The ground below was littered with the bodies of monsters, leaving the onlooking players in shock.
Godslayer was undoubtedly the rightful number one!
Skywalker watched this scene, dumbfounded. He gripped his long sword tightly but
eventually let it fall in resignation.
His own strength, he feared, wouldn’t even reach Godslayer before being obliterated by his skills.
It seemed that reaching the third tier resulted in a significant power boost!
Skywalker consoled himself with this thought, rekindling his fighting spirit. Once he reached the third tier, he was determined to defeat Godslayer.
Perhaps he wouldn’t even need to reach the third tier.
He glanced towards the Dark Forest. The sky had darkened, and the forest was now pitch black and silent, full of lurking dangers.
This was only the second wave of the monster tide. He refused to believe that Godslayer alone could withstand the subsequent waves.
“Equipment! Quality gear!” A shout rang out as players noticed the scattered equipment among the monster corpses.
There were hundreds of items, all second and third-tier quality gear.
The surrounding players’ eyes lit up with greed. Some couldn’t resist the temptation and quietly moved onto the battlefield to collect the equipment.
Boom! Boom!
Two Thunderstorms struck, instantly turning those players into white light.
John’s cold voice echoed, “Any player who trespasses onto the battlefield is an enemy of the Flame Legion. Death!”
The shout reverberated around.
It scaring a few Assassins trying to sneak in to retrieve equipment back into the crowd.
However, many players continued to eye the dropped equipment, searching for another opportunity.
John remained unfazed, standing silently on the back of his black dragon, Avis, circling in the air. He didn’t deal with the remaining jungle wolves below, waiting instead for the third wave of the monster tide.
Time passed, and another hour went by.
The first wave of jungle wolves was finally dealt with.
The soldiers had no time to catch their breath before the ground trembled slightly-the third wave of the monster tide had arrived.
This time, it was 70-level Minotaurs, numbering over ten thousand, with two 100-level fourth-tier elite bosses, the Minotaur leaders.
John was excited. His Wrath of the Gods talent required the slaying of ten fourth-tier elite bosses to upgrade.
After this monster tide, his talent would surely upgrade to S-tier, further reducing its cooldown.
The Minotaurs roared as they charged.
John raised his staff, unleashing Rain of Fire, triggering a Spell Combo, and turning the ground below into a sea of flames.
Roars and screams echoed as the powerful Minotaurs fell under John’s magical attacks, unable to resist and getting annihilated instantly.
[You have killed a Level 70 Minotaur, gaining 52 experience points.]
[Plunder talent activated, strength +1.]
…
Notifications popped up continuously, though John didn’t gain much experience due to the shared experience within the party.
He didn’t mind this; what he valued were the attributes plundered through his talent.
Just one wave attack of monster tide, he can plunder two thousand attributes, including special attributes.
[Plunder talent activated, physical critical hit +1.]
[Physical critical hit attribute has reached the maximum value of 100 points. Further increases will add 1% to physical critical hit damage per point.]
John was surprised. He hadn’t paid attention to his hidden special attributes recently, and now his physical critical hit had reached its maximum value.
A 100-point physical critical hit meant a 100% critical hit rate, ensuring every physical attack would be a critical hit.
With his two main talents, physical damage and Dual Mastery, enhancing his attacks, each hit would be devastating. Even fifth-tier monsters wouldn’t withstand his normal attacks.
Moreover, he could continue to increase this attribute, with each point adding 1% to his critical hit damage.
John briefly considered abandoning his mage profession to focus solely on his Demon Assassin.
Quickly, the third wave of the monster tide, the Minotaurs, were cleared by John alone. The ground was littered with corpses and scattered equipment, all of which were high-quality third-tier items.
“Ritchie, don’t just stand there. Clean up the battlefield,” John called out to the stunned Ritchie.
Ritchie finally snapped out of his daze, taking a deep breath and swallowing hard. He silently gave John a thumbs up.
John’s strength had surpassed the realm of ‘strong’—it was downright monstrous.
Under Ritchie’s command, the soldiers excitedly began to clear the battlefield, collecting the dropped loot.
They even harvested useful materials from the monster corpses, piling up the useless ones to form a temporary barricade.
The watching players stared longingly at the scattered equipment, feeling a pang of regret each time a piece was picked up.
It was as if those items belonged to them.
A few Assassin players couldn’t resist the temptation and stealthily infiltrated the battlefield.
But John detected them immediately, using a simple spell to send them back to the respawn
point.
Other players, intimidated by John, dared not make a move, watching in frustration as Flame Legion members looted the battlefield.
Toby observed the scene with burning eyes, filled with confusion.
