Although Edward felt a little hurt when the boss looked down on his HP as if he had eaten sh * t, he had to admit that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Hence, he promptly unleashed the prerequisite skill of Black Dragon Hellfire, a demonic fireball that could be unleashed instantaneously without any channeling time.
A pale green demonic fireball shot out from the tip of his Happy Flames. Vlad's body reacted at once, intending to crush it with a single palm strike with his magical resistance.
However, Edward's target was not Vlad, but the ground.
The demonic fireball exploded with a resounding boom, kicking up smoke and dust into the air within the calm eye of the tornado.
Even though the smoke and dust would vanish rapidly due to the presence of the walls of the tornado, that brief moment was enough for Edward to charge into the tornado and have the wind carry him away, putting enough distance between him and the Final Boss, Vlad.
By the time Vlad dispelled the tornado himself, the Players who had escaped from the gale were already surrounding him.
'No, there's an increase in the number of humans …'
As a mutated race, the Tigermen all had the head of a tiger. Their sense of beauty and discernment were different from that of humans from the very beginning. It was just like how many Asians felt that black people looked the same when they looked at them. Other than the Koi Brothers, who were fat and skinny and had great physical differences, the Tigermen were almost completely blind to humans.
Interestingly, though the Nightstalkers had always prided themselves as a superior race, their appearance was quite similar to that of humans. Perhaps it was the convergence of evolution or the bad taste of the Gods who created the Nightstalkers. Among the Eight Original Races, the Nightstalkers were probably the race that most resembled humans apart from the elves who were basically identical to humans.
That was why Vlad could more or less recognize human appearances.
'It's not just their numbers. The new humans are different too … most of them are like the human commander with sh * t in his blood just now, and have the air of experienced warriors.'
Vlad's face was impassive, and he couldn't help feeling puzzled as he glanced at the humans around him.
'How many years have I been buried for humans to have evolved from naked apes with no special traits into a race of warriors …'
Vlad could no longer afford to be arrogant now.
He was already wary of the humans' ability just now, and now that the first-rate Players were rushing here after receiving the quest.
Naturally, what hurt him the most was the mouthful of blood he had just sucked.
Unlike the god sprout that possessed the Roaring Blaze Tiger Warrior, Xi Wei was a true god. Even a single divine retribution from his believer's blood would be enough to make Vlad suffer.
After all, even supernatural races were mere mortals before the gods. There was no telling how many supernatural races had been destroyed in the divine wars, and the only reason the Eight First Races left an impression on the gods was because they had lived longer.
If Vlad wasn't the ancestor of the Nightstalkers who possessed power far surpassing other Nightstalkers, and if he hadn't just been revived and was caught between life and death, Xi Wei's stab would have been enough to send him to the netherworld again.
Be that as it may, Xi Wei's power was still troubling him. While the level above Vlad's head did not change, his basic attributes were dropping rapidly.
'I can't keep fighting these humans. Retreat is the only way.' Vlad was utterly humiliated. But unlike the Dead Red Dragon whose brain had rotted away, his revival was a relatively complete ritual. His brain and other organs had been completely replicated, which was why he could maintain a certain degree of rationality. 'When my body completely recovers and I create a blood-thrall legion that would not lose out to these humans, the glory of the Nightstalkers would reappear …'
Hence, he spread his blood wings and flew towards the blood clouds in the skies, intending to use them as cover to escape.
"The skies are the glory of the gods, and the earth is the Eden of the Lord. The light of the God of Games shall shine upon this land, and his profound power shall become a cage to trap all that does not obey. We shall carry out his will, show his grace, and spread his mercy — the God is so merciful that he would forgive all that is defiled, and all that we have to do is to use our iron fists, sharp swords, and all our might to send the disobedient, evil, and defiled to the gods. "
Leah Yakaran, the Princess of War was waving the flagpole in her hand in high spirits, chanting a long prayer for her exclusive skill and shouting the name of the skill: "Divine Shrine Cage, Summoner's Canyon."
She stabbed the flagpole into the ground, whipped out her brass knuckles from her pocket and put them on, making a pose as if she was about to beat her enemy to death.
The flag on the flagpole fluttered despite the absence of wind, revealing the crest of the Church of Games upon it. At the same time, a blinding radiance emanated from the crest.
Hence, Vlad's entire body froze in the air as if he had crashed into an invisible pane of glass. His face was flattened, his expression rather comical.
Moments later, he slowly descended from the skies …
Still, the Princess of War was similar to a Saintess to a certain extent, with many of her exclusive skills directly borrowing Xi Wei's power. Leah's ultimate skill was naturally one of them.
Already half paralyzed by Xi Wei's divine retribution, Vlad crashed head-first into the invisible wall of Xi Wei's divine power, and the damage dealt by the resonance from both sides was not as simple as a 112.
Still, Vlad was the Lord of Nightstalkers — he quickly regained consciousness even in that state and didn't fall to the ground.
'The secret passage of the Mountain Tigers … As long as I can get there … as long as I can escape, I would have the chance to make a comeback …'
And yet, when he reached the ancestral hall of the Mountain Tigers, he found that the Roaring Blaze Tiger Warrior, who had been freed from his curse at some point in time, was standing above the sarcophagus where the secret passage was, waiting for him.
"This place is full! Damned Night Demon, your second life ends here! " The flames over the Roaring Blaze Tiger Warrior's body burst into flames once more. Ignoring whether his heart could withstand the searing heat, his hands turned into countless fists and rained blows on Vlad at the speed of a Gatling gun. "Aura-Aura-Aura-Aura-Aura-Aura-Aura!"
"Urgh …" Vlad's entire body was covered in cracks that resembled burning magma, his throat letting out an unintelligible sound.
"You — are dead!" The Roaring Blaze Tiger Warrior said coldly, withdrawing his fist and turning around.
In the next moment, the Night Demon Ancestor exploded into a splatter of blood and instantly evaporated by the high temperature of over 6,000 degrees Celsius, disappearing from this world!
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Chapter 272
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