Chapter 4: The Master of Turning the Tide
Two priests, having exhausted their magical energy from using additional spells, immediately picked up their hammers and charged forward. Meanwhile, I rushed towards the pale-faced individual.
"What the hell? Does this guy really have such a high-end scroll?"
The Guardian of the Holy Light Angel? I exclaimed in shock, but the word that escaped my lips was something else. This was the name that shimmered on that fellow, and it was also one of the names of the sacred artifacts on the equipment list. Although the overlapping descriptions of numerous pieces of equipment made it difficult to discern the exact nature of the protective effect, given the miraculous turnaround happening before my eyes, there was no need to elaborate on what this guardian was protecting.
"Am I really going alone again? That’s a damn level 70 beast! Sooner or later, I will settle the score with you." The dwarf warrior cried out, yet still raised his great axe and charged towards the fire giant, clad in heavy armor that clanked with each step. My decision was not made out of disdain for this fellow; rather, he was the designated tank of the team, and that ice axe was precisely the weapon to deal with fire elemental creatures, making him perfectly suited to block the attack.
However, the equipment list of the Thunderstorm style is not merely for show; high perception and high agility come into play. A lazy donkey rolled to evade the attacks of the two assassins behind. Standing up, it shouted loudly and began to slash and stab wildly with its longsword at the two visible assassins
The armor embedded with leather clearly belongs to the renowned Floating Cloud Leather Armor on the equipment list. The monk's fists and the thieves' crossbows had little effect on him, especially the thieves' crossbows, which could hardly penetrate his defenses, only inflicting a few points of forced damage. Surprisingly, the poison from the wyvern also had minimal effect on this individual; the poison damage merely caused a few green numbers to appear above his head. A low-level healing spell from the female priest immediately restored most of his health. If I hadn't spoken to this guy, I would almost think he was a high-level combat NPC set by the system.
Do you think you have killed me? Evil cannot triumph over good; I will not die. The charming swordsman is full of spirit, as if he is certain that he is the protagonist of a novel, bound by the law of protagonist immortality.
These two scrolls are worth at least several tens of thousands, right? Is this guy really willing to use them against us? Everyone, be careful
The mages and thieves hidden in the shadows of the woods emerged. A few of them curiously approached to take a look at the corpse of the top player on the ground, casually kicking it a couple of times. However, this was merely a display left by the system, soon to dissipate into light points; the true storm of thunder had likely been kicked offline and cursed long ago. Unfortunately, none of our team members were those expensive VIP users, and even if they were, they wouldn't be willing to use that costly camera sprite, which was as expensive as a dead person. Otherwise, everyone could have stood on this corpse and posed for a couple of photos, which would have significantly boosted the popularity of the video showcasing the technical kill of the top player on the leaderboard in the forum. Unfortunately, none of our team members were those expensive VIP users, and even if they were, they wouldn't be willing to use that costly camera sprite, which was as expensive as a dead person. Otherwise, everyone could have stood on this corpse and posed for a couple of photos, which would have significantly boosted the popularity of the video showcasing the technical kill of the top player on the leaderboard in the forum.
I was drenched in cold sweat, filled with both shock and anger. The strength of the Orc Sword Saint and the Orc Barbarian was certainly above twenty-four points, yet they were unable to repel the Thunderstorm even by a fraction, and were completely blocked. This indicates that the power of both sides is nearly equal. Amitabha, one must understand that the Cursed Sword Master is a profession that represents an advanced level of a mage.
I began reciting prayers when the Fire Giant appeared, simultaneously issuing combat orders in the team channel. At that moment, I, along with two other priests, had already cast several supportive spells such as Flame Defense, Flame Absorption, and Blessing on you, whom I did not expect. I shouted, "Second in command, it's up to you; the Fire Giant is yours. Everyone else, focus your attacks on that guy."
All magic above the second tier for mages must be learned by copying from scrolls, and scrolls of the third tier must be obtained from monsters of the corresponding level. Moreover, the drop rate for these scrolls, aside from those from BOSS monsters, is so low that it is almost more difficult than winning a lottery jackpot. Consequently, in the current market, scrolls for fourth-tier magic are available but rarely traded. However, this individual, upon making an appearance, actually used two sixth-tier scrolls to strike at others, a display of extravagant economic power that had already frightened people half to death before it could cause any real harm, leaving us in a temporary state of psychological numbness.
The long sword, which should be a heavenly weapon, emanates a blue electric glow, dancing in the hands of the storm with a sound like wind and water. The speed of both attacks and blocks is astonishingly fast. If the impressive effect were solely based on the agility of over twenty, it would not suffice; undoubtedly, he has already ascended to master-level swordsmanship. The team channel is filled with exclamations, with several warriors and rogues shouting that this guy is a freak. Even the orc sword saint in the team has yet to have the opportunity to advance to master-level swordsmanship, while he, a dual-class practitioner of magic and martial arts, has already achieved it.
Summon Fire Giant
"The scroll of the continuous lightning?" I never expected it to be you, my eyes widened as I exclaimed.
As I hurried over with my meteor hammer in hand during the argument between the two, the fierce aura I exuded made the girl immediately fall silent and pretend to hide. The pretty boy also stepped in to mediate, saying: "Saint Seiya Captain, this has nothing to do with her - she is just a weak woman..."
