12dz Chapter 401 - 91: A Human Wave of Super-Tanky Undead Soldiers, All with 100,000 HP!?
Chapter 401 - 91: A Human Wave of Super-Tanky Undead Soldiers, All with 100,000 HP!?
A terrifying Arrow Rain blotted out the sun, smashing down into the camp with a sharp, piercing whistle.
Instantly, swathes of foreign players and Divine Chosen Soldiers fell, blood spraying as the camp was immediately drenched in crimson.
Several Extraordinary Mages reacted instantly, hastily raising their hands to cast Shield Magic.
Pale blue Magic Shields materialized. These thick barriers, strong enough to withstand several fierce attacks from a boss of the same tier, were as fragile as paper before Qin Feng’s Arrow Rain. They shattered on contact, not even lasting half a second.
"It’s no use!!!"
"We can’t block it!!!"
"We can’t block it at all!!!"
Panicked screams erupted throughout the camp. One player’s voice trembled as he watched his comrades fall one after another:
"This guy’s damage output is comparable to a Stage Four player!!!"
"He’s not human!!!"
"We can’t just sit here and wait to die! We have to attack! Before his next Arrow Rain comes, we have to kill him!!!"
As he finished, a roar cut through the chaos. Several Swordsmen were the first to charge out of the camp, their Longswords glinting as they tried to close the distance to Qin Feng in the gap between volleys.
"We’ll take him on!!!"
Following close behind was a cluster of archers. They dropped to the ground and rapidly drew their bows, firing a dense volley of arrows at Qin Feng in an attempt to suppress his rate of fire.
In the distance, the Extraordinary Mages began gathering their energy again. Ominous purple orbs of lightning formed at their fingertips before they were hurled viciously toward Qin Feng.
However.
All this resistance was as futile as smashing an egg against a stone.
With a light tap of his foot, Qin Feng used the Divine Gift: Extreme Evasion skill to nimbly weave between the arrows and lightning orbs, all while drawing his Moonfire Bow once more.
Another Arrow Rain erupted. Tens of thousands of sharp arrows fell like the precise scythe of the Death God, blanketing the charging Swordsmen and the firing archers. In an instant, the enemy vanguard collapsed in droves, and the follow-up counterattack ground to a halt.
"FUCK!!!"
"That son of a bitch has an Invincible skill!!!"
One player’s eyes went bloodshot as he stared in Qin Feng’s direction, his voice cracking as he screamed:
"I saw it with my own eyes! The Thunderstorm Magic cast by my best Extraordinary Mage... it hit him and did nothing! His body went transparent! The attack was completely nullified!!!"
"How the hell are we supposed to fight this!? His damage is already off the charts, and he has a cheap damage immunity skill on top of that!?"
The roars of panic, mixed with agonizing screams, completely shattered the enemy’s morale.
"Run!!!"
"We can’t beat him!!!"
"Staying here is just suicide!!!"
It was unclear who was the first to break down and scream, but the enemy forces, who had been barely holding on, instantly erupted into chaos.
Swordsmen dropped their Longswords, archers abandoned their Longbows, and even the Extraordinary Mages couldn’t be bothered to maintain their decorum, turning and sprinting madly toward the Plane Gate.
In their panic, some crashed into an unfinished Siege Hammer, and the wooden frame collapsed with a crash, taking down a group of people.
Others were knocked down by the Pushing and Shoving of their comrades and were trampled under the feet of the stampeding crowd before they could even try to get up.
Qin Feng stood his ground, drawing the Moonfire Bow again and again. The Arrow Rain pursued the routing soldiers like a death sentence, and every volley brought a fresh wave of screams.
The last of the enemy troops were pierced by arrows, their blood splattering onto the armor of those fleeing ahead of them, spurring them to scramble and stumble away even faster, cursing their parents for not giving them two more legs.
In the camp, smoldering campfires were trampled out. Scattered weapons and corpses were jumbled together, leaving behind nothing but a ravaged, blood-soaked battlefield.
Qin Feng completely ignored the enemy’s rout and their howls of despair. He advanced steadily toward the camp, the rhythm of drawing his Moonfire Bow never slowing, aiming to make each cast of Multi-shot Arrow cover an even wider swath of the enemy.
His Bloodthirsty Layers were skyrocketing at a terrifying rate. As the layers stacked, the number of arrows split from each volley grew ever larger, and the coverage of his Arrow Rain expanded with it.
More importantly.
Hidden within the enemy ranks were numerous native heroes and Divine Chosen Heroes.
When these high-value targets were killed, all the Bloodthirsty Layers they provided Qin Feng could be converted into new Bloodthirsty Clones, causing his legion’s combat power to surge amidst the slaughter.
Meanwhile, on the city walls, the wind carried the smoke of battle past the defenders. Every eye was glued to the lone figure in the distance. The Divine Chosen Soldiers and Divine Chosen Heroes responsible for the defense gripped their weapons tightly, their chests heaving with excitement beneath their armor.
The Native Soldiers and native heroes squinted their weary eyes, a fiery, incredulous light filling their gazes.
Even the Lord Players, who had rushed over hoping to "score some points" from the battle, forgot to smooth out their wind-tousled robes. They stood with mouths agape as gasps of amazement echoed off the stone battlements.
"Invincible!!!"
"He’s so fucking Invincible!!!"
It’s unknown who shouted it first, but the sentiment instantly lit up everyone’s emotions.
One of the Lord Players slammed his hand on the wall, not even noticing the stinging numbness in his palm.
"I’ve gone through Rebirth seven or eight times and fought on over a hundred battlefields, but this is the first time I’ve ever seen a Lord Player with such insane personal combat power!!!"
"One man chasing an army of thousands, his Arrow Rain cutting them down like reaping wheat... Is that the kind of power a person can have!?"
A Divine Chosen Soldier next to him nodded emphatically, swallowing hard as he chimed in:
"His Majesty the Emperor isn’t waging war... he’s taking roll call on the enemy! We’re just standing guard on the wall! We haven’t even had a chance to draw our swords, and he’s already secured the victory!"
An old veteran Native Soldier stroked his beard, his voice trembling but firm and resonant.
"I’ve guarded the border for thirty years, and the mightiest War God I’ve ever seen doesn’t have one-ten-thousandth of His Majesty’s strength!"
"All I can say is!"
"This is the true might of an Emperor!"
At that moment, though these different groups weren’t exactly on the same wavelength, their assessment of Qin Feng’s strength was surprisingly unanimous—in their hearts, the combat power of His Majesty the Emperor was, without a doubt, the unshakable number one!