Elden Ring: Atai vows to have a perfect ending

"Nefeli, try your best to break Greg's arm, no matter which one it is!" I held up my shield and rushed forward, shouting loudly.

Nepheli also understood and joined me in double-teaming Greg from the front and back.

Upon seeing this, Greg quickly swung his giant axe, creating a storm.

Nepheli also used her combat skill - Thunder and Lightning Storm.

Two hurricanes in opposite directions collided with each other, with lightning and fire tearing and roaring like two long dragons.

Although Nepheli's strength was not as great as Greg's, it was enough to offset some of the wind pressure around Greg, allowing me to take the opportunity to jump up, withstand the scorching fire and the attack of pyroxene magic gravel, tear through the hurricane with one sword, and cut off the magic arm on Greg's back.

——It was so hard that I couldn’t cut it.

——The defensive ability provided by the Golden Tree’s oath is indeed very strong.

The next second, the dragon head bit towards me.

I didn't dare to delay and quickly jumped to the side.

Greg turned around and was about to chase me, but Nepheli swung her axe behind him again and completely cut off the arm that I had not been able to cut off.

"Well done!" I shouted.

"Noisy and rude fellow, in that case, I will kill you first!" Greg was a little annoyed, dragging his huge axe and swinging at me continuously. Sweeping horizontally, chopping vertically, slashing diagonally... The continuous offensive was like a torrent of water, endless.

From time to time, arrows were shot at me.

I concentrated my attention and tried my best to dodge Greg's attacks. When I couldn't do it, I used my shield to block and then used the force to create distance.

In this way, enough space can be created for Nefeli!

"Hah-ah--" The woman only knew one move, but that one move was powerful enough to send bricks flying! Storm, with golden thunder, suddenly chopped down Greg's back, instantly removing three or four of his arms.

"It's useless! It's useless! I am the Golden King. What can your petty tricks do to me?" Greg turned around suddenly, swung the giant axe and swept it towards Nepheli.

——But in this way, aren’t you exposing your back to me again?

I took a leap.

Combat skill——Blood slash!

The limbs that Greg had just reattached were cut off by me again.

In this way, Nepheli and I took turns to attract firepower, and as soon as Greg turned around, we would try our best to chop off the limb-receiving hand on his back.

Greg could no longer bear it. He raised the giant axe with both arms and slammed it into the ground, shaking the ground around him. With the other hand, he raised his dragon head and suddenly spewed dragon breath into the sky.

—Do you want to use area attacks to stop Nepheli and me?

"Kurala!" I threw the jellyfish ghost wrapped around my body towards Greg's face.

The other party was obviously not prepared to react, and was entangled by Kurara.

Ding--

Suddenly, the limb-replacing hand on Greg's back cast a spell, or drew a bow and arrow, and shot at Kurara who was holding Greg's head.

"Get out of the way."

Kurara leaped lightly, and although she took some damage, there were also a few attacks that she failed to stop in time, and after Kurara dodged, they hit Greg's head.

The chaos forced Greg to stop his other actions, whether it was shaking the earth with the king's axe or spraying rain of fire with the dragon's head.

Nepheli and I took the opportunity to jump up at the same time and cut off several of Greg's limbs again.

Then, before Greg could counterattack, they each retreated.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" I don't know if Xiao Ge was angry or just panting from exhaustion, his breathing was surprisingly loud. But then he stood up again and laughed wantonly: "Hahahaha - it's useless, it's useless, do you think you can defeat me with such a weak attack, Greg? No matter how many times, my wounds can heal!"

Just as Greg said, bathed in prayer and the blessing of grace, his severed limbs began to connect and heal again after the broken ends were repaired, just like a gecko's tail, which can grow back after being cut off.

Nefeli and I were panting just as hard as Greg's.

At least, my hands and feet were so tired that they felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and only one bottle of the Holy Grail was left.

If I didn't have the belief that "Greck must be defeated, otherwise all those who follow me will suffer", this belief supported me, I would have been so tired that I fell to the ground and didn't want to move.

"If I get a chance to catch you once, I can tear both of you into pieces." Greg kept chattering.

I caught a glimpse of the red shadow behind Greg and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I smiled and asked, "Golden King Greg, do you know how to draw the specific runes of the pyroxene magic gravel?"

