Chapter 168 God-Level Expert
Eric's attack was like a bomb going off, wiping out over twenty players in one go and sending shockwaves through the square. He popped up behind ZephyrStrider like a ghost, making the whole scene even scarier.
ZephyrStrider was hit with a mix of shock and rage.
He had no clue about Leo Ironblade's fate, but Eric's power was way beyond what he expected. One good hit from Eric, and it'd be game over for him.
Instinct kicked in, and he used Evasive Departure, shooting backward in a smooth arc, flying sixty feet through the air. This move made him immune to stuns and other nasty effects for a bit, giving him some time to think.
Eric watched ZephyrStrider's quick escape with a cold grin. With his crazy reflexes and insane strength, taking down ZephyrStrider would be a piece of cake; in fact, ZephyrStrider would stand no chance of resisting.
But if ZephyrStrider wanted to keep up this silly act, he'd have to deal with the fallout.
A quick death was too easy.
Eric wanted him to feel despair, to break him completely before finishing him off.
"Shield Warriors, Guardian Knights, form up! Elementalists, hit him with Frostburst Orbs! Focus all your firepower on him!" ZephyrStrider shouted, getting his act together as he landed.
A bunch of Shield Warriors and Berserkers, the Alliance's frontline fighters, charged at Eric without a second thought.
They ran straight into a storm of death.
Eric jumped into the air, spinning like a deadly top. The Abyssal Blade cut through the air, flames bursting from its dark surface.
"Inferno Thunderstorm!"
The fiery explosion swallowed the charging warriors, burning everything in its path. Even the toughest among them, a level 9 Shield Warrior, couldn't get his defenses up in time. The critical hit from Inferno Thunderstorm, a massive 1,700 points of damage, wiped him out instantly. Even the regular damage, a hefty 800 points, would've been enough to mess him up. The Berserkers, with their weaker defenses and health, didn't stand a chance, their bodies turning to ash, leaving behind only their gear.
Only a few level 8 Shield Warriors, lucky enough to avoid the critical hit, survived the blast. But they were left dazed, stunned for a crucial four seconds.
The Martial Alliance members stood there in shock, their faces white with fear.
Taking out low-level players was one thing, but these were their top guys, their seasoned vets, level 8 and 9 warriors, cut down like grass.
"Healers, get to work! Ranged attackers, let loose!" ZephyrStrider yelled, finally realizing just how terrifying Eric's power was. This guy wasn't just another player; he was a freaking hurricane. Even their toughest warriors were like bugs to him. Their only shot was to swarm him and hope to wear him down.
As the healers scrambled to patch up their fallen comrades, Eric struck again. His blade flashed like lightning, and a Shield Warrior, barely halfway healed, hit the ground, lifeless.
One by one, the Shield Warriors dropped. Their heavy armor and damage reduction skills were useless against Eric's relentless attacks. Each hit landed with bone-crushing force, dealing over 300 points of damage, way more than the healers could keep up with. The Berserkers, without the heavy armor, had it even worse, each strike cutting through them, dealing over 400 points of damage.
With the frontline in shambles, the Guardian Knights rushed forward, shields up, activating Blessing of Protection in a desperate bid to hold the line. Behind them, the mages unleashed a barrage of fireballs and ice arrows at Eric.
Eric moved like a blur, activating Zephyr Stride, dodging more than half of the incoming spells. He charged straight at ZephyrStrider, eyes locked on him like a predator on its prey.
Even with his dodging, some spells hit their mark. But the damage was laughable, barely scratching Eric thanks to his insane defense.
Even the big spells, like Inferno Burst and massive fireballs that could do over 100 points of damage to a level 9 tank, barely made a dent, hitting for maybe 20 points at most. Most of the hits were single digits, just pinpricks against Eric's 1,500 health points. His combat recovery, healing 30 points every five seconds, made their attacks pointless. He could just stand there, and their combined firepower wouldn't even make a dent.
What they didn't know was that Eric was now level 13, with extra resistance to fire and ice, giving him an additional 20 points of damage reduction. Even without the level difference, their attacks would only do about 40 points of damage. With the level gap, single-digit damage was all they could manage.
The Martial Alliance had a small army of mages, but their combined power was like a gentle breeze against a mountain. From the rear, Drowsy Sloth and Violet Mistflow each cast a healing spell, and in an instant, Eric's health was fully restored.
Another wave of melee fighters rushed at Eric, desperate to stop him. He responded with Duskblade Furydance, its 36-foot splash effect turning the battlefield into a death zone. He sidestepped a Guardian Knight with fluid, almost effortless movements, and pounced on the unsuspecting warriors.
