Chapter 136

But Harry was in no mood to wait and watch as an enemy pulled itself together. He had a plan. Quickly, he checked his inventory and found that he had two grenades left from his raid a year back.

Pulling out the two, Harry lobbed both straight into the swarm of fusing zombies without pulling their pins out. And seconds later, the massive Legion zombie stood to its full height and gave out a massive challenging roar at Harry.

With a smirk, Harry transformed Gandiva back into its bow form and notched an explosive arrow, before he shot it right at the Legion's filthy chest.

BOOM!

The explosive arrow went off with a boom and set off the two grenades inside the Legion's chest.

BOOM!

BOOM!

Critical Strike! Doom Arrow- 2200 x 700% = 15400 Attack!

The walking zombie orgy exploded in a massive shower of blood and gore, before turning into dust.

Harry stared at the critical strike window in front of him. That grenade shot counted as an arrow!? So did that mean…

Ping!

Explosive Arrow upgraded to: Doom Arrows - Arrows made with a delicate combination of finely controlled elements…And a fuckton of explosive chemicals. They explode upon contact with target. And go boom.

+90% Damage

'Oh hell yeah! This is awesome!'

Notching the Doom arrow, Harry pointed it at one of the other two Legions that had fused and were rising to their feet, and let go.

BOOM!

Critical Strike! Doom Arrow- 2200 x 700% = 15400 Attack!

Harry felt the shockwave this time as it rippled over the ground. This was not a weapon to be lightly used, he thought as he pointed another Doom arrow at the final Legion and let go.

Critical Strike! Doom Arrow- 2200 x 700% = 15400 Attack!

And with that, the second tier boss in the zombie dungeon was finished.

Silence reigned for a few moments.

Harry notched another arrow, alert, as he waited for the final boss in the ID. The theme of this dungeon was undead, so the next boss was sure to be some kind of an undead being. The wind around him started to pick up as a cold feeling started to set in.

It was a few minutes after that, that Harry looked up at the sky and saw it.

Flying at him from the skyline above the Buckingham Palace, illuminated by the rays of the waning moon, was a cloaked figure that was flying without the aid of any broom. Its face was completely hidden beneath its hood.

Harry didn't waste any time in observing the figure.

Dementor

Lv-83

HP:93400/93400

MP: 200/200

Str- 21

Vit- 82

Dex-65

Int-21

Wis-14

Luc-0

An undead creature, one of the foulest to inhabit the world, Dementors feed upon human joy, and thus cause depression and despair to anyone near them. They can also consume a person's soul, leaving their victims in a permanent vegetative state. They cannot be destroyed by any known wizarding method or magic. Insanely fast and impossible to kill, the only recommended thing to do when encountering one is to run.

Kill to get- 10,000 Exp.

Harry paled. This wasn't something he could fight!

The ID was undoubtedly not going to let him out while he was in a battle with the biggest boss in the ID. He had only one choice of action. Retreat and recuperate.

Turning around, Harry began to run as fast as he could along the Mall road. Unfortunately, the Dementor seemed to have taken that as his first move.

The cold increased a hundredfold, and Harry's heart coiled in his chest, making him stumble in his run. Looking behind for a glance, Harry cursed on noticing that the Dementor was following him, and was gaining on him.

He ran and ran, apparating all over the place just to throw the Dementor off, throwing occasional balls of fire and not looking back anymore, until a cold shriveled skeletal hand clutched his shoulders and yanked.

Harry's feet caught upon themselves, and he flipped over mid-air and skidded along the road before he came to a stop. Before he could even get himself back up, the Dementor was on him and pushing him down with a strength that was beyond the skeletal hands.

Fog started to obscure his vision, and flickers of memories rose to the surface of his mind before the Gamer's Mind immediately prevented them from appearing. He felt alone…so utterly…and completely…alone.

He could feel the creature watching him, hear its rattling breath like an evil wind around him. The dementor seemed to be considering him. Then it raised one of its rotting hands, and lowered its hood.

Where there should have been eyes, there was only thin, gray scabbed skin, stretched blankly over empty sockets. But there was a mouth…a gaping, shapeless black hole, sucking the air with the sound of a death rattle.

A paralyzing terror filled Harry so that he couldn't move or speak. His feeble attempts at using magic didn't produce a thing. The Dementor's powers were working on an emotional level. They were playing with Harry's hormone levels to make him feel depression and despair…Gamer's Mind was helpless against it.

A pair of strong, clammy hands suddenly attached themselves around Harry's neck. They were forcing his face upward…he could feel its breath…he could feel its putrid breath…his mother was screaming in his ears…Maybe this was his end…

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