"Aha?"

"My magic teacher once told me repeatedly that if I make a mistake in drawing the runes, the magic power will disrupt the caster's body, and in serious cases it may even cause the body to explode." I took out my staff and casually swung a pyroxene magic gravel at the opponent. Of course, it was easily blocked by Greg.

I continued, "Neither the hands that cast magic nor the hands that prayed belong to you. So, have you memorized the runes of magic and prayer? These arms have been cut off by Nepheli and me time and time again, and reattached by you time and time again. Can you be 100% sure that they will not make mistakes when casting spells?"

"That's nonsense." Greg seemed a little shaken.

It seems that I made the right bet.

Of course, there is another one that is enough to prove my guess: "Greck, don't you think we are missing something?"

“······That ghost jellyfish!” Xiao Ge then became alert.

Kulala has been away from me for a while, so where is she?

——The answer is on Greg's back!

Although they should be considered as a hostile party, Kura was securely wrapped around several of Greg's arms, and they did not launch an attack.

Or maybe they can't attack!

——The arm controlling the crossbow has run out of arrows.

——The arm using the staff tried to mobilize the magic power several times but failed to cast it.

——Or maybe the arm that had been reattached over and over again really had a problem. It could no longer draw the magic runes correctly, and naturally could not use the pyroxene magic gravel.

As a result, he could only let Kurara hang on Greg's back like a balloon. Although it tried hard to spray venomous saliva, Greg could not feel any harm from it under the double auxiliary prayer of the golden tree's oath and grace, and it failed to attract Greg's attention.

"Come on, try to drive the magic of Rune, Greg." I said with a wicked smile.

But Greg obviously hesitated and did not respond to my words.

"Since you don't want to use it, we'll force you to use it!" I took the initiative to rush towards the other party again, "Let's go, Neferi!"

"Yes!" Nefeli was not vague and continued to attack me from the front and back together.

"You! You! You ants! How dare you, how dare you..." Greg was halfway through his words when he suddenly couldn't continue because he subconsciously wanted to activate the power of the dragon head and call upon the magic of Rune, but something he didn't expect happened, perhaps for the first time in history, an arm automatically fell off Greg's back.

——Sure enough, because of the arms on his back, the continuous spellcasting errors have seriously affected Greg himself.

What's more crucial is that that hand is not under Greg's subjective control at all. Even though he cannot use the pyroxene magic gravel, he still keeps casting magic incorrectly again and again.

Gradually, Greg's rune power was completely drained, and even the two auxiliary prayers could not be used.

But what's even funnier is that after the arms fell off, the other hand was still picking them up one by one, and then trying every means to put them back in their original positions. The hand that was performing the prayer felt that Greg was injured, and was also constantly performing the prayer that could not be performed.

This cycle repeats endlessly, but the arms are unable to sense that the body has become exhausted, thus falling into a vicious cycle.

His body was disintegrating so quickly that there was no need for Nefeli and I to continue. Greg was already struggling to stand and was on the verge of falling.

It was like a huge machine that was originally quite perfect, but because of a loose gear, it collapsed, and eventually caused the entire machine to start shutting down.

Naturally, Greg wanted to stop it, but his subjective consciousness could not control so many hands. He could only watch helplessly as the strong body he had built with great difficulty fell apart like a high-rise building being demolished. "No, no, no! No! I, I am the Golden King. How can I fall because of such a trivial thing!"

"I've said it before, if it's not yours, it's not yours after all." I walked up to Greg, who was finally piled up on the ground like a puddle of mud. I looked at him, who had turned himself into a pupa in order to continuously reattach his limbs to increase his strength. I raised my sword indifferently, "Farewell, pathetic and hateful King Greg."

A sword pierces through.

Greg's eyes gradually became blurred, and the golden glow in them also dimmed quietly: "... Hometown, let's return to the hometown at the foot of the golden tree together... fade..."

——Greck, what did you see in your final moments?

I looked up and saw that the thick clouds that had been lingering in the sky above Storm City were gently blown away by the wind.

It seemed as if one could see the golden tree, with brilliant light shining through the thin clouds, then gradually dissipating in the wind.

【Lost Grace Discovered】