The Demonic Games (Disgardium Book #7): LitRPG Series Dan Sugralinov (top 100 books to read .txt) 📖

gigantic praying mantis, its scythe-like arms snapping back and forth. A three-foot-long dragonfly that reminded me a little of Iggy hovered above the glade and began to spit clumps of poison at us.

Quetzal took on Marcus, and when those two gladiators collided, the whole clearing shook. I watched as the titan destroyer parried a mighty strike from Marcus’s club on his arm, reeled back, but stayed standing. Then my view was blocked.

Destiny came under attack from Naiterio the druid, who had transformed into an invisible panther. I grimaced as he was ground into the dirt, watched in horror as our rogues got waylaid on their way to the healers and mages, dying uselessly.

The almost fivefold advantage in numbers of our equal-level enemies reared its ugly head in the first seconds of the battle. A couple of minutes later Equilibrium cast a bubble on me as he tried to fight off three foes, shouted for me to get away. I gladly would have done, but I couldn’t go far at a turtle’s pace. Kara didn’t have time to fulfill his promise of enclosing me in Iceblock; the mage was interrupted, then attacked, pushed away. He tried to Blink to the edge of the battlefield, but didn’t make it.

I retreated with painful slowness, knowing that I wouldn’t make it either. A scream of pain pulled at my heartstrings with recognition. Turning, I saw Tissa and Infect dying; they were being mobbed along with Yen the archer standing nearby and Olaf the spellcaster from T-Modus.

Hellfish the werewolf was given no chance at all — Marcus himself attacked him after taking out Quetzal with the help of allies. He used one of the latter to put down the rider hobbit Dave, throwing him from his horse. The hobbit had time to shout something spiteful, but then choked on blood and broken teeth.

The ring around me closed, but they didn’t attack me even after the paladin’s defensive bubble fell. The barbarian Geyserix and dark knight Caville ran up, grabbed me by the arms and stunned me with Stupefaction.

The rest finished off the wounded and just stared at me with hate in their eyes, stunning casts at the ready so that I couldn’t escape with Flight if I suddenly broke free. There was still too much time left on Overburdened, and no matter how hard I looked daggers at the debuff timer, the numbers didn’t change any faster.

Marcus whispered something to Destiny behind the players’ backs, then they both walked through the crowd and stood before me. The woman from the Children of Kratos was clearly enjoying the moment, that was plain even by the way she walked — as if to a podium. Destiny knew that all the viewers now had their eyes pinned on her, and the execution of the top Threat would be shown on repeat on all the channels later that night. She bathed in the attention.

“Hurry it up, Des,” Marcus growled.

The brown-skinned orc stroked the elf girl’s lower back and chuckled. So that was what she’d promised for the right to be the one to put me down? Money I could understand, but that…

“Hurry up,” he said more gently. “Finish the kid off before Quetzal and Hellfish get back from the graveyard.”

He punctuated his words with a lazy wave of his club at my knee. My bones crunched, my leg bent. I got a five-minute Limping debuff. My health fell into the red.

“Oops,” the orc grinned and spread his arms.

“Marcus!” Destiny screeched like an angry cat.

Marcus’s attack removed Stupefaction! Catching my breath, I waited. I had no doubt they would kill me, but as to how and who…

At level 63 Path of Spirit, the resource restored quickly out of combat, and I had enough for a few seconds of Clarity. I just needed Destiny to get closer! Otherwise I might not have enough spirit to pay the range cost, and I didn’t have the strength to pull away and rush my enemy — the pair holding me by the arms were two strong.

The elf girl walked right up to me, raised her bow, sharply drew the string tight… She aimed right into my eye…

Clarity! Destiny’s beautiful, but rage-twisted face froze, turning into a mask.

Activating Storm Fists, I tore my arms from Caville and Geyserix’s grip! And fired a blow at that mask! The double-damage air ability transformed my regular hits into Hammerfists, sweeping away the silver ranger’s health in fractions of a second. I kept hitting her vengefully, wherever I could, breaking her bow, crushing the armor at her breast and crumpling her open-faced helmet into her skull.

After the sixth or seventh strike, I stopped hitting her — the next attack pulled the elf girl’s legs from the ground and sent her flying. I couldn’t reach her any more, so I switched to Marcus, whose eyes slowly were widening in shock. The orc had just begun to raise his club when he started to shake beneath my fists. His plate collapsed beneath my strikes like tinfoil, ribs crunching. Another Hammerfist took off his jaw, but… I ran out of time.

The bruiser survived, jumping back to a safe distance after I fell back to normal speed. I roared and rushed at him, but he hit me with a stun.

Marcus raised a hand and shouted:

“Don’t fire! Wait! Resurrect Des!”

The players begrudgingly stopped themselves from rushing toward me to tear me to pieces. A shaman healer started crooning dolefully in the crowd. Everyone was looking at the corpse of the silver ranger from Children of Kratos, so they didn’t notice right away when the earth beneath my feet flashed…

Escape Pentagram

 

Sends you to a random place in the Cursed Chasm. While preparing to travel, the object is invulnerable.

 

Spitting out curses, Destiny jumped up and started shooting arrow after arrow at me. Feeling a defensive flame enshroud