dmims Chapter 11 Minotaur
Chapter 11 Minotaur
"I'm fine!"
It is the voice of Achilles.
Patroclus quickly skimmed through the messages before fully immersing himself in the battle against the cyborg-modified minotaur before him.
"It seems the king has no intention of letting us see him alive." Patroclus watched helplessly as the arrow he had just shot was easily caught and broken by the Minotaur, and smiled wryly.
To be honest, this puts him in a difficult position.
How could such a monster exist in a maze!
The cyborg minotaur crashed through the wall and appeared. After knocking Achilles away, it was like an overheated weapon, constantly emitting white steam. Its massive shoulders trembled, and it swung its enormous bull head in an extremely human-like manner.
It was even larger than the minotaur Patroclus had seen in the book, its size estimated to be an astonishing 3.5 meters.
A chip was half-embedded in the center of its skull. The entire bull's head was still flesh, grotesque and painful under the scorching steam, constantly emitting a chilling howl of anger and bloodlust.
Its chest cavity was transparent, and apart from its heart and lungs that looked like they were boiling, the rest of its internal organs had long been replaced with machinery, making it astonishing that this bloodthirsty alien was still alive.
Bio-alchemy weapon. The word popped into Patroclus's mind.
He had browsed through the family's secret manuals and had seen annotations about this thing in a book that looked wrinkled but felt as smooth as human skin.
The ancestors of Troy seem to have sought to change themselves and extensively modified themselves using various biological genes.
"roar!"
As the last bit of steam dissipated, the Minotaur's panting sounded like muffled thunder.
Instead of attacking immediately, it angrily pushed off the ground to gather strength. Patroclus stared into those round, scarlet bull eyes and sensed a strange cunning.
Achilles had already stood beside Patroclus, ready for battle.
He had no wounds on his body, and no bones were broken.
When the minotaur charged, Achilles parried with his short sword and allowed the immense force to send him flying, using a roll to deflect the impact and avoid damage.
"What a troublesome fellow." Achilles' eyes flashed with fighting spirit.
Looking at the enormous bull's head of the Minotaur, he excitedly said, "I will cut off his head as proof and present it to King Hector in the final duel."
"This would be the best gift."
"Offer its skull to the king, and bathe my body in its blood."
Patroclus discarded the useless bow and arrows, drew the short blade from his waist and the round shield from his back, and assumed a defensive stance.
The two sides were locked in a standoff. Patroclus slowly distanced himself from Achilles, holding up his shield and dagger. The dagger would occasionally tap against the shield, drawing the Minotaur's attention.
While Patroclus drew attention, the excited Achilles did not act rashly. Instead, he instinctively took a few steps back and changed his position.
He positioned himself so that he was at the very edge of the Minotaur's line of sight, preventing himself from completely disappearing from the Minotaur's view.
The scene fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of the two people's footsteps and the sound of the minotaur stomping the ground and panting.
The atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating.
Patruklos is the weakest of the two sides and is under the most pressure.
Facing the Minotaur, who was almost twice his size, Patroclus, despite having made numerous preparations, still found himself slowed down due to the Minotaur's lack of offensive pressure.
His breathing quickened slightly, and his hand gripping the short blade was damp with cold sweat, soaking the strip of cloth he had torn off from his palm.
Patroclus couldn't be a burden to Achilles. For a moment, Patroclus's tense nerves wavered.
He wasn't thinking about the Minotaur's power or his own safety, but about his friend Achilles.
But it was this insignificant disarray that caused it.
The Minotaur moved!
The earth was groaning and trembling.
The dust kicked up by his feet was constantly being shaken up as the minotaur charged straight toward Patroclus like a rapidly advancing heavy tank.
At this moment, Patroclus's fluctuating emotions were thrown into disarray by the brutal charge.
The small round shield in his hand looked ridiculous in the face of such a behemoth.
Sensing Patroclus's unusual emotional state, the inside of the round shield rapidly collapsed, and several vials of potion were swiftly injected into Patroclus's arm.
His emotions were soothed in an instant, and at the same time, Patroclus felt his body become lighter and his hands stronger.
There was no escaping it! Patroclus realized he had missed his best chance to escape, and his plan had failed.
He gripped the round shield tightly and had a crazy idea.
He had to confront this rampaging alien 'vehicle' head-on!
Patroclus did not choose to dodge; he discarded his short blade, held the shield in both hands, and tensed his body.
The drug inside the shield was injected more and more frantically into Patroclus's palm. He could feel the heat coursing through his body and his heightened emotions.
boom!
Sizzle————
First came a dull thud, followed by a piercing metallic clang.
Patroclus actually managed to hold out for a mere 1.5 seconds.
Even if his best-case scenario was that he flew out and crashed into the maze wall, breaking more than a dozen bones, he would need the stimulation of drugs and the inexplicable surge of high emotions to barely stand up.
But he did it in the end!
The Minotaur's attack was halted, its momentum waned, its center of gravity became unstable, and its mechanical limbs bent to prevent it from tipping over.
With a single burst of energy, it could have pinned Patroclus to the wall.
It instinctively grabbed its crudely modified arm, which no longer bore the chainsaw axe it was familiar with. The despicable humans had removed its weapon and its life support, leaving it with even more flaws and weaknesses.
The short leader defeated it and commanded his army to tear it to pieces.
Patting its body, praising and marveling at the advanced nature of ancient technology.
The anesthetic steam leaked out again like a dam being opened after its charge, and the minotaur had to slow its movements in order to prevent its two new organs from being completely scalded.
But it dares not stop completely, because...
Achilles had already appeared in its blind spot, beside it.
"Patrocross!"
Achilles roared.
"This is for my good friend, Patroclus!"
What followed was an even more powerful barrage of arrows, the immense force of which shook the Minotaur.
Then Achilles hurled a spear, as hard as steel and made from the carapace of a Trojan insect. The spear, as if it had eyes, pierced through the Minotaur's thigh, pinning the 3.5-meter-tall minotaur to the ground.
Threatened with its life, fueled by bloodlust, rage, and hatred, the Minotaur disregarded its burning heart, letting the steam scorch it, and allowing the anesthesia to penetrate its nerves. It raised its limbs, which had undergone two mechanical modifications, to shield its neck.
Achilles' final blade clashed with it.
The Minotaur knelt, its two limbs flailing with swift, powerful force, constantly clashing with Achilles's precise and skillful combat techniques.
Blades clashed rapidly with limbs, the air slicing apart, weapons clashing, and the two locked in a life-or-death battle, their shouts echoing through the air.
In Achilles's view, both the Minotaur and himself seemed to be covered with a thin layer of red.
"For! Patroclus!"
"Roar!" For survival!