Girl Hero: Revenge on Goblins!-Chapter 336: D121. Phantom pain

"Shoo—, I didn’t expect you to be bolder than me."

Watching the Hero, who transformed back into a young girl from a Phoenix, the Masochist whistled and licked her crimson lips.

"However, did you release the transformation due to insufficient Magic Power? But if you can’t maintain your transformation form, how could you cherish me now?"

"Why not give it a try!?"

The Hero’s body, like a swift current, tore through the air in a way that defied human biomechanics, her petite fists wrapped in fierce wind, and she fiercely smashed them into the Masochist’s face.

Yet, a strike capable of shattering rocks, when hitting a body, only made a dull echo.

"Huff huff..." The Masochist’s face slightly deformed and was about to speak, but the Hero’s figure vanished instantly in the next moment.

She transformed into numerous gentle streams of water, circling the Masochist’s body carried by the breeze.

Then, hidden behind her, the crystal lit up with an Icy Chill radiance.

The four corners of the Elemental Demon Core gathered the focal point of Magic Power, and four beams of light converged at the center in front of the crystal, the next second, the Frost-Formed Lightning Glare struck like thunder through the atmosphere, blasting upon the Masochist.

[High-tier Magic: Frost-Formed Lightning Glare: Dealing 1/5 of total damage as freeze, reducing all Attribute values]

4d50+50=(32)+(26)+(24)+(9)+50=141

[The Masochist’s next actions—]

1. Counterattack

2. Self-Destruct♛

D2=d2(2)=2

Outside the circle of mist, numerous, thread-like streams of water wove into a humanoid form.

The Hero’s bare feet touched down, the pure fluid immaculate, faintly seeing the scenery behind her through her flowing body.

Though she was far from the aftermath of the magic, a thin layer of frost still formed on her hair, inadvertently causing her to shiver.

But under the full-speed operation of Magic Power, the chill was quickly dispelled; she looked toward where the Masochist was directly hit, the residual flames extinguished by the cold wind, sharp ice crystals crystallizing out of thin air, pointing like Sharp Swords in all directions.

The Gleaming Scale Serpent, having cast spells at speeds difficult for a human Mage to match, swiftly drifted over, floating on the Hero’s shoulder, with specks of Fantasy Snow faintly swaying around.

"Did it succeed...?" The Hero nervously moved her throat.

[The Hero inflicted 105 points of damage to the Masochist, the Gleaming Scale Serpent inflicted 141 points of damage to the Masochist]

[Beast Spirit Magic Power: 447]

[The Masochist took 105+141-200=46 points of damage, HP 224/303, all Attributes decreased by 141/5=28 points]

[The Masochist activated the skill: Thorny Delight: Strength, Agility +46]

Strength: 100

Agility: 88

Constitution: 224

Intelligence: 61

Perception: 159

Charm: 124

The sound of chains shattered the Hero’s hope, countless frenzied iron whips broke the ice crystals.

However, amidst the slight, delighted tremor of the Masochist’s laughter, under the astonished and defensive eyes of the Hero, the snake-like chains did not lunge at her, but turned their spears against their own master.

"It’s a pity, if we continued playing, perhaps you really could have subdued me."

Equally barefoot on the shattered ice, crushing the sharp ice, the Masochist’s whole body covered in rime, curved her lips.

"But sadly, neither you nor I have time to keep playing."

The next moment, several chains carrying Spirit Piercing whistled as they cut through the mist, mercilessly stabbing towards the Masochist’s body.

[The Masochist activated skills: Speedlash, Painful Chains]

D100+26+90=d100(95)+26+90=211

[Pain Gift]

D143=d143(70)=70

Under the shocked gaze of the Hero, the chains brutally pierced through the Masochist’s body, hung her by the neck, and twisted her limbs in all wrong directions.

Frightening and ear-piercing crackling noises emitted from inside the Masochist’s body, blood sprayed out like being squeezed from the ground.

Even though she was an enemy, this dreadful, cruel scene still blanked the Hero’s mind for a moment, instinctively moving forward two steps, trying to save her.

[The Masochist inflicted 211 points of damage on herself]

[The Masochist took 211-60=151 points of damage, HP 73/303]

[The Masochist activated skill: Thorny Delight: Strength, Agility +151]

Strength: 251

Agility: 239

"Such a gentle person, indeed."

But, suspended in mid-air by the chains, the Masochist craned her neck, looking down at the Hero below, the corners of her mouth torn to the base of her ears, revealing blood-stained white teeth.

"— Now, let’s share this delight with you."

[The Masochist activated skill: Mass Phantasmic Pain]

3d46=(8)+(22)+(37)=67

3d70=(30)+(28)+(11)=69

3d151=(121)+(30)+(102)=253

[Pain=67+69+253=389]

Note: When Pain＞187*2, the Masochist will lose consciousness. When Pain＞500+, the Gleaming Scale Serpent will also lose consciousness.

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The air suddenly stilled.

A brutal psychic storm tore the boundaries of reality, Pain impartially descended upon all things in the world, relentlessly gnawing at all life.

In the face of pain near the Abyss of death, there was no room for conscious action.

The Hero only felt countless sparks bursting in her mind, the unimaginable Pain crushing her entire body.

She only managed to let out a brief scream before her consciousness, like a magic crystal stone lamp with its magic power supply cut off, ’snapped’ into darkness.

In reality, her body reverted from its fluid state, falling to the ground with a thud like a marionette with its strings cut, motionless thereafter.

Even the Gleaming Scale Serpent, devoid of human pain perception, flickered uncertainly, nearly crashing to the ground.

[Pain exceeded the threshold of perception. The Hero has lost consciousness]

"Hehe, hehe...hehe... it’s coming, it’s coming...!"

