Elden Ring: Atai vows to have a perfect ending

Seeing the sword of Melos coming towards me, I quickly turned around and dodged, and slipped out of the dung eater's cell.

The greatsword struck the fine iron of the cell, causing sparks to fly.

However, I also understand why the coprophagous were thrown into cells but their weapons were not confiscated.

After all, this weapon that looks like fish ribs is indeed not suitable for smashing iron.

"Hoo-hoo-defilement, defilement! Don't run, boy, let me kill you, let me defile you!" The dung eater gasped.

Compared to the game, this guy is particularly manic... Could it be that my talk therapy last time in the Round Table Hall had a stimulating effect?

Well, although I had originally planned to deal with the matter of the coprophagists right here in this area.

"Interesting." Holding up the Night Spark, I asked tentatively, "Are you unwilling to accept that blessing? Or do you actually hate being a child of bad omen from the bottom of your heart and regard them as a curse?"

"Slippery tongue! Kill you! Kill you!" The dung eater suddenly shrank back and roared, "Defile it--"

Like a peacock spreading its tail, several black and gold cursed souls suddenly rose from his body and flew towards me.

Because the distance was too close, it was difficult for me to dodge, and I could only use the flaming blade to chop at the oncoming cursed spirits.

But at the end of this torrent of cursed souls, the Dung Eater leaped up with the greatsword of Destroyer raised high.

I quickly swung my sword to block the opponent's jumping attack. The force was so strong that it almost bent my waist.

What's more, I didn't expect that he actually had a trick up his sleeve. He used the bone spurs on the greatsword to jam the Night Spark, and then, as if he was grabbing the blade with his hand, he pulled it back with force, causing me to lose balance and fall forward.

The next second, a huge fist came towards me and knocked me flying.

——Damn, this sword can actually be used like this?

——It seems that it is not a good idea to directly use the Night Star Fire to resist the attack of the Dung Eater.

I quickly stretched out my hand. The blessing point was not far from here. When the dung eater swung the sword and chopped at me again, the blessing light condensed in my raised left hand and turned into a brass shield.

Block, then shield counter!

I swung my knife back and hit the dung eater's shoulder, but it only created a few sparks and did not hurt the other party.

——Heavily armored warriors are really more difficult to deal with than in the game.

"Hahaha, weak, weak, weak! With your attack, how can you hurt my body that is comparable to the Son of Evil Omen!" The dung eater laughed.

"Really?" I put away the knife and turned around, avoiding the opponent's attack. At the same time, blood poured into the blade and spilled it all.

Combat skills——Blood Slash·Continuous Slash.

The bloody blade gleamed, and even though the dung eater's taboo armor was indeed thick, the bloody blade could penetrate the armor and sting the skin like a raging fire, forcing the dung eater to step back.

"The warm-up is almost over, so use whatever moves you have. Or is it that your so-called curse and defilement only have this much power?" The Night Starfire emitted a cold blood-red light and pointed directly at the Dungeater.

The other party's body was trembling slightly, and he suddenly roared like a giant, shaking the ground so much that some stones and soil were scattered.

It makes one's heart feel as if it is being squeezed hard.

Moreover, a black-gold aura with a dark red hue also rose from the dung-eater.

Fighting skill——The Howl of Melos...?

coming!

The dung eater held the sword of Melos in both hands and slashed at me from bottom to top with the momentum as if he was going to lift up the entire ground.

I dodged to the side, but the opponent's next attack came quickly. He raised his sword and immediately chopped at my robes.

I ducked again.

But unexpectedly, without even raising his hand and without any warning, a ball of cursed soul suddenly flew out from the rising aura of the dung eater and headed straight for the side of my face.

There was no time to dodge, and the cheek was hit immediately. It felt like it was being burned by fire, and the pain was so severe that one wanted to dig it out.

This distraction gave the dung eater an opportunity to seize it, and he swept his sword across, hitting my stomach.

The bone spur on the side of the greatsword pierced into my belly.

The dung eater laughed wildly: "Hahaha~ Defilement! Defilement! Defilement!"

He pulled hard.

Suddenly, my stomach felt like a piece of wood being sawed apart by the opponent's sword, and my whole body was dragged and thrown out.

"Cough!" The blood gushed out of his throat uncontrollably.

"You are nothing more than that." The dung eater walked forward slowly, holding the hotbed that I had just taken from me and cursed: "Come, come, let me defile you, and then you will definitely understand me!"

"That thing should be fed to pigs." I prayed for myself secretly - Lance Shanks's Dragon Thunder Protection.

"It's not up to you!"

The greatsword of Melos slashed down again.

But the dragon thunder stimulated my strength, and with the hound's pace, I quickly closed the distance.

I drank the dew drops of the Holy Grail, healed the wound on my stomach, pulled out the Night Starfire, and slashed at the dung eater with my sword.

Bang!

The two swords clashed in the dark underground, creating sparks.

However, the bone spikes on the sword of Los once again blocked the Night Starfire slightly, preventing me from continuing my offensive.

On the contrary, the force with which the Dungeater retracted his sword pulled me into his rhythm, and Melos kept swinging his sword one after another.

Every time I raised my sword to fight, he would use the thorns on his shoulder to block and then pull me to tear through my defense.

My people seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and the more they fought the dung eaters, the deeper they got.

In a moment of carelessness, Night's Starfire was broken by the Dung Eater's Sword of Destroyer. He quickly raised his foot and kicked me directly in the stomach, kicking me out: "I'll give it back to you!"

Bang!

I hit my head against the wall and watched in pain as the Dung Eater walked towards me, carrying his greatsword, Metaros.

——Damn, that sword is too tricky!

Whether attacking or blocking, he will block and drag you down.

In this way, the offense cannot be launched and the defense will be gradually torn apart.

Only the brass shield can effectively block the opponent's attacks, but you can't rely on the shield to attack.

...Wait, attack with a shield?

"Huh!" I took a deep breath, stood up, shook off the Night Starfire, turned it into a ray of golden light, and took back the Blessing Backpack.

"Oh." The dung eater's tone sounded a little surprised, and a little teasing, "Boy, are you willing to accept my defilement and my blessing?"

"No, I just thought of something interesting and wanted to try it out." The light of blessing lit up again in his right hand, and another brass shield appeared in his hand.

"Huh? Then I'll play with you." The dung eater quickened his pace.

The aura on his body condensed into several cursed souls, and they rushed towards me first.

——This seems to be his passive ability when in the Howling state of Miloth. Although it is not as much as the previous roar, which bursts out at one time, the aura on his body can summon a small number of cursed souls to attack according to the wishes of the dung eater.

I dodged the cursed spirit deftly like a boxer.

The opponent immediately raised the greatsword of Melos and chopped him down on the head.

Combat skill - blocking.

The timing seemed to be a little wrong, but fortunately I still used the shield in one hand to block the dung eater's sword, and with the other hand I held the brass shield tightly, using its triangular tip to punch the dung eater's head.

when--

The sound was so crisp that the dung eater's headgear followed the fist and spun a small circle.

The coprophagist quickly stepped back and straightened his round taboo helmet, his eyes below seemed filled with confusion and incomprehensible disbelief.

I smiled and raised the brass shield on my hand: "What's wrong, don't you know? This is Quesanti——"