Elden Ring: Atai vows to have a perfect ending

bang——

bang——

when! when!

Under the ground of the Royal City of Rodel, sparks continued to bloom in the darkness accompanied by fierce collisions.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" The dung eater cursed and swung his greatsword, the Melos, wildly.

Because of its strange appearance like a fish spine, I suffered a lot in the past.

Whether attacking or defending, the sword spikes on the sword of Mielos, like human hands, will always pull at the blade of Night Starfire and interrupt the person's rhythm.

Then the dung eater pulled hard and dragged the man into his quagmire.

But now, I have thought of a solution!

when--

The solid brass shield once again blocked his one-handed sword's sweeping attack.

——If the attack of the Dungeater's Greatsword of Melos is a whole row of dense points, then using the surface of the brass shield to block it is indeed the best choice.

I have two brass shields in my left and right hands, and the defense is as airtight as an iron barrel.

However, the dung eater was so powerful that the heavy blow forced me to step back a few steps.

The opponent roared again, raised the sword of Melos high, and chopped down on the man's head.

He turned his body and quickly dodged the opponent's attack. At the same time, with the help of the force of the rotation, the brass shield in his hand was like a golden slap, hitting the helmet of the dung eater hard.

The dung eater just swayed slightly, held on to his helmet, then roared again, swinging his sword wildly, sweeping horizontally, chopping vertically, and slashing with his robe, vowing to tear me into pieces.

But I used two shields skillfully, and they were as solid as a rock. As for the damage ability... it could only be like what I did just now, like a mosquito bite, but it was extremely insulting.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" The dung eater was so tired that he was panting. His movements slowed down, but he was still talking nonsense. "I will curse you! Let me defile you!"

I was also sizing him up and thinking about how to defeat him, while I retorted, "I'm tired of hearing the same few words over and over again. Since you want to become the Son of Evil Omen so much, why don't you try the curse of the hotbed yourself?"

"Nonsense, I am the evil omen of this world!" The Dung Eater once again launched the wild howl of the Lost One, and the earth-gold aura rose from his body.

—Having a heart with an evil omen, but without a body to match.

The roar of the dung eater suddenly reminded me of the text description of his armor in the game:

——This is the illusion that emerges in the dung eater's mind, his true appearance reflected in the mirror.

In other words, did he really always think of himself as the son of evil omen, so he arbitrarily stuffed the hotbed curse into other people's bodies, wanting them to understand his pain and bear endless curses?

——It’s really twisted!

He sighed, and an idea popped up in his mind.

I used the brass shield as a giant dart and threw it hard at the dung eater who was striding towards me again, causing him to slow down his pace.

Take this opportunity to pray - Lance Shanks's Dragon Thunder Protection.

In a blink of an eye, red arcs of electricity leapt on my body.

"Go to hell!" The aura of the dung eater turned into two cursed souls, flying towards me from the left and right.

At the same time, he held the sword in both hands, his steps became faster and faster, and he suddenly jumped up.

——It seems that he wants to use the cursed soul to seal my movement, and then jump and chop to catch me when I roll and dodge.

But, combat skill - hound step!

With the blessing of the wind and the inspiration of the dragon thunder, my speed was as fast as lightning. I dodged the attack of the dung eater in a blink of an eye, and even went behind him to pick up the brass shield that I had just thrown out.

——How cool it is when you throw it away, how messy it is when you pick it up again.

The dung eater just turned around because its attack missed.

But I was faster. Just as the other party turned around, I flew out like a cannonball, and just like a Muay Thai, I hit the coprophagist's head directly with my knee.

when--

——Ah, this damn armor is too hard! I feel like my knee is about to be shattered.

The dung eater was also thrown flying. He got up and straightened his helmet immediately.

——As expected.

It happened before, too. I was wearing a brass shield and punched the dungeater on his helmet. He seemed to subconsciously support his taboo helmet at the first moment. I don’t know if it was because it was not strong enough... Anyway, peel off his shell for me first, come on!

Having made up my mind completely, I temporarily put away both shields and, using the dual acceleration of Dragon Thunder Protection and Hound Pace, rushed towards the dung eater that had just been knocked away by my knee and was now at a distance.

The other party's eyes seemed a little confused, and he probably didn't know what I was up to, but the dung eater still strode towards me with the greatsword of Melos in hand.

——Getting closer and closer!

I kept increasing my speed, and my whole body seemed to have turned into a giant red dragon.

The dung eater subconsciously stopped and stood firm. He held the weapon in both hands, like a young boy ready to slay a dragon, ready for battle.

——Closer and closer!

——The distance is enough!

I had already rushed into the attack range of the dung eater, and he naturally raised the sword of the Lost and slashed down angrily: "Go to hell! You bastard!"

But he only hit my shadow.

boom--

Thunder roared, and at that moment, I jumped forward, not only avoiding the attack of the dung eater, but also, just as expected, flying over the dung eater's head when he was not prepared.

He also took this opportunity to grab the opponent's taboo helmet with both hands and pulled it hard.

It was like two cars speeding past each other, just brushing against each other. Each other's trajectories were distorted by the fight for the helmet. Naturally, I fell heavily to the ground holding the helmet.

The dung eater was also pulled like this and fell to the ground with a thump.

"...Head, helmet! My helmet!" He was trembling all over. "Give, give my helmet back to me!"

"Oh, do you want it?" I picked up the taboo helmet with one hand, stood up, and threw it behind me, letting it roll to the passage that was previously blocked by Miranda's flowers. "If you want it, go get it yourself."

"Oh, damn it!"

"But take a good look at yourself, Dungeater... Are you really the so-called son of evil omen?" I said to him with a playful smile.

After all, without the helmet, the dung eater revealed his rough and unkempt square face with a tuft of beard and disheveled hair like a primitive man. His big nose and big mouth almost occupied half of his face, and his small eyes were staring at me viciously.

——······This sense of déjà vu, Marshal Tianpeng came down to earth and became Zhu Laoba, right?

“Ahhh——” The dung eater held his head and trembled, shrinking his arrogance and body together, “Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Defile! Defile! Defile... Let me, defile you, ah——”

As he roared angrily, countless cursed souls once again exploded from the dung eater's body like fireworks, and then turned into a torrent, rushing towards me.

I picked up the two brass shields again and used them as boxing gloves. I wanted to use the lightning speed to circle around and avoid these cursed souls.

But I didn't expect that the dung eater took such a long breath and roared continuously, and those cursed souls also continued at all, as if they had formed a swimming dragon, vowing to swallow me in one gulp.

——There’s no other choice, let’s just charge!

Two golden shields blocked my way, and I turned and rushed towards the dung eater like a bulldozer.

A torrent of cursed souls is coming towards you.

I lowered my body, somewhat dodging the attack, and charged forward with all my might.

The dung eater was still roaring: "Defile! Defile! Defile everything for me——"

“You have a really strong lung capacity. But... just shut up!”

The red lightning tore through the torrent of cursed souls. In the surprised eyes of the dung eater, I used my shield as a fist and slammed it into the opponent's cheek, completely silencing his noisy roar.