The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 27: Chapter 25: You’ll Die A Coward’s Death

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Chapter 25 You’ll Die A Coward’s Death They were fast, insect-like beasts the size of a tiger or a small bear, only with way too many legs. Eric grimaced and thought, Great, bugs… So much fun with all of their creepy, little stabby-feet. And, they’re gonna get here before the others are up. That’s just fantastic. I’ll have to use more mana than I’d like for this. They came rushing toward him in what looked like a sloppy arrow formation, one at the head and others flanking it from a couple of meters behind. If it had been alone, then another casual bash with his shield would do just fine, but with a pack of beasts in his face and his party not at his side, he would have to use something he hadn’t had the opportunity to try out yet. Eric ran forward to face them head on and buy his team the time they would need to join him. As he approached the point of collision with what the system called a Skitterbug Scout, he flexed the muscles of his shield arm, pulling it in close to himself. He rammed it into the bug with everything he had, and he activated his untested skill. Reality warped around Eric’s shield, and as he dug his feet into the ground, the rest of the insects caught up to their leader. His shield exploded into duplicates that launched out to either side of him, the 10 mana draining from the use of his Shield Wall ability. Eric gritted his teeth against the force of the five skitterbugs that slammed his shield in near unison, and with a shout that scraped at his throat, he activated a shield bash that was mirrored across a wall of shields. A bolt of electricity shot past his right shoulder, going over the shields and throwing a bug into the tunnel wall. It was dead before it hit the ground. Looking back at the enemies he’d bashed, he could see that he’d already dealt some severe wounds, but his wall of shields was already collapsing back in on itself. Both ManaSniper and Mark must have arrived first, because another bolt came from over his left shoulder to take care of a second bug, which left three enemies coming back towards him. Heavy footsteps thundered from behind his left side and he knew that fur-covered backup had arrived. He focused on blocking the center skitterbug with his shield, while he slashed out with his sword towards the one on his right. A blur of brown-furred mass crashed through the clicking insect on his otherwise undefended left side, and he’d never been so happy to have Doggy in the party. One final stab finished off the enemy to the right, as a thorn-covered vine shot up through the earth to grip the bug in front of him in a death grip that yanked its struggling body to the ground. Dozens of small cuts drained the life from the creature in a matter of seconds. His plan had worked. He’d managed to hold them off, his group had come in to wipe the floor, and none of them had been injured. Just as he was about to check out his XP gained in his system notifications, Doggy let out a high-pitched trilling groan. The capybeara stumbled back towards the group, and Beatrice ran forward to meet him. As she started to perform a quick scan of his body, he turned to let them all see the stinger that had been left behind by the skitterbug he’d defeated. It was buried deep into his side, and a clear, watery liquid dripped from the snapped-off base of the shiny black chitinous spear. Eric paled at the length of the object that might have pierced him if not for Doggy. “Oh, crap! They had freakin’ stingers. Loot! We need you, it looks like some kind of poison or something,” Warden shouted out to J.D. After having run to catch up, J.D. was too late to join the fight, but he was close enough to rush to their side. “Ah, not poison. It’s a venom,” he clarified. “Really? Is that important right now? Just help him!” she shouted in his ear. J.D. ran a hand over his stubble-covered jaw and said, “Yeah, sorry. On the count of three, pull out the stinger.” “How can I help?” asked Eric “Just keep trying to soothe him,” she repl