Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 131: Might of the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse (2)

No matter how they struggled, they couldn’t find the strength to break free from the antlers and slowly felt like all of their strength was seeping away from them.

The ones strung on its antlers roared in agony and didn’t even have a moment to pay any mind to the other adventures suffering a similar fate as the horn that had impaled them, started glowing bright red.

An unimaginable amount of pain kept assaulting the adventurers from the area that got stabbed by the horn and peculiar markings started appearing on their skin. It wasn’t just that, after the pain their mind stated getting hazier while insanity and madness started getting hold of them. They quickly put off any resistance they were trying to muster and wished to experience more of the pain.

The Bloodthorn demonic Waarhorse wasn’t known only for its unstoppable charge but also for the crimson antlers like on horns on its head called Bloodthorn.

The Bloodthorn horns of the demonic warhorse was its strongest weapon and also part of what made it so fearsome and popular on earth.

Its crimson antlers were a dreadful weapon that allowed the warhorse to continuously increase its combat ability on the battlefield where blood flowed everywhere. It was also the place where the warhorse truly shined.

The Bloodthorn on its head were not actually horns but instead bones so sharp that it could pierce the strongest of defence. That was not all, after the enemy gets stabbed by the Bloodthorn, it was when the true nightmare starts.

The crimson antlers had to ability to continuously absorb the blood of its target making them continuously lose their stats and ability before becoming an empty husk.

Peculiar markings start appearing on their skin and the stolen stats and abilities get transferred to the warhorse greatly increasing its powers for a short period of time. The shade of its horn indicated the number of stats it had stolen from its enemies and the more crimson the bloodthorn glowed, the more powerful it became.

The Bloodthorn ability of the warhorse was a fearsome weapon that made the enemies cower whenever it showed up on the battlefield.

These were some of the reasons why the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse was such a popular steed in those games back on earth. Now when it was released in the world of Althaea, one could imagine what sorts of storms it would bring.

Soon after, the adventurers that were impaled and hung on its crimson antlers started becoming motionless and not even a trace of blood could be seen in their bodies.

NEEIIGH… With a jerk of its head, it threw those adventurers on the ground as their pale bodies stopped moving after twitching a little. On the contrary, the aura and presence that the warhorse released increased manifold after it stabbed those adventurers with its horns.

It was to the point that it appeared completely different than before. Its huge frame appeared more gallant and the flames engulfing its body burned with even more intensity. Not to mention the antler-like horns that glowed with a striking crimson halo indicating the amount of stats it had stolen from those adventurers.

Though the bloodthorn ability was powerful, it wasn’t omnipotent as the stats stolen were only temporary and with time, it would return to normal. That is to say, if the Bloodthorn demonic warhorse couldn’t finish its enemies while they were vulnerable, the stolen stats would be returned to them and they would be back to their peak strength.

Another thing of note was that once the Bloodthorn ability was used on an opponent, it couldn’t be used again on the same enemy for a while.

Seeing the dry and motionless corpse of their fellow teammates, terror gripped hold of the remaining adventurers that were fortunate enough to be out of range of those horns. After those horns stabbed at the adventurers, it started glowing brighter and brighter as it continuously absorbed the blood of its enemies.

Looking at them, the adventurers finally became aware of how dangerous getting impaled by those horns was. Not only will you suffer an unimaginable amount of pain, but it would also suck you dry of all your blood.

As if it was the last straw that broke the camel’s back, all of those adventurers that saw this scene, gave up any hope they had of defeating it. The only thought running around in their mind was to get away from this demonic warhorse.

However, they had nowhere to run as the flames created by the demonic warhorse encircled them from all around.

If only all those adventures were a little calm and maintained their formation, they could have gotten away from the encirclement of flames using magic. but they did not have clarity of mind to think of such methods at this moment.

It was clearly unnatural for these seasoned adventurers who had gone through many battles to fall into a state of panic. Nonetheless, their mind wasn’t thinking clear enough to notice the effects of a skill that have been induced in their surrounding.

[Demonic Grip] one of the new skills learned by the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse after it levelled up. This skill allows it to influence the minds of the enemies who were already cowering in front of it. It stops all rational thought processes of the target and continuously induces them with fear and terror.

Hence the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse was easily able to influence them and barred them from any rational thinking. Once they are unable to keep their formation, these humans weren’t any threat and were just a bunch of ants it can easily squash.

Since it was ordered by its master to take down these humans, it wouldn’t spare even a single one of them lest it displeases the master. Encircling them with flames from all sides and taking away their rational thoughts from them, it could easily take care of all of them without even leaving a single one of them alive.

Its loyalty to Simon made it a cruel killing machine that did not falter even while taking drastic actions.

After the enemy lost their will to fight, the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhose simply charged and rammed them down into the ground, used its crimson antlers to pierce them, or used its dark magic to corrode their bodies. It used every weapon in its arsenal to quickly take care of these adventurers.

The scene that unfolded after could no longer be called a battle but instead a one-sided massacre. These adventurers were finally experiencing the same cruel fate that they put the Forest Spring Spirits into.

Amidst the ring of flame, their screams echoed around the forest as they continuously begged their fellow friends and adventurers to save them.

“Sir laris!… sir laris save meee, I don’t want to die” one of the adventurers who was too afraid to die, cried out in anguish as his body was quickly eroding and turning into dust.

There were even some insane ones who thought it was better to die by the flames encircling them than by the warhorse. Many of them jumped into the flames and were burned alive or did as their mind corrupted by [Demonic Grip] said.

Some of the adventurers even started killing one another thinking that the Bloodthorn demonic warhorse would show mercy to them if they proved to be useful. Others just wanted to die a better death rather than to be squelched and rammed by the hooves of the demonic warhorse in which case not even their corpses remained intact.

Humans when backed into a corner would do the stupidest things, not to mention when their mind was being influenced by fear and terror. Not a single adventurer thought about getting into formation so as to even stand a tiny bit of chance in overcoming this disaster.

The warhorse true to its demonic nature utterly stomped on the hopes of its enemies and showed them a nightmare straight out of hell. Its appearance was burned inside their memories before their very being dissipated.

In one corner of the eastern region of the Ghastly winding Forest, one patch of land was engulfed in a ring of fire that spanned for hundreds of meters and from which disturbing screams echoed out occasionally.

Before long everything was pervaded by a stifling silence and only the galloping sounds of the warhorse could be heard. The Bloodthorn Demonic warhorse had made its presence known to the world of Althaea