The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

Chapter 155: Escaping

'Honestly, this is a great strategy. With me there, we could get a victory, but honestly, when? That's the question.'

Kaisen wiped his forehead, swiping off the wad of sweat that had formed there. He looked at his glistening fingers, amazed.

It had been many weeks since he had sweated like this.

His fingers were usually only drenched in two liquids: water from the pool and pussy juices from the women.

But now that had changed too. That was how dangerous this giantess woman was.

'Well, what about her second phase? Or third phase at that? Her patterns will surely change too.'

He knew that once a boss hit its second phase, all the patterns would change.

That was surely a problem. Not to mention, even now they didn't know her patterns at all.

They were just hoping she wouldn't attack them—

And then it happened. Vhalla slashed at Lloyd, who evaded it by a hair's width, but her sword still grazed his armor's chest piece.

'Upgrade.'

A golden light enveloped Kaisen's body as the lust points he had accumulated from molesting the guardians, getting a blowjob from Sable, and finally, having his way with Elfie were now used.

Twenty more lust points were added to his already impressive 120 levels. Now he stood tall at level 140.

'Talisman of the Eclipse Breaker.'

In a flash, his level skyrocketed from 140 to 280. It was like hitting the power-up button in a video game, and he felt ready to dance with the devil herself.

In the midst of the fight, Vhalla slowly turned towards him, her crimson eyes boring into his soul.

His body trembled with power and excitement, a cocktail of adrenaline and anticipation.

He summoned his Loathsome claws, the blade glinting in the moonlight like a prop in a cheesy action movie.

Seeing Vhalla distracted, his companions traced her gaze and saw the transformation in him.

They understood something had changed.

With a collective gulp, they took a few steps back, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire of whatever epic showdown was about to go down.

But no matter how strong he felt, a level 280 couldn't compete against a level 360.

The odds were unwinnable. Unless, of course, there was a loophole.

Kaisen charged at her, his speed ten times more than before, like he had just downed a gallon of energy drinks.

Vhalla raised her sword once more and slowly walked towards him.

Her eyes held more life now that he had made her feel something with his hands. And that also made her mad.

Step~ step~ Slash~

Vhalla brought her blade down with the force of a meteor strike, but Kaisen sidestepped, slashing at her thigh as he ran behind her.

He quickly made a gesture towards his companions to watch this fight, and they all nodded their heads.

Vhalla turned, her blade sweeping in a full curve.

Kaisen leaned back, letting the blade hover above him like he was dodging a low-hanging branch on a hike. Deflecting it or attacking wasn't part of the plan.

'Only chipped 5% of her health. This ain't gonna end quick.'

It was like trying to whittle down a mountain with a butter knife. Realistically, his level should have caused more damage, but bosses always had those pesky advantages, like "boss bonuses" or "plot armor."

For the next four minutes, Kaisen skillfully evaded all her attacks.

He made sure to attack her, provoking her to use all her attacks and skills, like he was some kind of annoying fly that wouldn't buzz off.

First, a horizontal slash, then a vertical one. If he got too close, she unleashed her energy explosion skill.

Kaisen's movements were smooth, almost like he was in a dance-off, his feet moving to a rhythm only he could hear.

Her speed was like a Y Tube video on 2x speed—one second she was casually strolling, the next her sword was inches from your face.

After four minutes of this lethal game of tag, Kaisen jumped back towards his companions.

"Hey, it's time. You guys saw her attack pattern, right?"

He asked, fully aware that Vhalla was probably walking towards them in slow motion, like a villain in a cheesy action movie.

"I know the patterns like I know the back of my hand."

Lloyd said, puffing up his chest like a peacock who'd just won a staring contest.

"But are you sure about this? What if you can't come back?"

Sable asked, her voice tinged with genuine concern. Kaisen was their strongest member, and without him, they were as vulnerable as a kitten in a thunderstorm.

"Sable..."

Kaisen placed a hand on her cheek, which made Alice's eyes widen like saucers, but she didn't say anything.

They were in a dire situation, and getting jealous now was as useful as a screen door on a submarine.

'Calm down, Alice. He's just assuring her. You're about to die, so stop thinking about the matter.'

Alice took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

'But remember he fucked you on top of Sable. Maybe he wants her—stop it, dammit.'

Alice was wrestling with her inner demons like they were in a WWE match.

She missed half of what Kaisen was saying, lost in a whirlwind of jealousy and rationalization.

Kaisen, meanwhile, continued outlining his plan, oblivious to Alice's internal struggle.

"Just remember her pattern and stay out of range, that's it. You don't have to attack her at all. And when I come back, she'll be begging for mercy, alright?"

Kaisen said, a sly grin spreading across his face.

He had grand plans—plans that involved making her plead for him not to defile her as he tore off her gown and released her voluptuous breasts and ass cheeks from their cage.

"It's time. Good luck to you all."

He added, tipping his head like a gentleman in an old-timey movie.

Then, without another word, he dashed around. Vhalla's eyes locked onto him like a hawk spotting a mouse.

But before she could lumber in his direction, three pesky, tiny mortals screamed and charged towards her, drawing her attention.

To top it off, an arrow hit her from behind.

Vhalla spun around, her crimson eyes narrowing in anger.

Kaisen took advantage of the distraction, sprinting out of sight.

His companions were left to dodge and weave, like extras in a martial arts movie, drawing her attacks and making sure to stay out of her lethal range.

Vhalla, now fully fixated on the puny mortals, began her slow, menacing march towards them.

Seizing the opportunity, Kaisen dashed toward the large rock he'd been eyeing.

Alwyn had once climbed it out of sheer fear for Vhalla, only to be miraculously sucked into the rock and transported outside the castle.

If Alwyn's tale was true, this rock was their ticket to freedom.

"If he's telling the truth then--"

Kaisen's thoughts were cut short as his hand began to sink into the rock, followed by the rest of his body.

It felt like being slurped into a giant magical vacuum cleaner.

In a matter of seconds, he was completely gone from the boss room, leaving his companions to fend off Vhalla's wrath.

...

Minutes later, Castle Soul was in an uproar.

The guardians, who had woken up after getting their asses handed to them by a bunch of nobodies, were now screaming and running around with faces as red as tomatoes.

Why?

Because a naked man was sprinting through the sacred castle, his large shlong swinging wildly like a pendulum of chaos.