A Swordsman, caught off guard, barely had time to react before Eric's blade sent him flying. His body crumpled mid-air, his inventory spilling out as he vanished into motes of light.
Assassins and Swordsmen tried to block Eric's attacks but were cut down like grass. Earthshatter Strike, a devastating area-of-effect attack, claimed ten more victims. Each blow landed with precision and overwhelming force, showcasing Eric's combat mastery. With over 100 strength, he could break common weapons with his bare hands. The Abyssal Blade and Silverlake Gleam, with their enchantments, made short work of their opponents, sending them flying, their weapons clattering uselessly to the ground.
Those too slow to react, who failed to raise their defenses in time, were instantly obliterated. Their armor durability plummeted, their levels dropped, and their inventories scattered across the cobblestones.
And the carnage continued. The splash damage from Duskblade Furydance cleaved through the ranks, halving the health bars of those caught in its wake. Before they could even process what was happening, they joined their fallen comrades, their bodies littering the square.
In less than five seconds, the Martial Alliance had lost over ten elite members and dozens more of their rank and file. Eric moved through their ranks like a ghost, each step a harbinger of death, his presence instilling primal fear in his enemies. He was now just steps away from ZephyrStrider, his gaze cold and unwavering, sending chills down the spines of those who dared to meet his eyes. They instinctively recoiled, their bodies betraying their terror.
"Stop him! For the Alliance!" ZephyrStrider screamed, his voice cracking with fear and desperation.
But it was no use. Despite the relentless barrage of magic and the sea of bodies surrounding him, Eric kept advancing, cutting down anyone foolish enough to stand in his way. For the first time, ZephyrStrider felt true fear, a primal instinct warning him of his impending doom. Though he knew this was merely a game, the hyper-realistic effects of the virtual reality made ZephyrStrider forget entirely that it was an artificial world. He had even forgotten the significant loss of so many elites from the Martial Alliance and the severe blow to their ranks. ZephyrStrider only knew he was in extreme peril; if he did not flee, death was inevitable.
He activated a speed scroll, his body blurring as he turned to flee.
Eric watched him go, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He unleashed a Wind-chasing Sword, a wave of energy slicing through the air towards the fleeing ZephyrStrider.
ZephyrStrider, desperate to put some distance between them, spun around and fired arrow after arrow, hoping to slow Eric down. But it was useless. The arrows, even with his dwindling mana, were effortlessly swatted aside by the dark blade light. In a flash, Eric was on him—a silver streak followed by a black blur. ZephyrStrider felt a sharp pain in his chest, then a burning agony in his neck. His health points began to plummet uncontrollably, and in an instant, it fell to zero.
He stared up at the virtual sky, eyes wide with disbelief and terror, as his body dissolved into motes of light.
The remaining Martial Alliance members watched in stunned silence as their leader, their level 9 Ranger, their champion, fell without a fight. The sheer power gap was mind-blowing.
Eric noticed the Mithril longbow that had fallen from ZephyrStrider's grasp and casually picked it up, adding it to his inventory. He turned his gaze to the remaining members of the Martial Alliance, his expression unreadable.
He didn't move to attack, but his presence alone was enough to paralyze them with fear.
'Why haven't the guards arrived yet?'
The thought echoed through their minds, a desperate plea for salvation. Only the guards, with their authority and superior numbers, could protect them from this monster.
But it had only been eight or nine seconds since the battle began—nine seconds of pure carnage. The guards, bound by the game's mechanics, were still moments away.
Eric surveyed the frozen scene, his enemies immobilized by fear, and made a decision. Most of his skills were on cooldown, and while he could undoubtedly inflict more casualties, it would come at a cost. He and his team would be vulnerable, and that was a risk he wasn't willing to take.
His inaction, however, only served to amplify the terror.
A single glance, a flicker of his eyes, had been enough to bring hundreds of seasoned players to their knees. The onlookers, witnessing this display of power, were left speechless.
"Who is this guy?"
"Is he some kind of god-level player?"
They stared at Eric with a mix of awe and fear, struggling to comprehend what they had just seen. To face down hundreds of players, to slaughter dozens without a scratch, it defied logic, defied the very fabric of the game. Even the most legendary players, the god-level elites, wouldn't be capable of such a feat.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the square.
"The guards! We're saved!"
The Martial Alliance members, their bodies trembling with relief, watched as dozens of guards, clad in gleaming silver armor, rushed towards them, their arrival bringing a fragile hope of safety.
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