"You haven't read the walkthrough yet … Prepare yourselves! You want to kill me? You're just asking for it! "
A silver-winged, red-armored bird shouted in midair, "You're not ready yet!" Everyone below him was panicking. This scene was rather familiar.
When playing games, the only thing that was more troublesome than difficult bosses was having idiotic teammates that didn't even read the walkthrough. Actually, in the real world, such idiotic teammates were quite common.
There were dark priests who cast negative energy damage at undead creatures, fire mages who tossed fireballs at fire elemental creatures, and amusing idiots who tried to sneak around and assassinate beholders. Every year, the fairies' monthly magazine would have a very popular article — the 100 Funniest Ways to Die of the Year.
If I recalled correctly, last year, there was a top ranked demon warlock who was threatened by a three-headed demon Demon Lord who resolved to transform himself into a demon.
This wouldn't have been a big deal at first, but the demon Demon Lord who transformed himself into a speed-type demon was the most favored demon on the food chain. As a result, the demon Demon Lord laughed and directly glared at the demon warlock with a threatening glare, transforming the demon warlock into a frog that was stared at by a snake.
However, if you did the exact opposite of these idiots and attacked the enemy's weaknesses, you would be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort. For example, the Holy Knight preferred to use war hammers rather than swords. This wasn't because of personal preference, but rather because their primary targets would always be undead and demon creatures.
Skeletons, zombies, and other undead creatures were highly resistant to stabbing and slashing damage. However, it would be quite difficult for them to take damage from attacks that destroyed their physical structures and bones.
Rangers in the forest preferred to use all sorts of sharp, thorny arrows. This was mainly used against unarmored beasts and beastmen. This type of arrow would leave an enemy bleeding profusely. Sometimes, it would be possible to follow a trail of blood to find an enemy that had died of HP. But if you used bleeding arrows against the undead, it would be no better than picking up a random rock.
Similarly, for the heavily-armored Knight, war hammers and spiked hammers were also jokingly called "can openers". The vibrations and shockwaves from these hammers could kill a Knight even if he was in perfect armor. Actually, demons with magic armor could also be viewed as a type of super heavy armor unit, which was why it was best to use "can openers" against them. The Snake Archduchess' first attack with her war hammer was doubtlessly a type of test, but since her war hammer was barely at the Myth-level, she herself didn't have much hope.
For powerful individuals who had survived for a long period of time, collecting information on their opponents had become a daily habit. Any kind of targeted investigation was a necessary process when dealing with powerful enemies. Doing so would be tantamount to suicide. In fact, this was similar to how players had to look up guides and watch videos when fighting a raid.
Of course, it was also fine if you didn't look at the enemy's information at all. You could simply use repeated deaths and team annihilations to find out the enemy's abilities. But in reality, you only had one life. "A new hero starts all over again" only existed in the game.
And so, for truly powerful individuals, the competition would begin before the battle even began. If all their information was leaked, they would be killed sooner or later. This was commonly known as "as long as you have information, you'll be killed sooner or later. Without information, you'll be invincible." Or, to put it another way, "without a guide, without any preparations, you'll be a trailblazer. If you have a guide, experience, and preparations, you'll be a fast grinder. Both sides are on completely different levels of difficulty."
Everyone wanted to hide their information. However, powerful individuals who had reached a certain level of power would often have their strengths and weaknesses set in stone. As long as there was a record of their attacks, it would be nearly impossible to completely hide their information. However, they would definitely have an ace up their sleeves. Unless the difference in power was so great that it was impossible to completely suppress them, it would still be a competition of trump cards.
The undead had indeed investigated me and made preparations. They had also deduced that I might have a hidden ace up my sleeve. In the past, I had only shown off my Sword Saint level swordsmanship, outstanding ice magic, and God's Descent ability. As for Holy Light, undead magic, and the like, I had no battle records to prove it.
No matter if it was Holy Light or undead magic, any path would require a lifetime of experience and time to pursue. If one wasn't completely sincere, they wouldn't even be able to face their own desires. It was likely that they wouldn't even be able to form a Legend's Soul Imprint, unless they were reborn … Fine then, my resurrection would probably be different from other undying individuals. At the very least, I didn't believe that any other existence would be able to maintain their true self in the River Styx.
