The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 338

Chapter 338: The Boss

An ancient goat.

Duchess Amelia said that the very first form of the boss was supposed to be an actual goat.

In fact, it was why she initially found it difficult to battle it outright, because the creature didn’t even look like a boss.

Not when it found the grass more interesting than her.

And not when she recognized the behavior, especially the sounds.

This helped Luca create an image of the opponent based on the descriptions his mother gave.

So what’s this?

And in which universe did goats start looking like this?!

Well, in this one apparently.

She did say that the boss had evolved a lot, but its general form was still there. Then were they fighting a totally different entity right now?

For when the looming doors opened, something else greeted them.

Luca swallowed hard.

"I don’t think that’s a goat," he whispered.

Ollie, from inside Kyle’s cockpit, had already set his foot down in a silent protest.

"I’m done. I want to go home," the blonde whispered in disbelief.

But no one was going home.

Because standing before them was the furthest thing from a goat Luca had ever seen.

It was tall. Towering. Unholy. And definitely something that would make the old headmistress run for the hills.

Because even he wanted to run.

Coated in living, writhing bark, its body rippled like a storm of root muscle. It was humanoid, but only barely—its limbs segmented in unnatural places, twisted like snapped bone.

But then you see the head, and any deals you could possibly think of would just be scrapped.

A massive, horned skull, animalistic but lined with glowing amber eyes that blinked independently, like each one was thinking its own thoughts and looking at its own prey.

And both didn’t sound good to them.

But then you look downward, and then you see something worse, something that was really impossible to ignore.

From its chest downward, roots coiled like snakes, and wisps of that tar-like corruption bled from deep within like veins carrying molten sickness.

Only, what should’ve been sickness was feeding it, giving it more mass, and completing that change in its physical form.

This was no goat. This has got to be a demon.

That was more like it. Seriously.

"..."

"..."

Now these guys have learned something important throughout the times they’ve had to battle.

You do not wait for your opponents to finish. Not when its missing limb was threading together in real time.

The fight began instantly.

Xavier launched into motion first as ice blades cut into those leg roots to start.

Plasma cannons were shot, boring holes into those thick and slithering roots.

The goo sizzled under the intense heat while the limbs showed deep cuts, the black goo even trickling down.

And for a moment, it seemed like it worked, the boss even screeching as if annoyed by this sudden disturbance.

It didn’t bleat. Not anymore.

But then the roots twitched.

Then redoubled.

And instead of pausing, it just threaded faster, and more roots from the walls were coming in as if to the rescue.