Chapter 127 Ghost Rider
As the Savage Malevolences charged into the room, Eric calmly retrieved a mid-level Frostbite Grenade from his backpack and hurled it towards the oncoming horde.
With certainty in their prowess and a degree of familiarity with the outcomes of the elementary grenades, the Savage Malevolences remained unflinching. One of them, its jet-black claws extended, launched a spear-like attack towards Eric's chest.
However, the moment the mid-level grenade detonated, a wave of bone-chilling cold, far more potent than before, washed over them. A flicker of fear, a rare sight on their usually ferocious visages, betrayed their surprise. In the blink of an eye, all of the Savage Malevolences were encased in thick ice, transformed into grotesque statues.
The mid-level Frostbite Grenade was a trump card, a luxury item costing 10 silver coins each – more than the average high-level player earned in several days. It inflicted a devastating 1,320 damage to each of the dozen Savage Malevolences. With Eric's Demonbane title active, their health, already reduced to 4,500, plummeted by almost a third in a single blast.
This was the first time Eric had used a mid-level grenade against these enemies, catching them completely off guard. Future uses wouldn't be as effective; the Savage Malevolences would develop a degree of resistance to the icy blasts, reducing the damage output.
"Time to die!"
Eric roared, drawing his dual swords.
He moved with practiced grace, finding the perfect angle, and unleashed Thunderbolt. Blue arcs of lightning crackled through the air, enveloping the immobilized Savage Malevolences.
Thunderbolt, being lightning-based magic damage, benefited from a 50% damage bonus against these creatures.
Furthermore, Eric's level 9 status, coupled with the Abyssal Blade's level-ignoring properties, meant the level difference was practically nullified. Effectively, he was only one level above the Savage Malevolences.
The level 5 Thunderbolt hit them with a series of devastating blows: -176, -230, -297. It also applied a damage amplification debuff, increasing all damage taken by 30% for twenty seconds.
For a full five seconds, the Savage Malevolences remained trapped, offering Eric the perfect opportunity to unleash his full fury.
Slash!
Double Slash!
Earthshatter Strike!
He hammered away at the frozen figures, but his physical attacks were little more than a nuisance to the resilient creatures. Even a fully charged Earthshatter Strike, his most powerful physical attack, barely scratched their substantial health pools.
Cracks began to spiderweb across the icy prisons, a sign that the Savage Malevolences were about to break free.
Eric reacted instantly. He leaped into the air, raising his Abyssal Blade high above his head. The air crackled with energy as he channeled his power, focusing it into a single point. With a roar, he brought the blade down, striking the ground at the center of the frozen group.
A deafening explosion rocked the room as a wave of blazing thunder erupted outwards, engulfing the Savage Malevolences. The force of the blast knocked them back, inflicting over 500 damage and reducing their health to a mere fraction of its former glory. They were also stunned, momentarily disoriented by the powerful attack.
Nonetheless, owing to their exclusive status, the stunning effect was transient, enduring for no more than three seconds.
Eric didn't hesitate. With his enhanced attributes, he moved like a phantom, his sword a blur as he unleashed a flurry of attacks. Twelve afterimages of the blade flashed through the air, each one finding its mark, inflicting a steady stream of thirty-plus damage, occasionally punctuated by a critical hit for sixty.
As the three seconds ticked away, Eric pulled out another mid-level Frostbite Grenade, sacrificing another expensive tool to buy himself more time. The grenade detonated, encasing the Savage Malevolences in ice once more.
This time, the damage was reduced to 860, but it was enough. The combined assault had left them clinging to life.
The Savage Malevolences, used to dominating their foes, were now filled with a primal fear. They had underestimated this seemingly insignificant human, and now they were paying the price. They thrashed against their icy prisons, desperate to escape, but it was too late.
A second later, Eric unleashed his final trump card. The third mid-level Frostbite Grenade exploded, shattering the remaining resistance of the Savage Malevolences. They collapsed, dissolving into wisps of ethereal energy, leaving behind a small pile of loot.
System: [Defeating Savage Malevolence 6 levels above, experience points increased by 600%, gained 12,000 experience points.]
System: [Defeating Savage Malevolence 6 levels above, experience points increased by 600%, gained 12,000 experience points.]
System: [Defeating Savage Malevolence 6 levels above, experience points increased by 600%, gained 12,000 experience points.]
The experience points flowed into him, pushing his progress bar to 54% of level 9. He was another step closer to the coveted level 10 milestone.
With their leaders vanquished, the remaining Cursed Specters, driven by their primal hunger, swarmed towards Eric. He met their charge with a barrage of basic Frostbite Grenades, efficiently clearing a path through their ranks. His experience bar continued to climb, reaching 67% of level 9.
In just a couple of hours, Eric had gained two levels, an unprecedented feat. Nonetheless, such swift progress was not without its costs; only someone who had recently enjoyed a substantial financial surplus could indulge in such an expense. He had used over four hundred basic Frostbite Grenades, each costing 1 silver 50 copper, and three mid-level grenades, totaling thirty silver. In total, he had spent over 6 gold, the equivalent of 60,000 credit points.
Leveling up once cost more than 30,000 credit points, a sum that would make even wealthy professionals balk.
It was time to reap the rewards of his costly endeavor.
Eric commenced the process of amassing the spoils, an endeavor that consumed over a half-hour due to the vast multitude of adversaries he had vanquished.
After tallying his gains, Eric realized that he had not only recouped his expenses but had also turned a significant profit.
He had collected a total of 1 gold 32 silver, over three thousand tiny Essence of Spirits, more than ten skill books for various professions, dozens of level 12-13 Common Level equipment, over twenty pieces of level 10+ Bronze Equipment, and two pieces of level 15 Dark Iron Equipment.
The two Dark Iron Equipment pieces were a level 15 magic cloth armor and a level 15 two-handed axe, the latter being particularly valuable.
The magic cloth armor could fetch over 1 gold on the market, while the axe could easily sell for at least 2 gold. The Bronze Equipment, though less valuable individually, would still net him a tidy sum, each piece worth over twenty silver. It was a lucrative haul.
"This place is a gold mine," Eric mused. "I should bring Tonny and the others here to level up."
The risk-reward ratio was excellent. Not only could they recoup their expenses, but they could also level up at an incredible pace. It was the perfect training ground.
However, he would have to wait. For now, his team needed time to adapt to the new combat dynamics introduced by the Divine Realms: Legends evolution. Relying solely on Frostbite Grenades for leveling wouldn't help them improve their skills.
With the street cleared, Eric made his way towards the central square of Ghost Town.
Although he had eliminated a significant number of ghosts, the square was teeming with even more, their forms shifting ominously in the ethereal light.
In the center of the square stood a fountain, its waters glowing with an eerie blue light. A ghostly blue flame, the Frost Azure Flame, flickered within its depths. Surrounding the fountain were numerous Savage Malevolence guards, their eyes burning with malice. Among them stood a figure that sent a chill down Eric's spine.
It was a knight clad in pitch-black armor, a heavy silver greatsword gripped in its skeletal hand. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural green light, and an aura of power radiated from its skeletal frame. This was no ordinary ghost.
Ghost Rider, leader, level 15, health 100,000.
"No wonder the Divine Radiance Guild lost so many men fighting this thing," he exclaimed. Even from a distance, he could sense the raw power emanating from the Ghost Rider. It was far more intimidating than the Kobold King he had faced before.
Taking down the Ghost Rider would require a coordinated effort from hundreds of elite players. A direct confrontation was out of the question, especially with thousands of Cursed Specters and Savage Malevolences guarding the square.
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