"I can prove my Sword Saint sword techniques, as well as the frightening forbidden spell 'Ice Aeon.' I also need to be on guard against ice magic. Of course, there's also the Undead Emperors' signature undead magic. As for Holy Light, there's no battle records. Holy Light itself also conflicts with the power of death. It's probably just a political method to obtain the Holy Church's favor. "
If it were me, I would probably make such a judgment as well. However, sometimes, some people couldn't be judged by common sense.
At the very least, judging from their previous performance, they had indeed prepared quite well.
The female Blood Tribe member before me was as slippery as a snake. She could casually use the ultimate techniques of the Warrior Monks from over a hundred different schools of thought. Her Agility stat had probably long since surpassed 30. I, a Sword Saint, was as clumsy as a monkey waving a banana in front of her. Meanwhile, that curse mage only used a single Fatigue Curse on me, which caused my stamina to increase exponentially. My sweat under my armor already smelled like blood.
And, as long as I tried to kill that troublesome bald curse mage, she would keep me busy, even at the expense of being injured. And at this time, the Blood Tribe's regenerative abilities were truly disgusting.
As for that assassin who cosplayed as a Death God, he would instantly vanish and regroup after missing his attack. From start to finish, I was only attacked by him without being able to counterattack. Not only that, I had to be on guard, which made me feel more and more depressed.
I had already confirmed that all three of them had plenty of ice resistance magical equipment on them. My large-scale ice attacks were restricted. If I tried to cast an incantation, the Blood Tribe Warrior Monks wouldn't give me a chance to do so. As for casting death magic … Let's not even talk about whether or not they were prepared. Undead creatures powered by negative energy would either absorb or resist ordinary undead magic. Right now, I didn't have any top-level undead magic that a Myth-ranked undead creature couldn't resist.
My sword techniques were nothing more than an unskilled apprentice in front of the Snake Archduchess, who had trained hard for over a thousand years. I never expected that my ice magic would encounter so many ice resistance magical equipment. If this had happened two months ago, I probably would have died from such a direct attack.
Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, in my previous battles, I had fought against Undead Emperor Aso and the Titan Giants. Both battles had made me dance close to death, and I had also discovered my own shortcomings.
Every time I fought a battle, I liked to reflect on my mistakes. This would allow me to do better next time. But if Aso had gone all-out against me, or if the Titan Giants had directly ambushed me, no matter how perfect my performance was, I would likely have met the same fate …
"I can't always hope to be lucky. There will be more and more opponents of this level in the future. At the very least, I need to think of a way to survive. Only by surviving will I have a chance at victory, and only then will I have a chance at using my trump card to turn the tables."
Reality proved my choice. These three veteran Myth-ranked undead creatures were more than capable of suppressing me in terms of pure power level. If it wasn't for the fact that I had this metal armor, I probably would have been instantly killed.
[Dragonscale Ice Armor: Guardian of Yongye. System Evaluation: Legend (can grow).]
[Titan Giants' Thunder Metal: This armor has Legendary-level damage reduction. 30/God Equipment. Any damage dealt by any weapon below God Equipment will be reduced by 30 points. System Notification: You actually embedded a shard of the Titan Giants' shield into this armor to increase its defense? Only you could think of something like this.]
【Ein Mezus' Protection: The dragon's bloodline flows within the armor. She is protecting the wearer of the armor. However, this isn't good news for the attacker. After all, this means that the wearer has to absorb at least 100 points of damage every day in order to be able to deal any damage to the wearer. This ability will automatically repair itself. The repair will be completed within 24 hours.]
The agile Warrior Monks were indeed my natural nemesis in melee combat. However, his high-speed bare-handed attacks and high Agility made it so that his attacks didn't deal much damage. In front of this top-level armor, even his penetrative attacks were forcefully reduced by more than half. Plus, I had my own damage reduction, so the actual damage dealt was only around 30% to 40%.
In order to deal with such an armor, I would have to use a God Equipment "can opener" battle hammer, or use a top-level forbidden spell to directly attack the soul. However, neither of these would be easy to deal with.
"With this armor, I'll at least be undefeatable."
Actual combat had already proven my choice. If I only focused on defense, I would die sooner or later. Stamina exhaustion and small injuries would also be fatal.
I was able to hold on for so long, not only because of the Dragonblood Battle Armor's astonishing defense, but also because Erebella was helping me to take care of my injuries. The 'Shield Slime' in the armor acted as a second layer of defense, and the 'Life Slime' was also helping me to clean up the clotted blood and heal my injuries. Thus, I barely managed to achieve a balance between offense and defense.
