For a supernatural creature like a six-winged gargoyle, which had a solid body and wasn't particularly afraid of lightning strikes, apart from the "Rage Strike" of the "Sailor" pathway, Alger felt he had no good options.
Of course, the "Singing" that directly resonated with the target's auditory organs and Mind Body was definitely the most effective. If he had encountered it elsewhere, Alger would certainly have exploited the six-winged gargoyle's tall, heavy, and lackluster agility, circling it, using "Singing" to affect it while striking the same spot with sharp wind blades, relying on accumulated damage and the passage of time to slowly grind the enemy down.
But he was now in the burial chamber, where the environment was restrictive. Once he avoided the front, the six-winged gargoyle would inevitably turn toward Gehrman Sparrow, attacking him with a seven-to-eight-meter stone halberd, preventing the mad adventurer from seizing the opportunity to deal with the three undead. Most importantly, Alger suspected that the effect of his "Singing" on Gehrman Sparrow might be greater than on the gargoyle itself.
Boom!
The stone halberd slammed heavily into the ground, creating an exaggerated pothole and shaking the entire burial chamber as if an earthquake had struck. Alger did not forcefully block the attack. Propelled by a gale, he veered right, took the opportunity to soar up, nimbly and neatly dodging the six-winged gargoyle's strike, and rushed straight for the monster's head.
Just then, he saw those pale white eyes burning with fire.
Alger's thoughts instantly faltered, his body stiffening as if he had suffered petrification again, yet no gray-white color appeared or spread on the surface of his skin.
Carried by inertia, he continued to soar upward but couldn't swing his short blade in time, smashing headfirst into the head of the six-winged gargoyle. With a 'splat,' he was sent flying backward, his whole body aching.
His eyes reflected the pale, heavy halberd once more, but his thoughts were sluggish, completely incapable of making an effective response.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed his shoulder and yanked him sharply to the side.
Boom!
Stones flew, sparks scattered everywhere, and the heavy halberd of the six-winged gargoyle smashed another huge crater into the ground.
Alger's body shuddered. His vision cleared, and his thoughts quickly returned to normal.
It was as if he had finally woken up from a nightmare he could only watch but couldn't resist, regaining control of his body.
Only then did he realize that Gehrman Sparrow had somehow appeared by his side. In the corner where the three bodies were, residual lightning still crackled and sizzled.
"Don't look it in the eyes. Attack its chest," Klein said in a concise reminder, pulling Alger along to dodge the stone halberd.
Having personally experienced and witnessed countless battles, Alger understood the intention without needing Gehrman Sparrow to explain further. He immediately broke away from the help, nimbly circling around to the side of the six-winged gargoyle.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
He charged toward the six-winged gargoyle with large strides, waiting until the stone halberd swept horizontally before he was launched high into the air by a sudden gale, dodging the attack.
Woo!
Another hurricane propelled Alger toward the chest of the six-winged gargoyle.
As he moved, he closed his eyes, drew back his right arm, and let the corresponding muscles bulge out one by one.
Then, relying on his judgment of distance as a "Navigator," he swung his right fist, which held the short blade.
Howling wind blades and crackling lightning erupted simultaneously, surging forward with his punch.
Boom!
Alger's right fist struck the chest of the six-winged gargoyle with explosive force. The gray-white stone there was first covered in fine cracks as silvery-white electric snakes danced across it, then shattered, turning into a deep crater!
Crack! His short blade burst apart, shrapnel flying in every direction.
The powerful recoil sent Alger flying backward. Mid-air, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Gehrman Sparrow, wearing a silk top hat, who had somehow circled around to the front and pulled back the hammer.
Immediately after, the austere adventurer sharply raised his hand, aiming the deep, dark gun barrel at the six-winged gargoyle.
Boom!
In the echoing blast, a bullet passed through the pit in the gargoyle's chest and shot inside.
A rumbling sound erupted. The gray-white stone monster's body violently shook several times, and the fire burning in its eyes quickly went out.
After a brief pause, it fell forward like a mountain collapsing, creating an earth-shaking thud and an earthquake-like tremor.
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At this moment, Alger had just managed to steady himself with the help of the wind.
Klein did not speak to him, nor did he look for loot. He simply turned around and faced the scorched patch of ground where Azik's copper whistle lay quietly.
Tentacles covered in "fish scales" writhed. The undead that had lost half its body rose to its feet, trails of electric snakes still flowing over its form.
It was that majestic, reckless, and tyrannical undead. Originally wearing a tattered brown jacket and a pirate captain's hat, it now had no left arm, was missing its right leg and half its head, and its entire body was covered in scorched and melted marks.
But even so, it did not rest. It was still trying to merge with the surrounding flesh and blood to enter a stronger state.