Becoming an adventurer by copying monster abilities

The aura emanating from the black finger bones kept Luca at bay, preventing him from getting close.

The village chief, now young again, knelt on the ground, still muttering incantations.

Although I don't know what he's doing, it's definitely not something good.

Luke tried throwing the goblin's dropped weapons, the corpses of other believers, and the longsword in his hand into Flint's halo.

But they were all separated by an invisible force.

He then tried to activate the Ash Lord's ability, firing a fireball.

After the level of the Illusion Manifestation was increased, the size of the fireball also seemed to increase slightly.

Unfortunately, the flames went out after they had gone some distance, and they still did not interrupt the other party's ritual.

When he saw the fireball flying towards him, Flint's eyelids twitched. He hadn't expected that his opponent would also possess magic.

However, after seeing the fireball blocked, he glanced at Luca with a hint of smugness.

Just then, he heard a strange growl.

The voice was deep and melodious, like the mournful cry of a wild beast.

Upon hearing this voice, Flint felt a sudden tremor in his heart, and the prayer he was reciting paused.

It was Luca who activated the power of the Fang of Yenogu, putting the opponent into a brief state of shock.

Flint was stunned for several seconds before he came to his senses, and the ceremony was naturally interrupted.

Moreover, when he lost focus, the mental connection between him and the black finger bones was also severed.

As his eyes regained their clarity, Luke was already upon him.

Flint didn't even have time to reconnect with the black finger bone before the longsword came hurtling towards him with a whooshing sound.

In a moment of desperation, Flint revealed a resolute expression and swallowed the black finger bone whole.

A maniacal smile played on his lips.

"You will die under the divine punishment of my Lord."

"puff!"

Flint's head was easily severed by Gluttony Cleave.

But Luke soon realized something was wrong.

A large amount of black mist instantly gushed out from the cut on the other person's neck.

Flint's head and body, like threads still attached to a lotus root, miraculously reassembled themselves as black mist seeped out.

Without hesitation, Luke activated his combat technique again, unleashing several sword strikes at Flint's body.

But each time the blade slices through the opponent's flesh, the black mist quickly seals the wound shut.

Before long, Flint's body was completely enveloped by the black mist, turning into a strange black humanoid shape.

Flint's joints twisted unnaturally as he quickly retreated.

From the other party's body, a large amount of black energy tangled into tentacles and spread outwards, beginning to attack Luca from all directions.

Luca immediately switched to the agility attribute of a goblin and began to dodge and weave.

After dodging several tentacle-like spears, Luke tried to take the opportunity to get closer to his opponent.

Unexpectedly, a black crack appeared before them, just like a smaller version of the portal the village chief had summoned earlier.

Within the crack, the black tentacles he had previously dodged reappeared, heading straight for his chest.

Luke didn't have time to dodge completely, so he could only twist his body and raise his arm shield to block the vital points.

"puff!"

"clang!"

Despite dodging most of the tentacles' attacks, two tentacles still managed to hit Luca.

The first tentacle pierced his arm, leaving a bloody hole.

The second one pierced his waist, but was blocked by a solid plate armor on his upper body.

It was worth the money!

Before Luke could even marvel at the dwarf boss Durek's skills, the second wave of the black tentacles' attack had already begun.

Luca chose to face it head-on, dodging the tentacles while constantly closing the distance between them.

After dodging several tentacles' piercings, Luca, who was constantly on guard against the spatial rifts appearing in front of him, did not notice anything unusual.

This time, a narrow crack quietly appeared behind him.

Two sharp tentacles, which transformed into spears, shot straight at the back of his head!

Just as the tentacles were about to pierce his skull, Luca's figure mysteriously vanished!

Flint, who was controlling the tentacles, was also taken aback. The black mist lost its target and stood still.

Luke felt very strange at that moment.

After observing the strange spatial rift up close several times, his understanding of the illusionary evasion technique finally reached a new level.

In the instant of realization, he felt as if he were in a completely frozen space.

The world before my eyes lost its color, and even the air seemed frozen.

In this space, his body was under unbearable pressure every second.

The next moment, his figure appeared at the spot he had just intended to teleport to—

Behind Flint.

It's just a difference of a dozen centimeters, nothing serious.

Despite the excruciating pain in his muscles, Lu Qiang unleashed [Gluttony Slash] before his opponent could react, aiming directly at the opponent's back.

The longsword once again sliced ​​through Flint's body, which was shrouded in black mist.

Luca did not stop, ignoring the opponent's flesh being constantly torn and stitched together by the black mist, and swung his longsword again and again.

After unleashing seven or eight sword strikes in succession, Luke finally spotted his target.

He reached directly into the other person's cut body and violently stirred it.

Then, with a forceful tug, the black finger bone that Flint had swallowed appeared in Luke's hand.

As the black finger bone left the body, the black mist that had been frantically clinging to the other's body instantly dissipated.

"LA·FALO·TA·ERRR!"

Flint's nearly collapsing body emerged from the black mist, his venomous eyes fixed on Luke, uttering incomprehensible words.

At the end of his life, he chose to offer himself as a sacrifice to complete the final summoning ritual.

Luke raised his hand and chopped off the man's head.

As the head flew off, Flint saw the magic circle reacting behind the other party.

Although he paid the price with his life, his summoning ritual should have been successful.

In my memory, the priest who presided over the ceremony in the village would hold a token, offer blood sacrifices, and wait for the gods to descend.

But in the end, was it him or Luke who offered the sacrifice to the gods?

These were Flint's last thoughts before he lost consciousness.

The magic array behind them shone brightly, and the dark hall began to tremble.

Luke didn't know exactly what had happened, but he figured it must be related to the strange words the other person had uttered before dying.

He picked up the black finger bone and stroked its intricate patterns.

He attempted to open a spatial rift like the village chief to leave this place.

But nothing happened.

The lights in the dome suddenly went out, plunging the entire hall into endless darkness.

He seemed to sense that a pair of eyes were open in the darkness, quietly staring at him.

A soft, ethereal laugh, like that of a young girl, rang in Luke's ears.

"An interesting soul..."