Although it seemed like it was a 1v3, in a way, it was still a 3v3.
While the undead were vexed about not being able to defeat me, I was also vexed about not being able to deal any effective damage.
Even though I was undefeatable, it seemed impossible for me to achieve victory. The undead were unable to open my "can opener", and I was unable to deal any effective damage to them.
"It would seem that I can only use the second method … For the Holy Light!"
I reached out with my hand again. This time, I didn't take out my ice crystal magic sword. Instead, I took out my Holy Knight silver battle hammer.
[Myth-ranked Weapon: Undying Slayer (Fake)]
[Attack Power: 40 – 40 (10 Holy Light). Speed: Extremely slow.]
[Special Effect 1, Undead Butcher: All undead that are hit by this attack have a certain chance of being instantly annihilated.]
[Special Effect 2, Divine Protection: Summon a golden Holy Domain to defend against the invasion of evil. Duration of 30 seconds. All invaders will receive 5 points of Holy Light damage per second.]
[Special Effect 3, Divine Power: When facing against undead, the user's Strength + 2 (limited to Holy Knight).]
[Special Effect 4, Divine Fury: You can enchant this battle hammer, increasing holy damage by 10. Hammer (limited to Holy Knight).]
[There's a line of twisted silver words on the handle of this battle hammer: This battle hammer once belonged to a true Holy Knight. Only a true Holy Knight will be able to utilize the full power of this battle hammer. System Notification: Instead of being a Sword Saint, do you really want to be a Hammer Saint? Comrade Luo Dachui.]
If your opponent was an ordinary person, this battle hammer would probably be an excellent weapon. But if your opponent was an undead, it would definitely be no weaker than a God Equipment.
After Harloys devoured this Holy Hammer, she also gained the ability to transform into this form. But if she chose to transform into this form, she would have to enter a state of complete hibernation in order to prevent her soul from being damaged. She wasn't compatible enough with this form.
However, the undead below were all astonished. How could an Undead Emperor use Holy Light? The previous SemiGod Undead Emperor had used Holy Light to deal with Myth-ranked undead? Wasn't this a little too much of a joke?
Who would've thought that it was possible to combine the power of Holy Light and the power of Death? The Holy Church had done everything it could to suppress the news of what had happened in the Northlands. In their eyes, even if I could use Holy Light now that I had only used undead magic, it would only be an illusion created by using some tools.
"Such high purity of Holy Light! How is this possible!? "
Everyone knew that the purity of a Holy Knight's Holy Light was directly related to one's faith. The purer the Holy Light, the more damage it would deal to the undead and demons. That was why demons and devils would think of all sorts of ways to make a Holy Knight fall. And the more devout a Holy Knight was, the more powerful the fallen Black Knight would be.
This Holy Light, which seemed to have physical substance, had already surpassed the understanding of the Undead Calamity. Who would've imagined that an Undead Emperor would actually have such a devout faith in the Holy Light?
A holy battle hammer, sturdy armor, and eye-catching Holy Light and Holy Flames. This was an undead killer — a Holy Knight. As for me, I felt as if I had returned to the past.
I suddenly spread my wings and stood in midair, looking down at the undead below me. I waved my hand, and the entire sky was filled with falling feathers. Every single feather was a bomb infused with Holy Light.
Holy Flames covered the entire sky. At this moment, it was as if the sky was raining Holy Light.
After cleansing my own bloodline, my War Angel form had also evolved and strengthened. And in this form, my greatest improvement was in my pure power of Order.
"All of you shall be reduced to ashes by the flames of Holy Light!"
My golden wings faintly glowed with Holy Fire. The golden feathers flashed in the sky, and any undead that came into contact with the feathers instantly melted as they wailed in agony.
"The boss is in the sky. It's time for the second mode. Everyone, get to your preset positions to avoid the AOE attacks. The AOE countdown is counting down, three, two, one. Madan, that white bone lich, you ran in the wrong direction. As expected, you're dead! The leader of the lich job class, deduct his guild points … The silly cat isn't here, so it's rather boring for me to comment on myself. "
[Did you just realize that you're super boring? What kind of boss commands a raid by itself!? Do you want me to act as the DBM (Boss Battle Alarm Plugin)!? System Notification: 5 Justice Points have been deducted. Thank you for your patronage!]
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