What’s going on here?
"Our hands... why are they hanging there?"
The scene before them left everyone incredulous, but the arms hanging from the beams were indeed theirs.
As if intentionally wanting them to recognize it, those arms had not only their personal features, but also sleeves or bracelets they wore, with every detail screaming: This is your arm, a part of your body!
Everyone instinctively touched their own arms, and found them completely intact and unscathed.
"This is so strange," Uffie wore an extrely sinister expression on her face, "Tepi, did you record this place earlier? Let see the footage."
Tepi had indeed recorded it, and upon watching the footage, the place where their arms should have been originally were mysteriously replaced with the arms of the Faded, seamlessly switching now.
"This is sinister."
Fanen furrowed his brow and swung the Saw at Blade over, wanting to chop down those arms for a closer look.
The sharp serrated blade easily cut through the ropes "their arms" were hanging on, also severing the ropes that held other creature’s limbs.
Strangely enough, other creatures’ limbs fell to the ground steadily, yet when it ca to "their arms," these vanished into thin air before hitting the ground.
Looking up again, they were still hanging soundly on the beams!
"What’s going on?"
Fanen tried several tis, each with the sa result; other limb materials would fall loudly, but their limbs remained firmly hung above.
The group glanced at each other, clueless on handling the situation, until Fanen finally spoke:
"Wouldn’t Greg attach our limbs in combat?"
A chill ran through everyone, as the re thought of such a scene was disturbing!
Uffie thought further, like "If he attaches my arm, won’t he beco stronger?"
To be fair, her arm was surely stronger than so Wolfman’s limb, and if Greg could retain the Spear Technique after attaching hers, that would be unimaginable!
"No worries, if Greg attaches my arm, he might not beco stronger, maybe even weaker." Tepi said nonchalantly.
Edgar just stared silently at his own arm, with an unhappy expression, thinking of who knows what.
"Instead of imagining nonsense, let’s check it again."
Uffie was eager to verify the answer. Initially, the plan was to thoroughly eliminate all along the way, but everyone’s anxiety urged them to move on.
They accelerated towards Greg’s Fog Gate, entered with trepidation.
"Just a re Faded, the arrogance is sothing else..."
Greg remained reciting his usual phrases since the beginning, showing the difference between Dungeon Monsters and real beings.
But no one paid attention to those words, their eyes fixed on Greg’s body, counting his limbs one by one.
They finally breathed a sigh of relief when confirming none of his limbs belonged to them, at least not yet.
Yet this didn’t allow complete relaxation, for the excitent was yet to co!
Without strange abilities from limb attachnts, the initial Greg was just a big guy skilled in Storm-type Combat Skills, even clumsy enough not as adept with Fast and Slow Blade as the On Demon, showing a sharp decline in danger compared to before.
Relying on their previous battle experience, although not entirely with ease, they handled the situation, but Greg’s thick skin dulled their attacks.
As ti shifted, a scene like last ti occurred; soldiers carrying limb materials rushed into the battlefield once again.
Though slightly fewer soldiers than last ti, their numbers still pressured them, and within their arms...
Were the adventurers’ arms!
"This is real!"
Before they could stop it, they watched as Greg attached Uffie’s arm to himself, the shell-covered arm glinting coldly, slightly moving as if it were original and functional!
Seeing this, Uffie had no doubt that if Greg wielded a spear, he’d wield it almost as well as she could; fortunately, Greg didn’t have a spear—
The next mont, she saw "her" arm’s shell writhing, forming into a completely shell-ford peculiar spear!
Uffie froze for a second, looking at her body, thinking:
Can this ability work like this!?
Greg ca charging with the spear, with that arm exceptionally agile, making Uffie feel like battling another version of herself—so strange, even stronger than her original arm!
Then, Greg also attached Edgar’s arm and Tepi’s leg.
Although the forr didn’t let him cast Fireballs or Waterballs, it enhanced the Storm’s power, and the latter improved his speed, subtly speeding his movents as he ran.
