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FiOP Chapter 93
🕑 Added 2025-07-27 14:04:38 +0000 UTCDid you ever wonder who would win in a fight, an unarmed adult or fifteen armed children? Well, we were playing out that test, and only through sheer luck had no one died yet. The behemoth was strong, even for his overwhelming size. He walked through the walls of ruins as if they weren’t there, hammering the ground so hard that we could feel it dozens of feet away as the ground shifted under his hands and kicked up stone dust from the destroyed brick floors.
Leaf used her overpowered charged shot arrow that just previously killed the mini-boss in a single blow, and it only buried the arrow up to the fletching. On top of everything, we were getting swarmed by the remaining living lizardmen. There were still hundreds, dozens of the stronger lizardmen, and dozens of the mages left. I dodged a fireball that whizzed past my head and slammed into the boss, which the boss completely ignored.
The remaining mercenary moved slightly too slow, as his foot was trampled under the behemoth, he cried out in pain as he kept swinging his daggers at the behemoth’s foot. Stepping up to pulp him, the mercenary leader hobbled away as he was taken out of the fight completely with a missing leg.
The next to be taken out was the random knight; the behemoth swung down, slapping him away, most likely breaking every bone in his body in the process. The single moan before he passed out from the pain was the only sign that he was still living, at least for the moment. The final one to get taken out was the knight captain.
He was drawing the most threat; the behemoth was just sick of him. Once he ran into a building, the behemoth smashed that building down on him before stomping on the debris. He might have still been alive, but he was most likely dead, if not, far too injured to continue fighting. It only left my wives, and the constant fighting made some of the non-combat classes show signs of fatigue.
I needed to buy time; our goal wasn’t to kill this thing, it was to buy enough time for Marcus to find the dungeon core. I ran over to Milly as she hid behind a wall and grabbed the backpack off her as I pulled out the large glass jar. I yelled out to my wives. “I’m going to keep him busy, take out as many lizardmen as you can while he chases me.”
All of those far enough away to not be in threat from the boss turned to look at me as I pulled out a glass jar as large as my head as I ran toward the behemoth. Yelling out again to get its attention. “Hey, fuck face… I’m going to fuck you up!” Shit, I really should have thought up some better one-liners to yell out earlier because that was lame. It at least did its job in making him turn toward me as I lobbed the jar at its face.
It made no inclination to block the blow; everything we did to him so far could be recovered in a good night's sleep for him. That was his biggest mistake. It struck right between its eyes as the glass shattered. Even if a large chunk of glass had hit it in the eye, I doubt it would have caused anything more than mild discomfort to the creature. But it wasn’t the glass I was trying to hit it with, it was the liquid inside.
The liquid exploded as it broke from the air pressure inside, and aerosolized pepper water sprayed into its eyes. The gas was strong enough to make a grown man roll on the ground for minutes, taking upwards of half an hour until the person could see again. The pain was there as the behemoth showed its first sign of pain as it writhed backwards, almost falling to the ground.
My wives took full advantage of this time, all using their most powerful attacks as they whaled on the blinded creature. Leaf charged up her last shot, firing it into the enemy's open mouth, finally dealing some real damage as the arrow shot straight through, leaving behind a fist-shaped hole before she slumped over behind a wall from exhaustion.
Cherry continuously launched the rest of her magic at the thing, aiming for the open target as well, burning the inside of its mouth around the injury Leaf made. Its mouth was surprisingly unaffected by the fire. She had gone mostly melee, but the sudden influx of spells left her heavily depleted, as she turned and began to vomit from her mana draining so rapidly.
The behemoth’s insane endurance rapidly burned through the pain as it already had its eyes open, staring at me with a fury I didn’t know a monster could feel. I smirked as I cried out in staged fear as I ran away. The behemoth was big, strong, and fast, but it wasn’t as fast as me, at least it hadn’t shown it was until someone pissed it off like I did.
A hand almost came down, crushing me, and the fake screaming turned into real screaming as I sped up to my max speed. It swept behind me in a rage, bricks kicking up and striking me in the back as it demolished the ruined walls on either side of the road. The sun was blocked from my view, and I had enough time to look up and see half a building, the behemoth ripped from the ground and tossed at me.
I’d have died, except that the part that landed on me had enough room that, as I fell to the ground, there was enough room to not be crushed. The building slammed down around me before rolling off, only really blocking my path forward as I rushed in the opposite direction. It screamed in rage before I felt a sudden shift in the dungeon, and so did the monster.
I felt the dungeon die; the slightly sickening feeling of being in a corrupt dungeon disappeared, but that meant the dungeon monsters were no longer sane. They began to attack each other or flee from the battlefield, all except the behemoth. I had pissed it off enough for the insanity of the dungeon being destroyed only made it even madder at me.
At that moment, I remembered something. The battle damage of the armies and inside the royal chamber of the grassland dungeon had several scorch lines from fire. The behemoth was based on a humanoid form of a dragon, and what were dragons famous for? I had thought it was just from fire spreading, but… The behemoth leaned back, and I saw the glow forming in its mouth.
I jumped behind a brick wall as I peeked over it and formed layer after layer of dirt, stone, and metal between us. I felt my body reach its fatigue point as the fire breath crashed into my makeshift cover, melting through each layer in fractions of a second. I hid behind the wall, but even the ruins began to melt as I felt the defensive enchant on the robes I just gained fail, and the robe caught fire.
My skin began to burn, mostly my neck, and just before I passed out from the pain, the fire breath let up. I had to stand up to look, as the nerves in my neck that allowed me to rotate were destroyed, to see the damage the behemoth did. A large chunk of land was just gone; he melted the stone and several inches of dirt in a straight path to me. I could only look at him and saw he fared just as poorly as I before I passed out from the pain.
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SquiddlyWinks
Oh shit! Thanks, I liked this one
