Chương 159: Dorian's Repentance

Although Dorian was a court poet of high rank, he always lacked practical experience.

After all, the same act of playing music is obviously not the same as a prince and noblewoman being the audience versus a cultist being the audience.

When he was fighting those level 5 or 6 cultists outside, he managed to avoid any trouble by using his level advantage.

However, once inside the secret room, his tricks stopped working.

First, he was hit by Berengar's fear spell, and then he was caught off guard and unable to keep up during the few seconds that Richard launched his charge. He completely disgraced the robin teacher.

What he was once proud of has become utterly worthless here.

Now, seeing Berenga, transformed into a ferocious monster, charging towards him, a corner of his psychological defenses finally crumbled.

"Don't come near me!"

He ran backwards while shouting and trying to cast a shield spell on himself.

Unfortunately, he lacked the specialization of battlefield spellcasting, and in the chaotic situation, he couldn't maintain his focus at all, and after a long time, he still couldn't produce any sparks.

"Ugly! Absolutely ugly! A creature like you is only fit to be an appetizer at a slaughter feast!"

Berenga leaped into the air and hurled the chain at Dorian's back with such force that it was almost enough to pierce through his chest.

At the critical moment, Richard used his silver-light sharp words.

Although it was only a second-tier spell, the 20 points of Charisma boost still slightly distorted Berenga's movements, while Dorian's speed increased by one level.

Finally, with a loud bang, the chain grazed Dorian's shoulder by a hair's breadth and landed on the ground beside him, creating a large crater.

Immediately afterwards, Grace arrived, smashed the chains away with a sword, and then sprayed a raging dragon flame at Berenga in mid-air.

Berenja clicked her tongue, knowing her chance was gone, and had no choice but to land back on the ground and obediently face Grace, who was in the front row.

Here.

After rescuing her, Richard quickly followed up with a powerful spell on Grace, Spring Rain Song, enhanced by the flute of the god of mischief.

Originally, Grace in her human form was no match for Berenga, who was at level 12, especially when the latter transformed.

But with Richard's help, the situation changed completely —

"Wuhu~!"

Grace felt the enhancement attributes and the effects of the inspirational melody applied to her instantly more than double.

The chains that had just been a bit difficult for her suddenly became easy to block!

As a result, she was not only able to withstand Berenga, but also had the energy to breathe dragonfire on the latter's two henchmen, causing them to scramble around in a panic.

Upon seeing this, Berenga frowned in surprise.

Is that poet not only agile and well-equipped, but also incredibly skilled in spellcasting?

That's amazing!

But that's fine too. The stronger the opponent, the stronger his desire to kill them becomes!

Let's both give it our all!

rear.

Dorian also heard Richard's Ode to the Spring Rain.

The beautiful music awakened his poetic soul and helped him recover from his fear.

He looked at Richard's fearless, fighting figure and then thought about himself.

Faced with the same life-or-death test, their performances were worlds apart.

For a moment, his feelings were as complicated as if he had discovered during a one-night stand that his bed partner was actually his childhood brother who had undergone gender reassignment surgery.

After a long silence, he said to Richard, "Thank you, and then—I'm sorry, compared to who you are now, I was a complete clown before."

At this moment, he was completely convinced by Richard.

Richard raised his hand and cast a summoning spell, sending the wolves to entangle Berenga's henchmen. He then turned to look at Dorian with mixed feelings.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he decided to lend a hand: "You're welcome. Our feud isn't so bad that I'd just stand by and watch you die. Besides, I don't think you're that much of a clown. After all, your skills are real."

Dorian gave a wry smile: "What's the point of having skills you can't unleash?"

Richard patted him on the shoulder: "You're just holding yourself back with fear and tension. Just get your mindset back. As for how to get back to that—as a poet, if you can't accept reality right now, why not immerse yourself in music?"

As he spoke, he played the Ode to Spring Rain once again.

Dorian stood there, stunned.

Immersed in music?

Immerse yourself in the music — Yes, that's possible!

He glanced at the terrifying-looking Berenga, then at Grace and Richard who were firmly blocking his way, and finally made up his mind to close his eyes.

In the darkness, he could no longer see anything terrifying, and all he could hear was beautiful music echoing in his ears.

He then took out his lyre and wholeheartedly accompanied Richard's Ode to Spring Rains.

As the ensemble began, Richard felt a surge of energy, and his nearly depleted magic began to recharge.

That's pretty good! No wonder he's a level 9 bard.

Although closing your eyes and transforming into a stationary turret is a bit difficult to control — But as long as it works, everything else is minor!

Richard casually cast a Vajra Shield on Dorian, then turned and continued fighting.

With Dorian's arrival, the balance of power on the battlefield shifted once again.

Even if Berenga in his Butcher form was incredibly fierce, he couldn't break through Grace's defenses, which had been enhanced to an immeasurable degree.

His two henchmen were no match for the poet duo behind them, and they had no advantage in terms of level, not to mention that Richard was someone who could challenge opponents of higher levels.

If this trend continues, the killing power within Berenga will eventually be exhausted before Richard and the others' magic power, thus reverting her to human form.

Thinking about this made Richard feel much better.

But what he didn't understand was that Berenga on the other side was also in high spirits.

Why is that?

Is that guy such a pure battle maniac that he doesn't even realize he's about to lose?

Or perhaps he has another trump card up his sleeve, or perhaps I've overlooked something?

Suddenly, Richard remembered something.

Why is Ghost Werner so quiet?

Did they take the opportunity to escape from the secret room?

wrong!

Richard focused his attention on the back of his eye and was surprised to find that the ghost had been immobilized by Berenga again, and the purplish-red needle had completely detached from his body and shot straight toward Berenga!

"Haha, you finally realized it? Too late, poet!"

Berenga laughed as she threw the chain, which got tangled in the sewing needle from a great distance.

Immediately, a streak of blood-red lightning traveled along the chain to the needle, which, stimulated, vibrated violently and emitted a sharp buzzing sound.

"Ugh—" Upon hearing the voice, Richard felt a sharp pain in his head and weakness in his limbs.

Without the aid of external assistance, Dorian reacted even more strongly, collapsing to the ground and temporarily losing his ability to fight.

However, the worst case was Grace.

She was about to swing at Berenga's chains when she heard the sound and couldn't help but cry out in pain.

As it called out, its voice began to change, becoming more and more like Zoya's tone.

broken!

This is some kind of attack on the soul, and Grace can't withstand it!

Richard realized that something was very wrong.

Berenga, on the other hand, laughed even more heartily.

"It seems your partner has suffered considerable damage to his soul. Interesting. In that case, you're doomed to lose."

Richard frowned, knowing that they were now truly at a life-or-death situation.

If Grace can't hold on, he won't be able to defeat a high-level professional on his own.

Then there's only one hope left — He stared intently at the sewing needle, activating his Eye of Insight.

【Name: Weaving the Styx Needle (Cannot be charmed)】 Rank: Artifact (damaged) Note: This artifact, used by Lady Styx in her early years to guide the River Styx and mend souls, though now abandoned, still possesses various wondrous effects on souls.

Damn it, it can't be charmed?

What should we do now?

Just as Richard was getting anxious, another string of text appeared before his eyes.

[The Flute of the God of Mischief: Ah, I've seen this little sister before!] Richard:!

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