Chapter 188 Did you drive away the God of the Undead?
The God of the Undead let out a roar, sending a shockwave that knocked Alan off balance.
Alan stumbled but quickly regained his footing. He didn't rush. He pulled back his three heads and six arms, giving the God of the Undead a indifferent look. "I'll give you a minute. Say what you gotta say. Don't say I didn't give you a chance."
The God of the Undead almost wanted to puke in a fit of rage.
He was a deity! And here he was, getting disrespected by a first-rank adventurer.
The God of the Undead said, "Killing me won't do you much good. How about we make a deal?"
Alan raised an eyebrow. "What kind of deal?"
'Blood money?' Alan thought. 'Iwonder how much a deity's blood is worth?'
The God of the Undead offered, "I'll give you my blessing, granting you immense power. In return, you leave and don't come back for three years. Deal?"
Alan rolled his eyes. "No deal."
A blessing from a deity, and he expected Alan to back off? He must regarded Alan as a beggar.
Killing the God of the Undead would bring him more benefits.
The God of the Undead said, "Ice King, don't be too greedy. My blessing isn't something ordinary deities can offer."
Alan chuckled. "Forget it. I still think killing you will bring me more benefits."
"Kill me?" The God of the Undead squinted in anger. "Ice King, do you really think you can kill me?"
"Of course," Alan replied.
"If you think killing me will bring you more benefits than my blessing, then go ahead and try." The God of the Undead sneered, his aura growing sharper.
Tranquil Zen Master stepped back involuntarily. "Amitabha, a battle to slay a god is not something I should witness, regardless of the outcome. I take my leave."
Tranquil Zen Master left, knowing that no matter the outcome of today's battle, he shouldn't be here to see it.
Sometimes, knowing too much wasn't a good thing.
Neither Alan nor the God of the Undead stopped him.
To both of them, Tranquil Zen Master was an insignificant presence with minimal impact on the battle.
After Tranquil Zen Master left, Alan checked his MP. He had been continuously recovering it.
Now, he had about twenty thousand MP left.
That was enough for basic combat.
His three heads and six arms needed an hour to cool down, so he couldn't use them again for now.
But even without them, it didn't matter.
Alan's combat style didn't rely entirely on his three heads and six arms.
Alan continued to attack with his feathered arrows.
The God of the Undead's recovery ability was average.
Without using his three heads and six arms, Alan's feathered arrows struggled to break through the defense of sixteen arms.
However, Alan had the passive effect of Flame Meteor. As long as Flame Meteor was triggered, the God of the Undead would lose millions of HP.
If the critical hits were numerous, it could even take away tens of millions of HP from the God of the Undead.
He was now firing five arrows at once, two hundred arrows per second.
Even though the trigger rate was low because the opponent was a deity, it wasn't ridiculously low.
After all, this was a newly resurrected deity, not a fully powered one, so the suppression on probability wasn't too severe.
Even so, Alan averaged one Flame Meteor trigger per minute. That meant about twelve thousand arrows to trigger it once.
The trigger rate was kinda low.
But Alan didn't sweat it because each trigger would shave off millions of HP.
And there was no way the God of the Undead could heal millions of HP per second.
Plus, Alan had already written the God of the Undead's name in the Codex of Life and Death.
So, the God of the Undead was taking an extra continuous damage of over ninety thousand HP per second.
That added up to over five million per minute, plus the damage from Flame Meteor, making it over ten million HP lost per minute.
The newly resurrected God of the Undead, even with high health points, surely wouldn't be excessively invincible.
Losing over ten million HP per minute, Alan didn't think the God of the Undead could hang on.
Even though the God of the Undead had decent self-healing abilities, in a sealed state, he couldn't handle Alan's crazy damage.
Feathered arrows kept flying, and the God of the Undead's HP bar was steadily dropping.
Alan couldn't see the exact HP, but he could see the HP bar in combat.
Based on the healing and damage, he figured the God of the Undead's combat healing was around two million per minute.
That meant the God of the Undead was losing over eight million HP per minute.
Healing worked differently in combat and non-combat states. In combat, a lot of healing mechanisms couldn't kick in.
Otherwise, even a newly resurrected deity would heal more than two million per minute.
But because of these reasons, Alan had a shot at taking him down.
The God of the Undead also realized this. Alan was trying to wear him down. "Your five-arrow volley isn't a skill. Using this skill will drain your mental strength big time. This isn't good for you."
Alan smiled. "If you're scared, just say so. Draining my mental strength is worth it if I can take down a god, even if it means a few days of rest."
The God of the Undead gritted his teeth, realizing Alan was dead set.
"Ice King, there's no need for such extremes. We can reach an agreement. Let's discuss the advantages once more, shall we?"
Alan sneered. "To me, killing you is the biggest benefit."
Hearing this, the God of the Undead's face turned grim. Alan had no intention of backing down, not even giving him a chance to negotiate.
The God of the Undead said, "Ice King, I am a deity. I have many valuable things. There's no need to kill me."
Alan didn't respond, just kept up his attacks.
The God of the Undead wasn't wrong.
No doubt, such an intense five-arrow volley was a huge drain on his mind.
Normally, he could keep it up for five or six minutes.
Pushing it, he could go for seven or eight minutes.
But keeping it up for ten minutes would be a serious mental strain for Alan.
But if he could kill the God of the Undead, it would all be worth it.
"Rage!" Alan activated Rage, boosting his damage and attack speed even more.
"Ice King, you're a madman. I can't deal with you. I'm outta here!" The God of the Undead roared in frustration, then turned into a grayish-white light, disappearing into a formation below the tomb.
Alan's eyes widened. "Did he just bail?"
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