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FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 64
I was about to leave when I suddenly thought. Where did hroli come from anyway? Why are there creatures that have mutated under the influence of chaos? In principle, the answer is obvious - somewhere there is a source of chaos. It's strange that this thought didn't occur to me earlier.But if there is a source of chaos, then there is another dungeon somewhere? And these are mobs, objects and other goodies. It’s not that I would run to go through it right now, but it’s still worth knowing its location so that after swinging well and stocking up on items, try to clear at least the first levels. Maybe even gather a group again? .. No, I don’t even want to think about it yet.At a mental command, a map unfolded before my eyes. I am in a coniferous forest at the foot of a mountain range that separates the barony from the main kingdom, or rather in its northern part. There is a volcano in the southern part, where I will go later for salamanders. More precisely, not quite in the south - in t
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 65
Suddenly, there were sharp screams ahead. I hid. There was a crackle of broken branches and the already familiar squeak of hroles. The battle lasted several minutes, I heard clear commands, the whistle of arrows was heard, but soon everything calmed down.Looks like the guys figured it out.After waiting for a while, I moved on again. Now we need to be even more careful, because the tunnellers are on their guard and will probably shoot first, and then ask who is coming. Of course, with my health reserve, a couple of arrows are not fatal, but no one canceled the pain, and it’s unpleasant for me, even when a needle is injected into my shoulder during vaccination, not like getting an arrow between the eyes.I got to the battlefield a minute later. Five hroles are lying in different directions: all chopped and pierced with arrows. The ground is soaked with blood, so it feels like walking on mud after rain. Leaked from the monsters decently. Skins, by the way, are not touched. Apparently t
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 66
Gravity magic.Stone skin was applied automatically without the participation of consciousness, the body reacted by itself. It's like when someone swings, and you, without hesitation, throw up your hands for protection, although it is clear that they were not going to beat you, but only scare you. But there's nothing to be done, reflexes work, and only then you understand with your mind that all this is nonsense. However, in this case, as it turned out, my actions were justified.The tentacle rushed towards me, wanting to grab me. Lightning brightly lit up the area, struck a tentacle and, splitting into several thinner ones, entwined it like ivy. Everything happened quickly, I acted in a panic and belatedly realized that attacking with lightning while in the water was not a good idea.So when the lightning ran through the tentacle and flowed into the water, I felt like I was being pierced by a giant stake. All muscles contracted.Received 42 damage.I looked at the octopus, the number
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 67
Be that as it may, the meat of this overgrown octopus is quite healthy, but filled with chaos, so it requires processing. If I can find a otkor that is not chaotic, then its meat can certainly be used without processing.I started with tentacles. His meat is slimy, somewhat similar to jelly, only denser. The knife cuts the skin with great difficulty, although it is extremely sharp. I am sure that soon it will have to be sharpened again. In general, due to the fact that different monsters have skins of different strengths, the more dangerous the monster, the more difficult it is to cut it, or for cutting it will be required not ordinary knives, but knives made of more durable metal, or with some magical properties .I cut carefully, periodically looking at the entrance and listening to the sounds, but, apparently, the "zapadlo" decided to give me a break. Ripped the belly deeper, suddenly gasped. The innards fell out of the cut, and with them a small box. It is made of metal, which has
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 68
There is silence in the room, only occasionally it is broken by falling small pebbles or splashing drops of water falling from the ceiling and flopping into the mud. In general, the room is warm enough, but not stuffy - the temperature is comfortable, as if I were in my apartment.I looked at the time. 16:33. I should get out of the dungeon, I still have to walk at least three hours before the break. I think the hunters have already cleared the way, so there should be no problems with the passage through the dungeon. In addition, I now have a fairly powerful spell, so if I stumble upon an unfinished monster, I can fend for myself.I left the room with an otkor behind, returning to the room. Three exits lead from it: one on the right, another on the left, the third in the center. It remains to put a stone with the inscriptions: “you will go to the right, you will receive it in the forehead, to the left you will find treasures, but straight ahead you will find happiness”, as it was in a
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 69
- Stop, stop! I'm a player,” I shouted, raising my hands.I immediately sent them a link.The tension on the faces of the men did not disappear, but weakened.- What the hell are you doing here? asked the warrior with the sword and shield.In the meantime, several more people ran into the room. This is the same group of hunters that I met in the forest.- Stranger? asked a girl with short hair and a narrow, stern face.She is dressed in light armor and holds two one-handed axes in her hands.It is strange that they came without torches. Do they see anything at all? By the way, what if there is a potion that improves eyesight? It will be necessary to clarify later with Alast. It's a convenience not to use torches. Yes, and in my world such a potion would be appreciated.- I ran away from the hroles and fell into a hole. I found myself in a corridor. I walked along it and ended up here, - I answered.The warrior with the spear narrowed his eyes. He obviously doesn't believe me, but I do
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 70
- I didn't let you leave! hissed Sichiron.The demon was rushing forward, but then Bella went into the back, the axes hit the back and still reached the target, but did not cause any visible damage.- Hold on, Wolf, - Khilchik said in a trembling voice, jumping up to the commander and quickly using the healing spell.What am I supposed to do? Help guys? But this is a demon lord, and even a simple chaos demon killed the entire Hornet team last time! There is death, it is definitely useless to fight. Run? But where? Everything is blocked, a thick stone slab still blocks the exit.Bella's head fell to the floor and rolled to the side, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. Shoot and Shtyr screamed desperately, began to shoot one arrow after another, but this did not help, because the next moment Arthur fell to his knees with a torn chest, and then thumped to the ground and froze.Realizing that the Wolf and the Strangler would now be finished off, and then the turn of the archers would co
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 71
I put stone skin on myself and jumped away from the attack, the sword screeched along the side, pierced the skin and left a nasty wound. I didn’t hit point-blank with a gravity gap, because last time that pressure on my chest was enough, and now, when my magic attack modifier has risen to crazy heights, the consequences will be much stronger than then. So I attacked with lightning. Flashing brightly, she hit the girl and enveloped her. She froze for a moment, the room filled with a piercing screech. And I, having broken the distance, created another black ball.Unfortunately, the paralysis did not overlap, so she instantly recovered and noticed the attack in time. Due to the fact that he was in a hurry, the throw turned out to be inaccurate, the girl shifted to the side, but she was still hurt. The ball tangentially touched the shoulder, and then abruptly “exploded”. Ciciron flew off to the side as if she had been hit by a train.I rushed over to her, feeling the seconds tick away. We