Reinhart didn't stay too, long after Rezar had convinced him to leave, in all honesty the boy would have been nothing but a nuisance, so all Rezar had to do was face the endless throngs of monsters that came after him. He was able to resurrect both minotaur's, and they've been a great help so far. But it didn't end there, after Reinhart left, waves after waves of monsters came and by this point Rezar had completely lost track of how many.
The only upside to this was that he practically had an army of undead by his side, but then again it was hardly enough as with each wave there were more and more monsters and the preparation time between each wave was too small. Out of all his undead only Neema and Screet could resurrect a monster. But with just the three of them, their rate of resurrection couldn't keep up with surge of monsters.
Rezar took a step back, evading g a swipe from a giant rabbit monster. He moved in stabbing his sword upwards into its throat then turning around to stab his now blunt sword through the cracks of giant cockroach's carapace. He ducked under a wild swing of a bipedal goat that stood a head taller than him. He smashed the pommel of his sword into its stomach, causing it to hunch over before he places its head under his armpit and twisted, breaking its neck as he flung the sword in his hands.
[Power Strike]
The sword was like a bullet and grenade at the same time, it released a concussive blast on impact that threw a few monsters backwards before shattering into over a dozen pieces. Neema rushed past him, her giant axe spinning her tiny body round and round as she sheared every monster that came close to her in half. Screet was putting his claws to good use as he went low, bringing monster to the ground by cutting through their tendons and then slashing their throat open.
[Siphon]
Rezar moved his hands to the neck of a minotaur that could be considered medium sized, the body of the minotaur rapidly desiccated and wilted as its life force was absorbed and Rezar's depleting magic stat slowly regenerated. But that wasn't the end as the siphon skill didn't have a cool down and didn't require and magic expenditure. He smashed his hands into the chest of a rather beefy hairless ram, sending it flying back into a group of enemies as used both hands to grab another goat man by the horn and then used the [siphon] skill.
He flung the desiccated body away, not paying attention to it as was smashed into dust, however it was in that moment an elite minotaur with a halberd stabbed its horn through his chest. There was pain, but there was no panic as Rezar had grabbed its horns and only the tip had pierced his chest. But the momentum of the minotaur was not one he could bring to a complete halt with his power stat as he kept getting pushed back, his feet digging furrows into the already bloodied meadow.
Both his hands were occupied and the minotaur was not stopping, so Rezar just let his instinct take over as he pulled back, dislodging the horn from his body and bringing his head down to the neck of the minotaur. It wasn't easy, but his teeth bit into the neck of the minotaur. Its blood gushed into his body like a fountain of life and rejuvenation. It didn't taste good, but it felt good.
Rezar pulled back and then brought his knee smashing into the jaw of the minotaur, not at all caring that he lost his balance and fell on his back. But he was incredibly satisfied hearing the crack of the monster's neck as it fell across his body, very much dead. Rezar pushed the minotaur off him and got into a kneeling position.
[Raise Undead]
[Skill Successful]
The Minotaur got to his feet and joined the fray, smashing through its comrades like a freight train that had gone off its rails. Rezar on the other hand had developed a weird urge on the battlefield, and he happily indulged it. Everywhere he went, his pearly white teeth flashed in abject hunger and pleasure as he ripped into the monsters, drinking their blood like there was no tomorrow. Some part of him was disgusted with his actions, this wasn't the kind of behavior you would consider normal, but he was not stopping, in fact it didn't seem like he had any intention of stopping.
And so they continued, a teenager and his undead laying waste to a battlefield and indulging in what could only be considered a literal bloodlust. Rezar didn't stop, happily killing and killing until there were no enemies left to kill. He waited, and he waited, but there was nothing. Just him and over 300 undead mutated farm animals. The dungeon itself had worked under a farm animal theme, which was why the monsters were all variations of farm animals.
There were real minotaur's in Elysium, and they were either players or uploads living out a unique reincarnation just like Lenore who was a demon. It was silent, and the only thing present apart from Rezar and his undead were the scored of dead monsters. He was the only one still in the party, plus with those three leaving the dungeon, all of the loots were now his. But they would only be distributed when the dungeon had been completed.
All of a sudden the dungeon began to shake, the winds became fierce, and the earth beneath his feet shook. Then the forest in the north of the meadow seemed to peel away like some sort of painting, there was a ripping sound as more and more of it was torn apart, and it spread. Going round the entire meadow until Rezar realized he was no longer in a meadow surrounded by forests, he was in a meadow surrounded by a swamp. This was the fifth floor, it was time for the real boss to appear, and this was because Rezar had done the impossibleā¦. he had slain every monster sent his way. And now he had to slay the monster responsible for the sending, this was the only way he could escape the dungeon.