Raven: Reed Feels Really Nice to Touch / I Must've Woken Up Too Early-I Saw a Roguelike Monster at HQ

"Dumb Goose, are you seriously throwing honor out the window? You're actually attacking the wounded!"

Holding off Durandal alone was already beyond Flame Willow's limits, let alone facing three attackers at once.

With no other choice, Flame Willow could only resort to her inherited meat-shield tactics.

Shielding Raven behind her, Flame Willow used her spear to block Durandal's attacks, the greatest threat among them, while allowing the two phantasms' slashes to land directly on her body.

Neither Durandal nor Raven had expected Flame Willow to take those two attacks head-on. Feeling blood spatter across her face, Raven's voice became noticeably frantic.

"Wait, Reed, you don't have to do this... I'm not worth you dying here too..."

"Will you shut up? What will happen to Little Kong and the others if you die? I'm not planning to take over your whole pile of kids."

Flame Willow's voice trembled slightly. While her flames could suppress pain, the bone-chilling aura carried by the phantasms, like maggots clinging to bone, still made her feel awful.

Watching Flame Willow stand there drenched in blood without the slightest intention of moving aside, Durandal fell silent for once.

"Since you refuse to leave, then... I'm sorry. I'll do my best to spare your lives."

Soon, a relentless barrage descended upon Flame Willow like rain.

There were slashes from the phantasms, ice spikes condensed from thin air, and piercing attacks from Black Abyss...

"Hiss... so cold. That Durandal really is absurdly strong..."

For the first time in a long while, Flame Willow felt as though she had returned to Elysian Realm, being used as a punching bag. She did her best to parry attacks coming from every direction.

All kinds of wounds appeared and healed, but Flame Willow's flames were not affected in the slightest by the horrific