Meanwhile, the chains on the Masochist also unfurled one after another; she crashed to the ground like a rag doll and staggeringly stood up.

Magic surged tumultuously within her like boiling, though her severely injured body emitted a terrifying aura.

But her mental state was not much better; her pupils dilating and contracting uncontrollably, shifting erratically, saliva mixed with blood dripping from her mouth that couldn’t close properly.

Before the biggest wave arrived, she suddenly raised her head, appearing deranged, letting out a scream as if on the brink of death.

"Nightmare Sage! If you don’t make a move now, do you really think there will be another chance like this!!!"

Her contract with the Nightmare Sage was that as long as she captured the Hero, the other party must help them escape. freёweɓnovel_com

If the Nightmare Sage forsakes this prime opportunity, she could only concede defeat, but if it still coveted the Hero, it must also take the people of the Black Disciples!

The moment after her words fell, the Masochist’s pupils rolled back, her body convulsing wildly as if performing a ludicrous dance, and then, like a fish flinging onto the shore, she collapsed in the pool of blood.

Underneath the overwhelming sensory onslaught, she too completely lost consciousness, only the occasional spasms of her muscles proving she was still alive.

As the dust settled, the battlefield returned to silence; the fallen duo lent a bizarrely beautiful aspect to the scene, yet soon, a murky black mist spread, attempting to conceal this indecent theater.

[Nightmare Sage chanting (+LV55, 60-not arrived)]

D180+55=d180(152)+55=207

[Gleaming Scale Serpent chanting (Elemental Life +50)]

D124+50=d124(16)+50=66

The Gleaming Scale Serpent, realizing the enemy’s arrival, disregarded its flickering crystal core, condensing ice crystals and fantasy snow around the Hero.

But it, too, was tormented by pain, its spirit heavily dulled despite the special nature of Elemental Life.

For the lurking Nightmare Sage, this moment was long-awaited.

Before the ice formed, the black mist thickened abruptly, swallowing everything.

"Hehe... Although these are humans with flawed minds, they did well."

A gender-indiscernible laughter echoed, indistinct yet clear,

A figure in a dark grey robe, with an unrecognizable face, emerged between the Hero and the Masochist, indeterminate yet palpable.

The boundary between dreams and reality blurred, indistinguishable anymore.

"A dreamless slumber then, although casting spells is still somewhat forced, it’s enough."

"Nightmare! Sage!" The Bishop on the patrol roared furiously, squeezing out the remaining magic power, and several gleaming Light Arrows flew towards the figure.

However, those arrows, which could pierce through metal and stone, passed through the Nightmare Sage like mere illusions, vanishing into the mist.

"So, farewell for now, humans, I believe we’ll meet again soon in a different manner."

With a faint smile, the figure raised a hand.

"[Nightmare Sage’s Spellcasting (R6-)]

4d100+70=(59)+(78)+(70)+(15)+70=292

[The Gate to the Dreamrealm is about to open]

"—Perhaps there’s no need to wait till next time." Suddenly, a deep voice echoed.

[Sergeant activates skills: Wraith, Yin Yang Chaos, Guardian King]

[Sergeant’s Interruption (Agility + Perception, guaranteed 270)]

D151+d119+270=d151(117)+d119(36)+270=423

Note: Interruption fails: Hero is taken away, 50-Sect Follower is taken away, 100-Masochist is taken away, 100+ Nightmare Sage injured, 150+ Nightmare Sage’s escape fails

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Suddenly, a ghost who crossed the Life and Death Realm materialized in the dream. The Sergeant, wielding a Long Blade, silently swung down at the Nightmare Sage.

A massive illusory gate was about to open, within it lay the kingdom of dreams, a place where no corporeal mortals could ever tread.

But as the Long Blade swung down, another gust that was not of physical nature yet shattered the boundaries between reality and illusion swept through.

The storm of souls whisked away all the dark mists, causing the spellcasting Nightmare Sage to emit a miserable scream.

"—Humankind!"

But upon seeing the figure of the newcomer, it wasted no time in idle talk, instead dragging its broken body directly into the nearly shattered crack of the great gate.

This was the strongest at the Border, a Fourth Transition Ghost Warrior, a man capable of slaying fantastical, even legendary creatures with his own strength!

It was because of such a powerful figure guarding that these Magic Creatures, long coveting humankind, dared not invade this city, and could only move through schemes and stealth.

Even in its prime, the Nightmare Sage did not believe it could defeat that human.

Thus, without any hesitation, it escaped through the gate that had been successfully spellcast.

"It seems preemptive action was correct..." The Sergeant frowned heavily, watched the gradually disintegrating gate, but ultimately chose not to pursue.

He took off his military uniform and wrapped up the unconscious Hero.

With his speed, he could have followed right behind the Hero, but his duties were far more than this; escorting the Count to a safe command center or commanding troops all took time.

However, in urgent times, different rules apply. After confirming that the encirclement was closing in, he rushed over at the highest speed but nearly arrived too late.

"...No, did I actually arrive too late?" Looking at the unconscious Hero and some soldiers dead in battle not far away amid the chaos, he sighed with some shame.

Behind him, the shapes of the main army began to emerge, and the sound of countless army boots hitting the ground spread, causing the still resisting Cultists to despairingly lay down their weapons.

[Sergeant’s Interruption exceeded the spellcasting by 131 points, the Hero was not taken away, the Masochist was not taken away, the Nightmare Sage was injured and failed to escape, and its level decreased by 13]

[All remnants of the Black Gate have been arrested]

[The Black Gate at the Border has been cleared]

[Third round ends]

[Pain exceeded Perception by four times: aftereffects on the Hero]

2d100+50=d100(25)+d100(43)+50=118

[Healing by the Count’s family]

2d100+50=d100(62)+d100(66)+50=178

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