couldnt be certain he had an effect. He was really beginning to hate this world event, as it had greatly weakened the only magic type he could use. As a Pdin, he had focused entirely on Light magic, but now he was wishing that he had at least learn another element such as fire.


    Not that he had much time to grumble as he was forced to defend against another force barrage, but despite his efforts, several waves of mana hit him. Each one draining his health and opening wounds on his body. Only his fortitude spells allowing him to absorb their force. Seeing that he had onest shot at winning he activated his ss trump card, A Pdins Last Stand. It was a powerful if tricky to use skill, that required his health to be below twenty-five percent to even use, but it would bolster all his stats. He shot forward with all the speed he could muster and unleashed a fury of sword attacks forcing her to defend. Most of his attacks were parried as her already boosted speed allowed her to keep up with him, but a fewnded ncing hits. Mostly to her arms and legs as for obvious reasons a good swordsman always protected their center.


    This continued for a good ten minutes before his skill started running out of steam, and then she unleashed a powerful counterattack. That caught him off guard. Mana shockwaves flung from her de with each strike, and one of them sent his sword fly moments before her de plunged into his neck. Still, as the message popped up he felt he did well as his opponent was covered with cuts as well, even if not a single one had hit her belly which she had guarded more zealously than any other part of her body.<table><tbody><tr><td>


    <b>You have died!</b>


    <b>Realm of False Death Effect will activate in 2:00 minutes</b></td></tr></tbody></table>


    He was not however looking forward to the teleportation. After a couple of minutes wait he feels the magic take effect, and then she appears naked in the dungeon square. A new message box appearing in front of her.<table><tbody><tr><td>


    <i>Hello there. I hope you had fun with that fight, and enjoy your new form. While I may have let Phyllis be your opponent, I cant let you challenge the dungeon again. At least not until it bes stronger. As such to be more fair to dungeons, I have added a barrier that prevents anyone twenty or more levels above the strongest minions of a dungeon to enter, in a party greater than one. That means if you want to get your old body back, you either wait for the dungeon to get stronger or somehow solo it without getting killed once. I do wish you good luck, and since I enjoyed your fight I gave you a gift. A body any Solean woman would be proud to haveplete with wings and talons. I hope you enjoy life as a Draviri, and I gave you knowledge on how to craft their weapons and armor.</i></td></tr><tr><td>


    <i>As a side note, I have also taken you under my wing, and you are now my first pdin in this world. By thews of this world this is perfectly legal, since your own patron is dead and consequently frees you from the obligation to avenge him. It also means that your Grand level Divine quest is no longer valid, and has been reced with one more appropriate to your new status. I have also given you a new name, Umeko.</i>


    <i>Oh almost forgot you know nothing about the Draviri. The Draviri are a lesser race created from the blood of my race to be warriors. They have a natural warrior mentality, and while they are not as gifted at magic as my kind they are decent enough at it. They also dont have our signature Skylords Breath ability, but their signature weapon the Vkirpensates for that deficit. The Vkir is a gauntlet weapon that draws on the user''s mana to generate deadly red energy spheres. While they look like us, their wingtips give them away. The color of the tips give away their specialty. Ill tell you about thoseter and in person.</i>


    <i>Also do note that unlike us, youy eggs. This will happen about once a month, but if you are feeling frisky it will happen more often. When ites time toy eggs the female ispelled to find a strong mate, and take them. I do hope you enjoy the new instincts. I have the feeling I am forgetting something else, but I am sure it isnt important,</i>


    <i>Sincerely,</i>


    <i>Arlie of n Countryman, the Primordial God Queen</i></td></tr></tbody></table>


    Reading the message she frowned, and then started to take stock of herself. She was much smaller than she used to be. The sign to her left had been about half her old height, but now it was taller than her. Behind her back, she could feel an enormous pair of wings. They were covered with scale-feathers, and the tips were colored a lovely sapphire blue. While the rest of the wing was blue-green. Looking down she had a small pair of perky tits blocking her view, but with a little moving, she could see that her feet had been reced with powerful looking talons. Probing further she found the slit between her legs, and by touch, it seemed no different from a normal girls. She still found herself worried about thatying eggs bit. She found that her hair was now long, and had changed color to match her wingtips.


    Before she could inspect herself further, someone from the guild came up to her and said, Come along sweetie, and we will get you sorted out and some cute clothes...


    Her expression had darkened when she had been called sweetie, as it implied she was a child. She knew she was an adult, but something about cute clothes set her off, and she started screaming at him. It took her a moment after she stopped to sort out why, and realize that she had no problem being naked, and was having difficulty with the idea of wearing anything that didnt have a protective benefit. In other words, the only thing she wanted was a nice set of armor.