So that’s how it is; limb attachnt is not just attaching arms but selecting the most useful and developed limbs from a person for grafting! That’s why Tepi’s arm was not chosen.
Even just attaching Uffie’s arm allowed Greg to temporarily suppress Uffie in an instant, so what if he attached a more powerful person’s arm?
Like Sword Saint Japar?
The thought of such a scene is enough to make one break out in a cold sweat!
While Uffie’s group was battling with Greg, another team was also fighting Greg.
They all wore identical equipnt, which looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the bodyguards of Prince Lanle, the only team besides Uffie that had encountered Greg.
The bodyguards demonstrated stronger qualities than the average adventurer. Each of them was a powerful warrior selected among ten thousand, and while no individual’s quality matched Uffie’s, they had trained a combination skill-like move. When they gathered for an attack, it only increased the damage output.
With such moves, they eliminated all monsters they encountered, and the difficulty of their challenge against Greg was not high. At this mont, they were entangled for a long ti, both sides showing fatigue, and it was not clear yet who would win.
"Everyone, let’s finish him off in one go!" A bodyguard shouted, and the group gathered their strength to launch a more powerful attack.
Greg’s eyes glinted fiercely, preparing to cut off an arm to attach a limb dragon head, but at this mont, a few soldiers suddenly rushed over holding sothing, seemingly a few arms.
"Why haven’t I seen such arms before?" The bodyguards were puzzled.
So of these arms were hairy like a wolfman, so were covered in an insect-like shell, and so thigh looked very strong, looking flexible at a glance.
And the most critical thing is...
"Pfft—"
Suddenly, one of the bodyguards had his head blown off, and the weapon that killed him turned out to be a spear composed of shells!
The arm from Uffie was also attached by the Greg here!
After attaching these limbs, Greg’s montum skyrocketed, becoming overwhelmingly dominant. What in the world could withstand him now? A new fiery battle was about to ignite!
"Wait a minute, why do I feel this spear technique from that arm is so familiar! I can’t beat it!"
"What’s with that wolfman-like hand anyway, why are Greg’s injuries healing after it hits !?"
"And that hand’s accuracy is so high; it can blockade my retreat by throwing stones!"
Amidst a series of exclamations, the bodyguards were unexpectedly wiped out!
Even at death, they couldn’t figure out where these damned arms ca from.
anwhile, at the very mont the bodyguards were wiped out, sothing unusual happened on Uffie’s side.
Soldiers were seen running over holding a few unfamiliar arms. These arms were dressed in tidy equipnt.
Edgar glanced at them, stunned. Why did he find these arms a bit familiar? Constantly mingling around Prince Lanle, he couldn’t possibly not recognize them.
Could it be?
"Stay away from those arms!" He imdiately warned.
Shrimp Head was still around, and you’re telling us to stay away? There was a brief mont of hesitation, but Greg’s limb attachnt speed was faster.
However, at the very mont Greg attached the arms to his body, these arms coordinated tacitly with each other and cooperated with Uffie’s arm, unexpectedly disarming her!
The next mont, those bodyguard arms perford a joint combat skill, combining everyone’s strength to unleash a blood-pumping combination skill!
With a "bang," Uffie, hit directly, was sent flying backward, the shell on her chest shattering and scattering in the air.
"Uffie!?"
Everyone was shocked, except Greg, who howled at the sky, seemingly driven to euphoria by the power brought by limb attachnt.
At this mont, everyone had only one thought in their mind:
Where on earth did Greg get these damned limb materials from!?
"I’m truly furious!"
Uffie climbed up from the ground, her expression twisted with rage, and all the strength in her body surged up. Fighting Qi transford into a storm around her, and she was about to unleash her strongest strike — no matter what, Greg had to suffer.
But just then, an ill on sounded.
"Dong... dong..."
The closing bell of the Dungeon rang at this mont.
"I’m not willing, I still have one move left!"
No matter how unwilling, the adventurers’ figures turned into streaks of light and were kicked out of the Dungeon.
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