In a hurried glance over my shoulder, I saw the charming swordsman skillfully parrying the weapons of the Orc Sword Saint and the Orc Barbarian with a rapidity akin to a drummer's beat. He braced himself against the longsword of the Paladin, the fists of the Monk, and the crossbows of the Rogues, and then, with a swift motion, he thrust his sword to fell the assassin attempting a sneak attack from behind. The assassin was enveloped in electric sparks, his movements clearly hindered, and with another strike from this fellow, he let out a scream and met his end.
A faint hymn echoed in the white light, and I had already sensed that something was amiss. I shouted, "Everyone be careful, this guy seems to..."
If there is any consolation on the battlefield, it is that two priests who have exhausted their magical power and two slightly lower-level warriors are holding off the unicorn. Moreover, the second-in-command has lived up to expectations by managing to hold on in the battle against a fire elemental giant that is thirty levels higher than himself, continuously fighting while frantically consuming potions. It seems he has even used that treasured instant recovery potion he has kept. At this moment, the dwarf defender class finally witnesses the role of a dedicated tank profession. However, after all, this is a confrontation between players and monsters, with a level difference of over thirty. As soon as the series of fire defense protective spells on the dwarf warrior fail, it will instantly declare his demise.
Two shadows suddenly transformed into two assassins behind the stormy backdrop, and the two daggers that had just claimed his life lunged toward his neck again. The combat proficiency of us professional experts is not to be underestimated; although the situation changed abruptly, the two assassins showed no signs of panic or hesitation, immediately becoming invisible and preparing for a lethal strike.
The elven bard watched as the female priest hurled beams of holy light at her rival, infuriated and jumping up and down, shouting loudly. The female priest, undeterred, not only retorted with sharp words but also continued to gesture, preparing her divine spells.
Suddenly witnessing the once lifeless flirtatious rogue spring back to life, the young man was taken aback, staring blankly in confusion. The female priest named Sisi, however, was overjoyed and shouted in excitement. Observing the tempestuous rogue engage with several opponents, she immediately began reciting a prayer, casting two supportive divine spells upon him.
"The assembly is complete," I shouted.
I turned to look at the corpse of the top expert who had already fallen, as a beam of white light descended from the sky and landed upon it. The mage murmured, "Does this guy have to be so ostentatious even in death? Everyone else turns into light particles and slowly dissipates, yet he needs such a grand spectacle."
The pretty boy poet stepped forward and kicked twice fiercely, spitting several times before going to find the female pastor. Unfortunately, although the rival was avenged, the pretty boy, whether he shouted loudly or pleaded softly, still found the girl named Sisi frowning and shaking her head repeatedly. A few of us, including my subordinates, couldn't help but shake our heads as well; a woman who has changed her heart is like water spilled out, impossible to retrieve. Even if we take a step back and say it could be retrieved, it probably wouldn't have the same flavor as before.
The second scroll transformed into a portal towering two stories high, manifesting in the air. Behind the door, a sea of flames could be faintly seen, and then a five-meter-tall fire giant stepped out from within the portal. Immediately, a commotion erupted in the team channel
I naturally have no interest in watching these melodramatic shows. Just as everyone was preparing to use the return scroll, a mage suddenly pointed at the corpse on the ground and asked, "Hey, what is that?"
"Despicable!" A loud shout echoed, and amidst the white light, the stormy atmosphere surged with anger. Suddenly, a figure leaped up, unceremoniously unleashing a bolt of lightning, as thick as a water bucket, striking with the force of thunder towards several mages in the ranks.
On the other side, without my command, all team members charged towards the resurrected storm. The player ranked first, adorned with half of the equipment leaderboard, fully displayed his formidable strength. Although this individual’s maneuvering skills were by no means exceptional, the high attributes accumulated from his equipment and level proved to be astonishingly powerful in this direct confrontation. He managed to fell an advanced assassin with just two strikes and even had the presence of mind to cast a summoning spell. The unicorn, which had just returned to the astral realm, let out a cry and reappeared on the battlefield.
"Eagle Squad, and that Saint Seiya from Qingguo Mountain, you are truly despicable and malicious. Today, I shall rid the people of this menace." Thunderstorm shouted with righteous indignation, and without any delay, he immediately took out another scroll after throwing the first one of continuous lightning.
This girl is not of a high level, and the divine skills she employs are also commonplace. However, no matter how ordinary these skills may be, when they are used by someone equipped with the best gear at the highest level, like Thunderstorm Charm, they cease to be ordinary. Remarkably, she single-handedly threw three dedicated warriors and several thieves into disarray.
The first encounter with the resurrection spell in the game left several mages screaming in agony amidst the flashes of lightning, their bodies turning into charred corpses on the ground. They were all specialized mages in the team, who did not need to consider direct combat, so they created their characters to maximize intelligence, resulting in inherently low constitution, which they never increased afterward, making their lives as fragile as paper. They thought the battle was over, without a single protective spell on them, and the mages, who preferred to stand together, were instantly wiped out under this high-level spell. They were all specialized mages in the team, who did not need to consider direct combat, so they created their characters to maximize intelligence, resulting in inherently low constitution, which they never increased afterward, making their lives as fragile as paper. They thought the battle was over, without a single protective spell on them, and the mages, who preferred to stand together, were instantly wiped out under this high-level spell.