MMORPG: I was BUGGED-Chapter 275: Battle with the Demon Dragon 2

Salathiir, the Demon Dragon, loomed over the battlefield with an aura of malevolence that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest adventurers.

Its scales, a fusion of darkness and suffering, glistened ominously as it prepared to unleash its agonizing spells upon the players confronting it.

Salathiir’s eyes glowed with an unholy light as it tapped into its formidable spellcasting abilities. Its [Agonizing Spellcasting] was a formidable barrier, and the air crackled with dark energy as it prepared to cast its spells.

The mere act of resisting its spells inflicted necrotic damage upon those who dared challenge its might.

A sinister energy radiated from Salathiir, creating an [Aura of Suffering] that extended to creatures within 60 feet.

As the guild approached, they felt the necrotic tendrils of agony seeping into their very essence, causing damage and threatening to paralyze them with the weight of despair.

The healers were quick to adapt and healed everyone while those who were too far from their reach, use potions to counter the effect of the Demon Dragon’s abilities.

What made the Demon Dragon a headache was its [Legendary Resistance]. It proved to be a formidable defense, allowing Salathiir to shrug off damages that didn’t reach the five digit mark.

The leaders already prepared for it, that’s why they were the ones who were attacking Salathiir, while the rests supported them from the back.

The Demon Dragon’s [Magic Resistance] was also annoying. It was a shield against the onslaught of spells and magical effects. It seemed impervious to the usual tactics employed by spellcasters, requiring the guild to devise alternative strategies.

Salathiir’s legendary actions started to unfolded when its HP was reduced to half. Its tail lashed out, its wings beat in a powerful gust, and it could even blink into a sphere of magical darkness, leaving the guild momentarily blind and vulnerable to its impending attacks.

The sinister lash of Salathiir’s tail proved fatal for any unsuspecting, vulnerable players, instantaneously claiming their lives.

Each time it invoked its legendary actions, a grim toll was exacted, leaving a trail of fallen players in its wake.

"Retreat and reform ranks!"

"Whenever it deploys its legendary actions, maintain a considerable distance from it!"

Salathiir’s multiattack showcased the full extent of its physical prowess. Its bite, claws, and tail struck with deadly precision, each blow infused with necrotic energy that threatened to drain the life force from its victims.

The [Frightful Presence] of the dragon sent tremors through the guild, inducing fear that lingered unless successfully resisted and dispelled by the healers.

As the guild faced this nightmarish adversary, they grappled not only with its physical might but also with the insidious spells and auras that sought to break their resolve.

The battlefield became a dance of survival, where every move and decision could mean the difference between victory and defeat.

Finally, Salathiir abruptly ceased its movements, plunging into [Berserk Mode].

The four leaders swiftly withdrew, regrouping in uncertainty. Unfamiliar with what to anticipate during the Demon Dragon’s Berserk Mode, they hadn’t previously reached this stage in past encounters.

And thus, from here on forward, they were going blind.

"Stay vigilant, and expect the unexpected," cautioned Ragnarok Reaper.

A heavy, tense silence blanketed the area as players, unblinking, focused their attention on Salathiir, bracing themselves for whatever might unfold.

No one dared to move, wary of triggering unforeseen consequences.

Then, in a sudden burst, Salathiir unleashed a thunderous roar, enveloping the battlefield in an enormous sphere of dark energy — [Abyssal Rage].

The smog of darkness consumed everything within a one-kilometer radius.

Healers and mages swiftly reacted, conjuring protective barriers that shielded groups of players.

However, unfortunate souls which the barriers couldn’t reach, underwent a startling transformation, their very beings morphing to mirror Salathiir.

Crimson eyes emerged first, followed by the emergence of jet-black scales covering their flesh. Their heads transformed into perfectly spherical shapes dominated by razor-sharp teeth, and bat wings erupted from their forms.

Players affected by this malevolent transformation succumbed to indefinite madness, turning into Salthezau demons — giant devil bats — attacking nearby players with frenzied aggression.

The battlefield descended into chaos as allies became foes, and the once unified front faced the unpredictable consequences of Salathiir’s [Berserk Mode].

"Healers, can you bring them back?" Fury shouted.

"Negative! They can’t be transformed back even with a greater restoration potion!"

A [Greater Restoration Potion] was the highest tier healing potion at the current game and even if that didn’t have any effect, then those players were lost.

