To Vlad, the Forefather of the Nightstalkers, humans that had suddenly appeared in this world were no different from ants, so insignificant that he didn't even need to pay attention to them.
In the last era, humans were merely food for the Nightstalkers, and of inferior quality that the higher-ranked Nightstalkers wouldn't even bother to eat.
It was true that they did everything they could to survive and never admit defeat, surviving through calamities time and time again, even surviving the Nightstalkers to their deaths. Even Vlad was left in awe by the resilience they displayed until this era.
Still, just like how humans would admit that cockroaches were resilient but would never look those insects in the eye, Vlad believed that there was nothing commendable about humans apart from their weed-like tenacity and rapid reproduction.
That view didn't change even now that he was resurrected.
The revived Nightstalker abruptly unleashed a red wave of air, blowing away every Player who was charging at him.
"Fools, looks like it's been too long since the Night Demons went extinct. You bugs have already forgotten how terrifying we are and can't understand the difference between the Night Demons and you poor humans. Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have more people?" He growled in disdain as he watched the Players climb to their feet, spreading the crystallized blood appendage behind his back and slowly floated up into the air. * * * -Computer:/
The blood clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker as he moved. At the same time, they were no longer static clouds. Instead, it was as if some giant creature was swimming in them, constantly moving. Purple lightning constantly leaped between the clouds as they rubbed against each other. The roar of the lightning piercing through the air could be heard clearly even on the ground.
The air seemed to have stagnated, and Edward, who had just escaped death, realized that the hairs on his hands were all standing up. It wasn't because he had goosebumps, but it was as if he was attracted by static electricity, and even his hair was slowly standing up.
Thunder rumbled and the blood clouds churned. With such a backdrop, the revived Nightstalker that was slowly rising into the air suddenly had the sensation of a demon king of apocalypse.
He looked down upon the stunned faces of the Players from above, his face emotionless as he continued speaking.
"Very well. I'll let you witness despair with your own eyes … coo!"
It was supposed to be the time when the world changed color and the atmosphere was majestic. It was the time when a big boss officially appeared and announced his return to the world.
In a video game on Earth, it would only appear when the game was nearing the end or climax. At first glance, it would make people feel like they were burning money. It wouldn't be a super-sophisticated cutscene CG with real-time calculations.
But just as Vlad was about to finish, a Tide Caller Player with a cheap hand smashed a Frost Tide at his face, forcibly interrupting Vlad's bragging.
Due to the sudden turn of events, the other players were unable to react in time. All of them subconsciously turned to look at the player who had tossed the Skill.
Everyone's attention instantly fell on that player, and he was immediately startled.
It seemed like this player would most likely skip all the story cinematics on Earth.
Frost Tide, a low-level skill that could be learned soon after changing class to a Tide Caller, naturally couldn't deal much damage to the revived Nightstalker.
Be that as it may, Vlad the Revived Nightstalker felt utterly humiliated when a human shot his face full of white frost. It was no less than having cockroaches occupying your kitchen and pasting a 'No Humans and Dogs Allowed' sign over your door. Vlad, who could have calmly schemed against the entire Mountain Tigerkind, was utterly furious.
The frost directly shattered and fell because of his twisted expression, revealing his hideous face.
"It's too late for you to beg for mercy now. Die!"
Even as he spoke, a purple-red lightning bolt as thick as a water tank descended from the blood clouds like an ominous spear, piercing heaven and earth and striking the player with the cheap hand directly.
Though the Player was prepared, he couldn't stop the lightning strike at all and was instantly cut into pieces.
"Clerics, hurry up and revive that idiot!" Another Player shouted. "He's definitely the best tank right now! As long as he's alive, the Boss' aggro won't fall to us! "
"Tsk!" The Cleric Player beside him gave him the middle finger. "That guy's all over the ground, I'll revive him with his head!"
"Let's sweep his ashes together. It might be useful," another player suggested.
In the end, a gust blew, and the Player's ashes were blown away by the wind …
Then, several more purple-red lightning bolts descended from the skies.
Some of the Players dodged in advance, but the bolts seemed to know how to turn and strike the Players who were locked on at the start instead of the closer ones!
It was fortunate that the Cleric Player and the Holy Lancer Player who walked the path of shielding had cast a barrier over those Players, preventing them from being directly reduced to ashes.
Be that as it may, the Players who were struck were left paralyzed and trembling, unable to join the fight for some time.
"Their hair would stand on end when they're locked on by the lightning!" Edward's sharp eyes picked up on the mystery. "Shield up! Everyone else, attack the Boss!"
"This won't do," Edward muttered to himself. "I have to think of a way to blow it up … What's the ranged skill with the highest damage among all Player classes?"
"Excluding Eleena and Her Highness the Warrior Princess, it's the Holy Lancer's Third Seal Release: Range of Truth." Gou Dan, who had been writing gossip posts all along had collected a considerable amount of information that finally came in handy. "Even if it's a Holy Lancer ten levels lower than you, it would be more powerful than your Black Dragon Hellfire if he has the time to release his seal, aim and charge — of course, that's if you don't use Happy Flames."
"Okay, I think I get it." Edward nodded. "From the situation of these two lightning strikes, that guy can't move when he casts the lightning strike …"
"After that, Eleena and I will draw that guy's attention since we're more outstanding and would attract his attention more easily." Edward quickly came up with the final plan. "You and Joe, have the other Players cover the Holy Lancers. When the third lightning strikes, do your best to protect the Holy Lancers. When the fourth lightning strikes, use it as a signal to strike that bastard down from the sky!"
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Chapter 269
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