Chapter 187 Forcing the God of the Undead into a Corner!
The God of the Undead stared in disbelief as cracks appeared on his supposedly unbreakable blade. "How the hell is this happening? How can a nobody like you damage my indestructible weapon?"
Alan just grinned, knowing he was onto something.
Turned out, even "indestructible" gear had its limits. he just had to break its indestructible trait first.
Using the 100% armor-piercing effect of the God-Slaying Whip, Alan shattered that limit.
His arrows kept flying. Now that he could damage it, he aimed to completely destroy the God of the Undead's weapon.
"Soul Imprisonment!" The God of the Undead saw through Alan's plan and cast a binding spell on him.
"Star and Moon Purification." Alan broke free instantly. For an archer who's danced with death, this was a piece of cake.
"Soul-Devouring Black Hole!" the God of the Undead shouted.
A black hole appeared under Alan's feet, but he reacted in a flash.
"Spatial Blink!" Alan teleported out of the black hole's range, his arrows still flying like crazy.
"Withering Bones!" The God of the Undead didn't let up, chaining his skills rapidly.
"Super Armor!" Alan's three-headed, six-armed form was burning through MP. Even with the MP orb, it only bought him a bit more time.
Without missing a beat, Alan ramped up his attacks.
Thanks to his three-headed, six-armed form, his other two heads could chug mana potions to keep his MP up.
This way, he could keep his form longer.
"Soul Rend!" The God of the Undead kept trying, using this to chip away at Alan's health.
But it was useless. With over eight million health points, losing a bit was nothing to Alan.
Flame Meteor triggered!
Thousands of meteors rained down, forcing the God of the Undead to retreat. He couldn't dodge them all and lost millions of health points.
"Who's the god here, and who's the player?"
Watching from the sidelines, it was hard to tell who was who.
The God of the Undead's skills dealt over fifty thousand damage to Alan. For a newly revived god, that wasn't low.
But what about Alan?
Triggering a skill, he dealt millions of damage to the God of the Undead—a hundred times the difference. It was utterly exaggerated.
In less than ten seconds, Alan triggered Flame Meteor again, dealing millions more damage.
Not only that, six of the God of the Undead's main weapons were already cracked.
And that was with him avoiding using the cracked weapons to block Alan's arrows. Otherwise, his weapons wouldn't just be cracked—they'd be shattered.
"Enough!" The God of the Undead roared, glaring at Alan. "Ice King, I admit you're strong, but I haven't wronged you. I just wanted to make a deal. Why are you doing this?"
Alan sneered. "Why am I doing this? Now that you're losing, you start talking like this?"
Even as he spoke, Alan's arrows didn't stop.
"Ice King, you forced me. Even if I have to fall into slumber again, I'll make sure you die!" The God of the Undead roared, summoning countless terrifying undead to charge at Alan.
"Buddha's Light Shines!" Tranquil Zen Master finally stepped in, not just standing by.
Under the Buddha's Light, the power of the undead weakened a bit, but not by much.
After all, it was a god-level technique, and Tranquil Zen Master wasn't quite there yet.
Alan put away the God-Slaying Whip, and all three heads and six arms equipped bows, firing five arrows at once.
Over six hundred arrows per second, combined with Lightning Leap, Flame Meteor, and Death Reincarnation constantly triggering, the undead were visibly thinning out.
Tranquil Zen Master watched in awe, now only able to describe Alan's strength as overwhelming.
It was unbelievably powerful.
This wasn't the strength of a level fifty player!
Even if someone said this was the power of a level five hundred or even a level five thousand player, it would still seem exaggerated.
"Ice King, truly the number one player in Ragnarok!" Tranquil Zen Master muttered and realized that even with a god-level hidden class, there would still be a gap between him and Alan.
But now he understood, this wasn't just a gap. They weren't even on the same level.
"Awesome!" Alan looked at the dense swarm of undead, feeling delighted.
Because these undead counted as life forms, over six hundred arrows per second could increase his health by over nineteen hundred.
Due to Flame Meteor and Lightning Leap, even though Alan shot only over six hundred arrows per second, the actual number of undead killed exceeded three thousand.
Even so, these undead lasted thirty-five seconds before Alan completely wiped them out.
During this time, the God of the Undead kept casting skills to interfere with Alan.
Unfortunately, the God of the Undead's damage couldn't outpace Alan's health regeneration.
One could only say that the God of the Undead was really quite ordinary.
And the most direct benefit for Alan was that his health increased by sixty-six thousand.
The God of the Undead saw Alan kill all his undead in such a short time, his expression turning extremely grim.
The most crucial point was that Alan didn't stop upon killing these undead, and his arrows continued to rain down on him like a storm.
With over six hundred arrows per second, the God of the Undead found it hard to keep up.
"What kind of monster is this?" The God of the Undead was furious. He couldn't completely block Alan's arrows now, and some arrows would inevitably hit him, each dealing hundreds of thousands of damage.
If it was a critical hit, it could deal over a million damage.
Such terrifying output made the God of the Undead tremble with fear.
At his initial revival, his strength was less than one-millionth of his peak, and his attributes were fully suppressed.
If he were killed by Alan now, he would become a laughingstock among the gods.
After all, he was different from the Ice Goddess. The Ice Goddess's main body had been killed by the Lord of the Hall of Glory and was just a sealed remnant soul.
He was different. He was a true god.
Though he was a newly revived god, he was still a god. Dying at the hands of an adventurer, especially one who hadn't even undergone a second job change, would be utterly humiliating.
The God of the Undead shouted, "Ice King, stop!"
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