Why were these regular monsters dropping equipment? Could it be related to the attacking
monster tide?
But the last time Gaia failed to establish a city, there was no mention of regular monsters dropping equipment.
Toby watched as piece after piece of equipment fell into the hands of others, itching with
envy.
Such immense wealth couldn’t just go to Flame Legion. He would do everything in his power
to seize it back!
He needed to establish his own city as soon as possible to secure his place in the world of
Gods…
On the city wall, Anna looked at Black Turtle and asked, “Senior, do you still not believe that our benefactor is the legendary savior?”
Black Turtle frowned. He was also surprised by John’s strength but still shook his head, refusing, “He is not a native of Skyline Continent.”
“Does that really matter? Our benefactor is different. Besides, we have a common enemy.”
Anna was somewhat angry. She hadn’t expected Black Turtle to be so stubborn. Her intuition
told her that John was indeed the prophesied savior.
Black Turtle ignored Anna, staring at the slender figure atop the black dragon in the sky.
To be honest, he was somewhat swayed.
If this adventurer truly was the savior of prophecy and he hindered his growth, he would be a
sinner for eternity.
…
The battlefield was quickly cleared.
With the lure of equipment gone, the onlooking players were much quieter.
Roar!
From the dark, deep forest came another wave of roars, and the ground trembled.
The fourth wave of the monster tide was upon them.
It was the Fire Spirits, level 80, resembling giants engulfed in flames, with thick skin and high
defense, adept at fire magic attacks!
John frowned. The Fire Spirits, despite their strength, were still no match for him.
However, given the rapid escalation, the next waves would undoubtedly bring level 100+ tier-
four monster tides.
The blood-red demon wolf and other beasts were powerful but too few in number. He wasn’t
sure if they could hold the line.
The firelight illuminated the forest, turning it into a sea of flames.
The Fire Spirits moved like a flood, wading through the fire, their high magic resistance
making the flames ineffective against them.
John’s expression grew more serious. He cast Rain of Fire, his staff continued to wave, and the
ground trembled as he activated the Earthquake skill.
Boom, boom, boom… The ground shook, severely hindering the advance of the Fire Spirits’ army.
Overhead, amidst the rain of fire, Thunderstorm and Wind Blade roared, along with the
dragon flame Devour from the black dragon Avis.
The Fire Spirits fell in droves, still unable to withstand the onslaught.
“Boss, let one of the tier-three elite bosses through. I need it for my advancement quest,”
came Ritchie’s excited voice from behind.
He finally understood why John’s two companions leveled up so quickly. Teaming up with John, leveling up was like riding a rocket. In just under half a day, he had leveled up from the forties to sixty, meeting the advancement criteria. “Brother-in-law, me too,” Armstrong said nearby, watching his rapidly rising experience
bar. He was already at level 58 and would reach level 60 after John finished off these Fire
Spirits.
“John, I want in too!” Sini called out from the city wall.
She had already reached level 60 during the third wave of the monster tide.
“No problem,” John agreed, picking out three 85-level elite Fire Spirits bosses, severely
weakening them before letting them through.
Seeing the three charging Fire Spirits, Ritchie and Armstrong, full of confidence, gripped their
weapons and charged.
Sini, who had just jumped down from the city wall, frowned and quickly warned, “Be careful, those are 85-level elite bosses…”
She hadn’t finished speaking when there was a loud bang, and the two of them were sent
flying.
Fortunately, Tracy on the city wall reacted quickly, casting a healing spell just in time to prevent them from being killed.
The two broke into a cold sweat. After finally reaching level 60, they had almost had to start
over.
Ritchie helplessly called out to John, “Boss, we can’t beat them.”
He couldn’t understand why these monsters were so easy for John to handle but so difficult
for him.
John noticed the situation behind him, patted Avis, and said, “Go help them.”
With that, he leaped off Avis’s back into the midst of the Fire Spirits monster tide.
“A mage getting up close with monsters? Isn’t he courting death?” Toby exclaimed with excitement, already envisioning John’s downfall.
With such terrifying damage, Godslayer must have sacrificed health and defense. There was
no way he could withstand the Fire Spirits’ attacks.
Moreover, there were still over three thousand Fire Spirits.
But soon, Toby’s smile froze.
Rock Armor formed around John, and the Fire Spirits’ attacks couldn’t even break through his
armor.
Then, with Rain of Fire cast, a large area was engulfed in fire, and Fire Spirits fell in massive
numbers.
Soon, the Fire Spirits army was once again slaughtered by John alone.
The watching players had gone from initial shock to numbness. Equipment and loot were scattered all around.
This time, however, the players didn’t dare make a move. At this moment, Avis’s grumbling voice came from behind John.