Fury clicked her tongue. There must be at least ten players who were affected, further diminishing their numbers.

"Forget about them and let’s bring this fight to an end!" Steel Striker shouted and charged ahead, followed by Ragnarok Reaper.

On the Bell Tower, Xin observed the entire battle and couldn’t shake the feeling that something would go wrong.

When Steel Striker and Ragnarok Reaper brought Salathiir’s HP down to three digits, the Demon Dragon’s wings burst from its back, and despite the Tanks’ aggro-controlling abilities, it took off into the sky, entering [Last Stance Mode].

"As I thought," Xin muttered, though his face remained calm.

Down below, the players were in disarray while the guild leaders roared instructions.

"It took off into the sky!"

"How could that happen?!"

"Its last stance mode made it immune to aggro-related abilities!"

"It’s heading into town!"

"Stop it!"

The guild leaders were caught off guard when Salathiir suddenly took off into the sky, and with Salathiir’s speed, they couldn’t catch it as it zoomed towards town.

"Fury, stop it!" Ragnarok Reaper said, while he and Steel Striker prepared to finish it off. They just needed Fury to hold it off until their skills were ready.

"I know already!" Fury roared and met Salathiir head-on.

Salathiir, now bigger and with increased stats in its [Last Stance Mode], sought to storm into town and attack the townsfolk to restore its HP.

"Like I would let you!" Fury roared, and the two dragons clashed in the sky.

Fury bravely fought against the Demon Dragon. However, Salathiir transformed into thousands of giant bat devils, and the swarm attacked her head on.

Despite thousands of devil bats futilely smashing against Fury’s hard scales, hundreds found purchase on her flesh beneath. They latched onto her, weighing her down until she could no longer summon the strength to flap her wings.

And so she fell.

"Fury!"

Even from a distance, Xin could discern the anguished cries of Fighting Bunny as Fury descended to the ground, besieged by swarms of giant devil bats.

The cacophony of battle resounded, a symphony of chaos that echoed through the air.

Fury succumbed to the relentless assault of the devil bat swarms. The transformation back into her original form did little to deter the onslaught. The bats, like a malevolent cloud, enveloped her until her HP dwindled to zero.

"Healers, heal her!"

"We can’t!"

"What do you mean you can’t?"

"The swarms are blocking her! Any magic or supportive spells aimed at her are bouncing back!"

Fighting Bunny and the others attempted to intervene, but their efforts were in vain. Fury was already gone –– the first guild leader to fall.

Meanwhile, the devil bat swarms dispersed, blocking the sky as they advanced toward the town.

"Stop them from entering the town!"

Scatter Blasts fired non-stop, healers and mages depleted their MP to halt the encroaching swarm, but there seemed to be no end to their relentless advance.

Thousands passed the defenses, and the swarms converged at the center of the town, coalescing into Salathiir, hovering above the square.

Doom Harbinger’s eyes widened. "No!" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Eclipse took a deep breath, accepting the grim reality. "It’s over."

Ragnarok Reaper and Steel Striker, determined to prevent Salathiir from killing even a single NPC, blinked and teleported near the Demon Dragon.

Their intention was to finish it off before it could unleash a single attack, but swarms materialized out of nowhere, pushing them back.

The two leaders were forcefully repelled, leaving Salathiir to unleash a deadly breath of spiky metals that ravaged the buildings and wreaked havoc on the once serene town.

Some players dropped to their knees, disbelief etched across their faces at the abrupt twist of fate. "No . . . it’s over."

Frustrated cries resonated among the guild members. Despite their meticulous preparations, it seemed their efforts had fallen short.

They guessed that it wasn’t really the right time to conquer the Castle of Doom.

Steel Striker roared, battling against the relentless swarms that was holding him back. "What are you doing?! Don’t stop attacking it! Everyone, attack!"

His impassioned shouts and struggles fell on deaf ears, as the prevailing sentiment was that the battle was lost. With Salathiir breaching the town, all hope was extinguished.

Victor clenched his fists, and sighed, eyes fixed on the sky. "So, this is it, huh?"

Anticipating the imminent failure notification on the horizon, everyone waited, but against all odds, it never arrived.

Instead, a thunderous shot erupted from a singular source, piercing through the air and hitting the Dragon head-on, bringing it down with a single, unexpected blast.