Self-Summon [Demon Summoning/Evolution litRPG] Chapter 71: [1.71] Unleashed (Part 2)

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Gelic braced for impact the best she could as she crashed into the ground. Fortunately, thanks to Wallop Resistance and Punching Bag, she was built for such a crash. What she wasn’t built for, though, was the leaking gash across her gut. Now that her body was at rest, all the pain really hit her at once, making her squirm and whimper. Her Named Order acted again, once more grabbing fistfuls of dirt around her, rubbing it all into the wound. Then Second Stomach made the transfer on its own, filling it to the brim with her previously procured pre-poisoned dirt. She would need to remember to empty it with Starvation later, or going to the bathroom would surely suck. Apparently her subconscious thought that dirt was a cure-all, but it was definitely helping. And despite what looked bad, her Health had only dipped down to 25%, not even what the DGS deemed as “critical.” “Are you alright?” Xinder flapped down, landing next to her on the ground, what sounded like actual concern in his voice for the first time. “Shall I call Vystal to heal you?” “Naw, I’m good.” She didn’t really lie, but played off her pain, hiding it way more than she was feeling it. But she knew that a heal from a Summoner ate up a lot of mana, and would rather save such a vital crutch for when she was actually dying. “Got my trusty dirt.” Gelic then began to dump more poisoned fistfuls into her mouth like a lazy bear slurping on honey, replenishing her coffers a good bit. Using this much Toxic Imbuement in such a way was very inefficient for her MP, though, so she didn’t fully cap it off again. More importantly, now that the daze from the hit had subsided, Angelica desperately got her sights on the Malignant again, just in time as she watched the last of her Toxic stacks fade away, getting her all important data. [Malignant Lv.189 | Health 75%] Her Toxic stacks had worked well for their short-lived lifespan, but now that they were cleared, the eel’s Health started climbing back up again. It returned to 80%, where it was before her mostly failed assault. There, it flickered between 79 and 80, balanced between the output of the collective Summoner-Demon alliance and its own natural health regeneration. So unless the good guys drastically increased their damage output, killing it at all was seemingly out of the question. Maybe if they wore it out or got critical hits on more vital spots, it could hamper its ability to recover, but for now, things weren’t looking good. Still, Gelic knew the key. But that knowledge was useless by herself, and since she wasn’t part of a Sect, she had no reason to keep secrets. When she made it back to the frontlines, she shouted at the top of her lungs, squeaking in her gravelly voice, “Poison works!!!” Hopefully she was able to cut the noise. It was at least enough of a disruption for her comrades to briefly glance back at her, along with some wandering eyes nearby. But nothing really happened, at least for a moment. Did they not hear, not believe her? Too proud and stubborn with their own tactics? Maybe the path of poison wasn’t popular, not an Attunement that many resonated with in the Skill Weave. Steadily, though, several of the flashy colors flying at the monster shifted to a familiar Pestilence purple. Yes, yes, yes! The Imp practically tapdanced with glee as she watched the eel’s health plummet. Regrettably, it didn’t go too far. [Malignant Lv.189 | Health 63%] The switchup of tactics brought the Malignant down to hovering in the low sixties, significant progress, but back to a stalemate. Actually, it was much worse now. Since damage was ramping up again, the eel had finally decided to fight back. It had lowered its body slightly, so that the edge of its claws scraped across the ground. Then it started to spin, flailing its fins back and forth, scratching all around itself, like a blender liquifying the clearing and the trees at the outer edge. All groups had to retreat just a bit, some literally blown back by the intense wind a