The Demonic Games (Disgardium Book #7): LitRPG Series by Dan Sugralinov (e book reader free .TXT) 📕

Iceblock

You are confined within an iceblock that protects you from attacks and damage for 60 seconds, but you cannot attack, move or use items or abilities for the duration.

The deadly hailstorm landed on the block of ice. Everything either bounced off or slid to the side. Enemy magic mixed with whirlwinds in a boiling mass of light flowed down the ice and dispersed, dealing no damage. It seemed Iceblock could shake off even an Armageddon. An unknown well-wisher had extended my presence in the Demonic Games by a minute. But what now?

In the glow of magical flashes I saw who my help had come from — Modus and the Travelers, who hadn’t showed themselves until now, and now I realized why: they didn’t think it was crunch time yet. I remembered that they’d been at the graveyard, standing behind Quetzal and Marcus’s group, waiting. Maybe they were ready to help me then too.

My thoughts cut off. Chaos was breaking out above. Two rogues emerged from Stealth in fountains of blood, stabbing unsuspecting players in the back. The victims fell down, and those beneath didn’t notice right away. Maybe the vanquished had a Seal of Silence placed on them, or something similar. I managed to make out the backstabbing bravehearts through the ice — I recognized both! They were Berstan and Filex, captain of T-Modus in the final of the Junior Arena. My heart skipped a beat — had Modus really decided to help me?

Staying shoulder to shoulder, the rogues continued their bloody advance, and at first met no resistance — the contestants had no idea what was happening, and fell in droves. And it wasn’t just dead bodies falling. It seemed a mage had cast Dispel, removing the Feather buff!

With a soul-destroying scream, one of the mage’s victims fell right onto me. The ice got covered in blood, but I could make out the dwarf girl Kimberley impaled atop the Iceblock. Her arms and legs twitched. I hoped Bleeding would kill her quickly so I could see properly again.

The corpse soon disappeared along with the blood spatters on the icy walls, and I saw not only a floor littered with corpses, but also the ice mage Kara, who had overtaken the others and come to help me. Hovering ten feet away, he fired off a Blizzard and slowing Cones of Cold at the players floating in the air. The meleers like destroyer Quetzal and bruiser Marcus suffered worst: Feather didn’t let them control their motion in flight, just slowed their fall.

Suddenly the space around Kara exploded in a rift and a gigantic rhinoceros charged through it! It was Messiah, the shapeshifter magician! The long horn was just about to tear open the mage’s stomach and disembowel him, when suddenly… Splat! The rhinoceros’s head exploded in a spray of blood and skull fragments. The horn flew off and stabbed into the unlucky lopher Urkish’s ear.

I looked to the side and saw who had killed Messiah: some ways off from the main group, Hellfish the shapeshifting sniper had taken up a position. He held a gnomish rifle, smoke rising from the end of its barrel. Boom! Even through the ice I saw the recoil push the sniper further back from the main group.

His name seemed very familiar to me… Wait… He was a priest of the Sleepers! That day when I’d initiated the Modus and Travelers officers, so much happened that I forgot the werewolf sniper’s name!

Next to Hellfish stood Koba the Hunter, Yen the Archer and Olaf the sorcerer. The mage Kara Blinked his way over to them. The warrior Kart, templar Alison and druid Kanu took up a position in the forefront to protect their allies. Now I was seeing our foes in the Arena final all together. If these guys know anything, it’s team PvP! I thought, feeling a rush of pride for my allies once again.

Destiny was the first to figure out what was going on. No sound got through to me, but I could tell by the silver ranger’s furious gestures that she had taken command into her own hands. Her people focused their fire on the two rogues cutting their way through the crowd of gormless contestants like foxes in a henhouse.

Curser Roman’s figure flashed by, pointing a finger at me. His “Hope you die!” was clearly out of place; I couldn’t use any skills then anyway. The point of the curse became clear when, forming into a wisp of directed smoke, it bounced off the Iceblock, sped up and hit Destiny, seeping into her. The elf girl twitched, widened her eyes, forgot what she was doing and ‘ran’ toward the nearest wall, but since she was ‘running’ in the air, she just continued her slow fall, her arms and legs waving. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Destiny ran as hard as she could for the wall.

I didn’t see what happened to her there — my view was blocked by the rogues Berstan and Filex, pushed away by Inchito the priest and barbarian berserker Geyserix… Inchito stood a little off to the side in a white toga, waving his arms, and the wounds on Geyserix’s body closed up before my eyes as he swung his two-handed sword. The healer and damage-dealer made a good team; shame they were on the other side.

Berstan nodded to his ally, who rushed off to take out the healer, but his curved dagger collided with a glowing shield. Then lightning struck the rogue, but didn’t kill him. By then the barbarian had sped up, and the sword in his hands flashed like a helicopter blade.

Youlang the spellcaster stood out with a sparkling glow as she attacked Filex and Berstan with chain lightning. Help came for the rogues from their allies: an arrow from Yen thrummed into Youlang and a bullet from Hellfish exploded through the side of her