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Chapter 862 - 862 Chapter 509: My Teacher Is Transcendent And He Is Here!!! [1/6]
862 Chapter 509: My Teacher Is Transcendent And He Is Here!!! [1/6]
“Are they here to hunt G.o.ds?”
The moment this thought arose.
That meatball-like chubby player subconsciously wanted to deny it. “What level of existence was a G.o.d?”
The overlord of this world, he was the well-deserved ruler.
His single glance could destroy a city.
They would not dare to have any disloyalty towards G.o.d’s remnant soul, even if the Heavy s.h.i.+eld Guild had transcendents to rely on.
The difference was simply too enormous!
The meatball-like chubby player saw the stone statues of the dead creatures slaughter the level 15 evil half-murlocs like lambs before he could confirm his thoughts.
The guests must have such an ability.
At this point, the doubts in his mind became even more intense.
“Who is this player?
“How could he possess such powerful strength??”
He took a few deep breaths and suppressed the fear in his heart.
He said slowly.
“Big Brother, no matter which mission the demon chooses, I don’t think we’ll become enemies… The Heavy s.h.i.+eld Guild likes to deal with experts like you.”
He fixed his mind and said as calmly as possible.
“Guild Master Panen is a transcendent’s disciple and generously respects the strong…”
These words were tricks, but the essence beneath was to use their guild master to frighten and intimidate them and remind them what kind of enemies they were if they decided to run against them.
“The Heavy s.h.i.+eld Guild is spearheaded by and nurtured transcendents!”
The meatball-like chubby player finished speaking, and the figure on the undead dragon’s back said with a playful tone, “Oh? A disciple of a transcendent! That must be terrifying!”
‘Was that fear?’
The meatball-like chubby player revealed a smile uglier than crying.
‘Why didn’t I sense it?’
He was about to respond when the blurry figure on the undead dragon’s back said again, “Clear out these barbarians!”
That shocked the meatball-like chubby player.
He turned oblivious before he could deliver the order to counterattack.
Something happened in the next moment.
‘Whoos.h.!.+’
The undead dragon flew above them and suddenly opened its huge mouth.
The Blood Dragon Breath gushed out from his throat. A tongue of fire dozens of meters long drawn out under the high pressure.
Then, the dragon hero’s A-rank skill convexed the barbarian troop behind him.
‘Thud!’
It was like a flamethrower shot an ice statue, and the pot of oil caught it. It was like cold water dripped into that seething pot. The barbarian troop instantly melted.
The iron tower-like warrior did not last a second before it turned into blood.
The undead dragon hero in front of him attacked, and hundreds of dragons two sizes smaller behind also attacked.
The shattered dragon wings flapped and stirred up a strong airflow.
These evil lifeforms swooped down from the sky, and hundreds of tongues of fire covered the ground.
From a distance, the Blood Dragon Breath weaved into a dense spider web. That melted the barbarian warriors on the surface.
The barbarian warriors ranked first in battle strength among melee fighters of the same level.
However, the power of the higher-level dragon melted their force before they could even use it.
The dragon’s attack speed was sternly fast. It flapped its wings, and its Blood Dragon Breath spread along with its flight speed.
That was a more exaggerated ma.s.sacre than hunting the evil half-murlocs.
“Tomahawk Slas.h.!.+”
The meatball-like chubby finally returned to his senses when he saw the troop bury the enemies in the corrosive Blood Dragon Breath.
The hysterical roars echoed from the dragon’s furious drones and the barbarian’s excruciating screams.
The remaining barbarian warriors suddenly jolted. The undead dragon subconsciously took off the Tomahawk Slash behind them. As the fear and unwillingness in its heart fermented, it must have found an outlet.
Its body leaned back, and its muscles bulged like a spring. That compressed to the limit.
It transmitted the tremendous power from his waist to his wrist and then to its tomahawk.
It threw out its tomahawk.
‘Whoos.h.!.+’
The sound of air that tore apart was deafening. The tomahawk cut through the sky and hit the skeletal blood dragon that breathed Blood Dragon Breath at a low alt.i.tude.
‘Clang!’
Sparks flew everywhere.
These immense-powered tomahawks struck metal and produced a clanging sound.
The skeleton blood dragon that hit did not die as expected. The sharp tomahawk only left a few scratches on it.
The skeleton blood dragon was enraged after the attack.
Dragon roars resounded throughout the world as the unbridled Dragon Might pressed down.
The range of the exaggerated flames expanded once again.
The ma.s.sacre resumed.
The death and hopelessness of the mult.i.tude of barbarians dropped their morale to the freezing point. The pressure of the Dragon Might corrupted them. They collapsed.
The first to react was the barbarian warriors at the back. Fear engulfed their eyes as they put down their weapons and ran back.
Even if the overseers angrily rebuked them and wanted to stabilize the residents.
However, his instinct to survive overwhelmed their fear of military orders.
The appearance of the first deserter became the last straw that broke the camel’s back.
The resistance of the barbarian troop collapsed, and they fled in groups.
A tragic defeat.
The meatball-like chubby player exchanged glances with his companions unaffected by the Blood Dragon Breath.
They saw the horror in the opponent’s eyes.
The troop they brought with them? Has it gone?
Two groups of barbarian warriors had an average level of 12.
Had the opponent’s wave of attacks defeated them?
Moreover, it was a defeat without any temper. The barbarians couldn’t find an excuse even if they wanted to. That was the purest form of strength suppression.
The barbarians’ sole counterattack was to throw back the battle tomahawks. They could not even break these undead dragons.
They could no longer use words to describe their current feelings.
