Most of the non-human races were physically stronger than humans, and the Mountain Tigers were among the most outstanding of them all.
Even with the help of the Mutants and slaves, they were able to build a sturdy fortress with less than a hundred people. This could be seen from this fact.
Moreover, the gates of the stronghold did not pale in comparison to many cities on the Eastern Continent.
If Gerald had been surprised by Edward's act of blowing up the city gates, then the frenzied behavior of the Players after the gates were blown up and the entire stronghold was open to them made Gerald wonder if he had fallen into a cultist's trap and accidentally become one of them …
Some of the Players had summoned a bunch of bizarre seafood, and with their tentacles and suction cups, they easily climbed over the walls of the stronghold to clean up the remaining Hyena-men priests.
Some of the Players had several translucent specters hovering around them. They were clearly wielding longswords, but their main form of attack was to smash their enemies with tombstones.
Some of the Players fired several arrows only to have the Hyena-men evade them. Hence, with a furious bellow, the Player tore off his clothes and turned into a giant bear, dashing towards the Hyena-man and slapping it into a pancake, before reverting to human form and continuing to fire arrows at a lower aim …
Even the husky who had asked the question was raising his lance and shouting something like 'seal removed'. Soon, the lance shone in a myriad of colors, within which a woman seemed to be muttering something along the lines of 'permission to remove the first seal'.
Then, the light on the lance began to swirl, eventually turning into a rainbow spiral that shot out along with the screaming husky. After stabbing three Hyena-men who were trying to take advantage of the situation, the lance pierced through the walls of the stronghold and vanished into thin air …
Gerald wasn't sure if he had gone mad, or if the world had gone mad. Why could their weapons emit rays and waves of light? Was it magic? Divine arts? Why did they have to shout names before they attacked? Why did they have so many cool special effects even when they swung their swords?
Shouldn't battles be more serious and serious? Why did they fight like a bunch of brats on a field trip? Furthermore, they were the kind of brats with especially great destructive power!
Judging from the destruction caused by those skills, it was obvious that they were not just for show. They were truly similar to magic or divine arts.
As long as they fought seriously, the Savage Tribe would not be a match for these guys. No wonder they were so sure that they could win.
But the problem was, which church would have so many followers who could use such powerful divine spells?
Where did these fellows come from?
That was when Gerald vaguely remembered that they mentioned the God of Games.
In his young life, he had never heard of this god.
At the very least, it wasn't one of the True Gods acknowledged by the Brilliant White Church and the Temple of Glory.
Although they weren't as crazy and evil as the evil cultists, their actions were so strange and unpredictable. Could they really be cultists?
Gerald's gaze landed on the merchant who needed his protection.
Fortunately, this merchant looked decent …
But even before Gerald could rejoice, he saw Marni casually throw away the orange dagger in his hand and spread his arms in a weird pose.
"Can you do it?!" A Player who ran past him asked.
"Very well!" Marni replied loudly.
In the next split second, many armor parts flew out of nowhere and assembled themselves over Marni's body with clanging sounds, turning him into a tin man that was striped in gold and red.
Then, Marni began to punch each kid, blowing apart every Hyena-men who dared to bare their teeth at him.
His movements were so clean and efficient that some of the Hyena-men turned and ran in fear. Still, Marni didn't let them go, and simply raised his arm.
"Rocket Throwing Fist (Equipment Skill)!"
Then, Gerald saw the armor on Marni's arm detach on its own and fly out like a doomsday fist, hammering the two Hyena-men to death, before flying back and reassembling itself over Marni's arm.
"W-what the hell is that thing …"
Gerald asked hoarsely, pointing at the gauntlet that was still dripping blood on Marni's arm.
"Armor," Marni answered matter-of-factly.
"No. Most armor wouldn't fly out on its own and return after killing someone, would it?"
"It's just a weirdly-shaped boomerang. I can tell that you've never played with boomerangs, and it's normal for them to fly back after cutting down a few people." Marni said earnestly. "Young man, you should read more. Don't always believe what you hear …"
'Do you take me for an idiot?! I'm only asking you because I've played with boomerangs before! '
Even if he was complaining inwardly, Gerald didn't press the matter.
He had a general idea that these self-proclaimed Players were believers of the God of Games, and since the Flatfish Swordsman called Marni a man who lived in peace with death, he would definitely have some secrets, and he probably wouldn't get anything out of him even if he kept asking.
When most of the Hyena-men at the outskirts were cleared, the main dish of the dungeon, the Mountain Tigers, finally showed up.
After being infiltrated by the Players with great fanfare, the Tigermen were naturally well-prepared. Several Players who were repelled the last time discovered that the Tigermen they fought didn't change much in level, but their attributes had increased by a large margin.
Judging from their status bar, these Tigermen should have taken some medicine that had the effect of Berserk Transformation, temporarily increasing their attributes.
With the support of first-rate and second-rate Players, that level of stat boost was far from enough to make the Players struggle. Still, their unstoppable momentum just now was definitely interrupted.
But just as the Players began to form parties to kill the Tigermen whose strength had increased exponentially, a dark shadow suddenly leapt out from behind the stronghold, heading straight for Marni at the speed of lightning.
Unable to react at all, Marni's neck was snapped by the Tigermen. His' 7 'armor did not provide enough protection, and even his head was torn off!
Everything happened so suddenly that the other Players couldn't react in time. Only one person dashed towards the black shadow.
Furious, Gerald roared and swung his longsword at the Tigermen. "Die!"
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Chapter 259: Rocket Punch
Rocket Punch
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