Gallahad & Agravain, they were the typical boss monsters made to not be broken. Gallahad analyzed all attacks—magic, swords, bows, spears, blunt weapons—and relayed them to Agravain. Then, Agravain dodged 99% of the attacks. Yeah, there was a 1% chance the attack would hit. The principle behind why they still get hit hasn’t been uncovered yet.
But these bastards didn’t just die immediately when hit by that 1% chance. There were stories that if you kept attacking with sheer willpower, you could beat them. Of course, those who brought up such stories were mostly noobs or people who had never even played the game.
“Agravain, attack. 43, 22, 56, 37.”
Agravain unwrapped the bandages on his hand.
“Everyone, fall back!”
Me, Airi, and Camelian sensed something ominous and immediately pulled back.
Agravain swung his hand, and the green gas that spewed from his fingertips rotted the tree right in front of us. The tree looked as if it had been exposed to acid rain for decades.
“Damn it, what the hell…”
That was why these guys were the invincible bosses. They deflected 99% of attacks while dishing out poison attacks that could instantly kill you if they landed. And they did it with no cast time, no delay, no chants, and with ridiculously long range. Even those who cleared other bosses with a single branch couldn’t take these guys down and were desperate. Even my best achievement was chipping away 10% of their health bar through sheer willpower.
“Kyrilla… why are you with the Black Round Table…”
“Older sister, you’re so naive. With Father here, did you think I’d be anywhere else?”
Yeah, definitely, Gallahad just called Camelian “older sister”…
“…Let’s talk first. Come back, there’s a lot I want to discuss with you.”
They really are sisters. By the way, that mesugaki… no, that middle school-looking half-elf brat is already in her 60s? Even so, isn’t the difference in development between her and her older sister too extreme?
“I have nothing to say to you, older sister. I just came to kill Werner over there. So, move aside.”
Of course, Camelian responded to that with a fierce slash.
“Agravain, 45, 44, 77, damage.”
The way he dodged the slash, gliding like he was on ice, made my jaw drop. Damn, he dodged that? Anyone watching would think he was ice skating.
“We’re invincible. Even if someone comes, they can’t kill us two. Not you, older sister, not even that Archmage over there, not even our father… When we combine our strength, we’re the strongest.”
“Krrrr…”
That deadly poison was fatal even with the slightest touch. Just the poison gas from his fingertips rotted these old trees instantly. If his hand even grazed you, you’d turn to dust like those who fell to that grape-flavored villain.
That’s why the Gallahad & Agravain boss fight was called a lump of unfairness. You were destined to lose, and that’s why, even in multiple playthroughs, Werner had to die.
Reluctantly, I decided to create some more distance.
“That bitch…”
Airi, too, seemed to feel the unfairness, cursing in a way unlike her.
“Agravain, 32, 44, 56, 221, attack.”
The attack came again. I thought if we kept retreating like this, it might be the end.
To counter this… yeah, the Invisible Spear Magic Old Man Tristan taught me would be appropriate.
I swung a giant rock arm to block the attack. Of course, even that rock melted quickly from the poison. Even after using so much mana, all I could do was block one of his attacks…
“Old Man Tristan’s magic, huh… What a pitiful old man… Just to prove some dream between master and disciple, he only uses that one magic… If he had let go of that stubbornness, he could’ve easily killed Werner. What a foolish old man.”
“What did you just say?”
“I said you’re a pitiful old man. I admit the Invisible Spear Magic is impressive, but with the magic skills you originally had, you could’ve easily beaten someone like Werner with other chanted spells. Completing the dreams of dead people… proving something… narrowing your options for such trivial reasons. Dreams and proofs are all fine, but if you die, they’re worth less than a rat’s dropping, you pitiful old man.”
“You… need to get hit, you bitch.”
Yeah, Tristan was definitely a villain. He almost killed Lorcha, who was practically a third party, along with the other Tower Lords. But mocking his dream was unforgivable. I knew how desperately he wanted it.
“And let me tell you. Old Man Tristan practically died for me. But you’re different. Even if you don’t want to die, you’ll die by my hand.”
“What…?”
Whether she’s Camelian’s younger sister or whatever, I swear I’ll shove a massive rock fist into that mesugaki’s solar plexus and teach her a lesson.
“Old Man Tristan is the strongest enemy I’ve ever faced. The strength of a man devoted to one thing… the tenacity of someone focused on a single goal… you know what I mean? But no matter how strong he was, a brat like you, clinging to a man’s back and acting all high and mighty, isn’t something to be underestimated.”
A man who stubbornly walked one path, for someone’s sake, deserves praise, not insults. I couldn’t stand him being disrespected.
“Ha, whatever… It’s not like you can damage us anyway.”
“Yeah, sure.”
Players who experienced that damn boss started speculating about their abilities. Of course, whether it’s accurate or not… I’ll just throw it out there.
“That mummy bastard’s ability is obviously emitting poison… and he probably can’t even control it, which is why he’s wrapped in bandages. The power probably blinded him too… And you, brat, your ability is superhuman vision and hearing, right? You use that to analyze attacks and tell that mummy bastard what to do.”
“…Anyone could figure that out just by looking. What’s the point of showing off…”
“Well, since you’re carrying a sword on your back, it seems you’re fine even if you’re separated… but that mummy bastard is just a training dummy that can’t even dodge a simple attack without you.”
Yeah, together they might be the strongest. So, if we separate them, there might be a way.
“Hmph, you talk big… We’re the strongest. There’s no way we’d fall for such a flimsy plan.”
“Brat, are you heavy?”
“What…?”
“Men’s waists are their lifeline… If you carry him around and his waist gives out, it’d be a problem.”
“What kind of nonsense is this…”
As Gallahad tried to finish her sentence, the surroundings suddenly darkened, and she looked up at the sky. Well, it had to darken. Old Man Tristan’s giant rock arm was blocking the sun. I wasn’t just sitting around while talking earlier. I was buying time to gather mana in my arm. Old Man Tristan could create that rock arm in no time, but I needed a bit more time to make it big.
“You cheating bastard…!”
In gaming terms, that meant, “Wow, how did you come up with this move? Are you a genius? You’re amazing!”
“I’ll take that compliment.”
I couldn’t be the only one suffering from this annoying, overpowered technique. At first, I brought cavalry, but most of them were crushed by the rock arm’s clap, and many more died from this technique.
“I wish I could shout the technique’s name, but it’s nameless since it’s Invisible Spear Magic. Should’ve brought an umbrella, huh?”
With that, I dropped the rocks attached to the rock arm, and a rain of rocks began to fall on Gallahad and Agravain. Some might call it plagiarism, but since I’m disciplining that mesugaki… no, that rotten brat who mocked his dream, Old Man Tristan probably wouldn’t be too upset.
“You damn parasite…! Agravain, 34, 55, 66! 32, 45, 67! 39, 47, 88! 40, 51…”
It was hilarious watching them spout numbers like lottery numbers.
I decided to cheer them on as they desperately dodged the rocks.
“Come on, there’s still a lot left, so dodge well! Of course, you can deflect or block them too.”
There was another reason they were the invincible bosses in the original story. They were mid-game bosses, so the skills you could use were limited. Of course, even considering that, they were still damn annoying.
If there’s something money can’t buy, you should wonder if it’s because you don’t have enough money. If your attacks don’t land, you should wonder if it’s because your attacks are insufficient.