Chapter 157 The Bigger They Are . . they burn better?

´´ You know for once I wonder why the final boss can't be a cute bunny who tries to hug you to death or an elderly pensioner who tries to bore you to death. . . But why do they always have to be sinister-looking titanic beasts? ´´

GOORAAH! POOF!

Without even bothering to answer Desmond's stupid question, the giant corrupted beast gave a low growl and attempted to crush Desmond with his hulking hooves.

Interestingly enough, Desmond didn´t have a strange fondness for wanting to be crushed to death in a bloody mess so he hurried out of the way before shooting the beast with his bow.

Tsuuu!

The arrow made a low hiss before striking the creature, but to both Desmond and Sasha's great surprise, the beast only staggered back a few steps without looking hurt; Although Desmond didn´t think that the beast would go down with a single shot, he also did not think that it would only shrug his shoulders as if his shot were only a mosquito bite.