~THUMP, THUMP~
“DISEASED BITE,” the elite zombie rushed at Stark, wanting to eat him alive as revenge for killing all its minions.
But… it was futile.
“=)” suddenly, Stark’s clone snapped its fingers, the golden lines on its body glowing brighter than ever before, “CRIMSON PURIFICATION!”
~BOOM~
A wave of holy energy surged from the clone, enveloping the elite zombie in a blinding light. The zombie let out a guttural scream as its decaying flesh began to disintegrate rapidly, unable to withstand the purifying power of the skill.
After all, if Stark could use a skill, then his clone could too, which meant that he could use [Crimson Purification] twice.
Smoke was coming out of the elite zombie’s flesh as it was affected by the holy aura coming out from the clone’s body.
“-142719!” although it was weaker than Stark’s attack, it wasn’t even that far in comparison.
And so the zombie elite fell to the ground again, it wasn’t dead or anything, but just too weak to even move as it just lay there.
“Gr…o…a..krz…”
“Damn, undead monsters really are nothing now,” Stark was astonished: the skill worked way better than he ever thought it would, able to take down dozens if not hundreds of undead instantly if they were within the range of the holy aura, “Well, let’s just kill this guy!”
“DOMI-CHAIN RESTRAIN,” he summoned the chain in his hands and threw it toward the zombie, its face and body facing the cold ground.
But…
~GRAB~
The zombie moved its arm at the last second to block the chain, then used his other one to break it in half…
“Groa…k…” it began to get up for the second time, its spirit hadn’t left it yet (well yes it did, but you know), “GROAOROAK~” and after a few seconds, the elite zombie was back up again.
It had lost one of its arms, its leg had a chunk of it, and overall its body was in worse condition than before, even though it was already bad at the start.
[Elite Zombie HP: 83462/400000]
It had already lost three fourths of its life from the two [Crimson Purification] skills, and even though it was back up and seemed to roar in anger, it was apparent that its movements were weak.
But…
“UNDEAD REGENERATION!” suddenly, the zombie activated one of its legendary skills.
The ash that was scattered all over the hallway began to float in the air, then after a few seconds, it started heading toward the elite, precisely in the spots where it was damaged: its legs, and head.
It couldn’t retrieve its arm since it was already detached from its body, but…
“+175000!” it got back a lot of its health, plus the ash of the other monsters had actually managed to heal its leg and the part of its head that had been destroyed, meaning that except for its lost arm and some small destroyed pieces of flesh, it had mostly recovered its previous form.
“…” Stark didn’t even seem bothered by this: it had lost an arm, so it was still much weaker, and even the zombie should know it, as it didn’t retrieve its complete confidence even with that much.
~STEP, STEP, THUMP!~
Yet again the giant zombie began rushing ( slowly as its speed stat was low) toward Stark.
Its movements were weak, its body was scarred from the damages, but it was still coming for him.
“DISEASED BITE…” the giant zombie jumped at Stark, its gaping mouth opened to swallow him whole.
…
[Skill: Diseased Bite]
[Description: A massive bite that will surely kill, but the special power of this skill is that those swallowed or bitten by the zombie will also transform into one of them, now under the control of the elite forever…]
…
“GOAIRAKK~” the zombie’s mouth was now right in front of Stark as he was ready to bite him.
But…
“AURA SMASH… MERGE,” Stark’s [Superior Clone] was already ready for this, and so Stark didn’t even bother moving out of the way.
The clone had immediately begun charging up the fist the moment it saw the zombie lying down, and although it didn’t expect for it to get back up, it didn’t matter much since the attack had already been ready.
And so…
~FWISH, VIOUM~
The clone sent the giant fist, two times the size of the zombie’s head, toward it.
~BOOOOM~
As it was currently jumping horizontally to eat Stark, the fist hit it straight on, breaking some of its already destroyed teeth and smashing its head in more than before.
“GROAKFKQ~” it couldn’t even reach Stark that it was sent away in the opposite direction, crashing against the wall at the very end of the hallway.
“-113928!” the damage was very good, able to damage the zombie’s corpse even more so than it already was.
Oh, and as for the reason why [Crimson Purification] did just a littlez more damage than this attack against an undead was because although that skill was extremely strong against undead beings, it didn’t specifically mean that it could massive damage.
Basically, its main power was to “WEAKEN” an enemy, and this is exactly what it did.
“Groaoro~” and this is the reason why damage doesn’t matter in such a situation as although the fist hit him for 100k points of damage, the zombie still got up, clearly less damaged by this than by the holy aura.
And just like that, Stark could truly understand why an [Exorcist] was so powerful against these beings.
[Enemy stunned!]
“Well, it’s our win,” Stark smiled as he looked at its clone, and it nodded.
“DOMI-CHAIN RESTRAIN,” the clone sent another crimson chain toward the elite, and this time it couldn’t do anything but watch as the chain put itself around its legs, slowly but surely taking over its stomach, chest, arms, then head in that order.
And after a few more seconds…
[Elite Zombie is now unconscious!]
The chain has successfully absorbed all its force, knocking it out in the process.
To be honest, seeing it in that sorry state, Stark REALLY wanted to wait another ten minutes for [Crimson Purification] to be usable again so that he can torture it more, but… he didn’t really want to wait all this time, so he just decided to end its life.
Much like the [Sublevel 4 Elite Guard], this elite died so quickly that it couldn’t even use most of its skills: Stark got rid of its minions immediately, then destroyed its body right afterward, making it harder for it to use skills, and then he knocked it out before it could even attack.
It was a magnificent victory for him in that regard as other classifiers always say that killing a monster before it could even act was something.
“Aura Smash… MERGE!” he focused his power in his right hand, and after ten seconds summoned the giant fist, much more powerful than his clone since he was original, sending it toward the unconscious giant zombie.
And so…
~FWISH, BOOOOM~
“-163748!”
And just like that…
[Undead Elite Zombie HP: 0/400000]
[You have defeated the ‘Undead Elite Zombie lv110’!]
He was able to defeat that elite extremely easily, like… it was ALMOST too easy.
“…” Stark had a neutral expression on his face as he saw the corpse of the zombie, as well as the ashes around him.
Was he getting too strong for even the monsters supposed to be at his level…? Or maybe it was just a convenient battle for him since he had all the right skills?
He didn’t know, but it was good he could finally get this over with so that he can reach the exit.
