anovelconsole Chapter 359: Wiping out most of them at the start? Don't panic!
Chapter 359: Wiping out most of them at the start? Don't panic!
"boom--"
A dull, loud bang erupted from deep within the obsidian platform.
Eight blinding red lights shot into the sky, transforming into a violent firestorm that instantly engulfed the entire underground space.
The moisture in the air was instantly evaporated, and the scorching airwaves transformed into tangible shockwaves that swept out in all directions.
This is the opening mechanism of the level 45 Hell Raid, a completely unrestricted and extremely high-intensity fire attribute judgment.
"what!"
The screams instantly merged into one.
The moment the flames engulfed them, a series of despairing red numbers floated above the players' heads.
-15000!
-18500!
-12000!
A level 45 player currently has an average of less than 20000 HP.
Faced with such a large area-of-effect (AOE) damage, any wishful thinking is futile.
"Activate shields! Mage, activate Ice Armor!"
"Priest performing mass healing! Quickly!"
"I've taken a blood transfusion! I can't hold on any longer!"
In the chaos, the clever players used all their survival skills the instant the red light appeared.
The knight raised his tower shield and activated Absolute Defense, the mage cast Ice Barrier, and even used Ice Block.
The wealthy "tycoons" even directly bit into the high-level fire resistance potion in their packages.
Even so, the health bar was still dropping at a visible rate.
Those players who reacted a beat too slow, or whose equipment was inadequate or whose health was low, didn't even have time to finish their screams before their bodies were writhing in the flames.
Swish!Swish!Swish!
In just three seconds, a large number of players on the platform collapsed like wheat being harvested.
However, the scene was completely different in the eighth magic circle where Chen You was located.
The moment the fiery storm swept in, the Nine Revolutions Primordial Chaos Technique within Chen You's body automatically activated.
The liquefied pure yang spiritual energy permeated through the body, forming an invisible protective aura on the body surface.
The raging flames crashed against the protective energy, but were forcibly pushed away without even causing a ripple.
"That's it?" Chen You scoffed.
The level 45 damage mechanism is nothing more than a tickle to him.
The four people huddled around Chen You were experiencing the ups and downs of life.
The berserker clung tightly to Chen You's left leg, the thief to his right, and the priest and mage each pulled on one of Chen You's clothes.
The four people huddled close to the area covered by the protective aura, watching the raging sea of fire outside the magic array, and collectively swallowed hard.
"I survived..." The berserker wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling.
"The God of War is awesome! Long live the God of War!"
"I almost thought I was going to be cooked," the thief said, looking at the distance with lingering fear.
There, the warlock who had just tried to take his spot was now reduced to ashes.
The storm lasted for a full ten seconds before gradually subsiding.
Chen You glanced at the team list.
The original full team of forty people has now been reduced to only sixteen whose avatars are still lit up.
A total of twenty-four people were instantly killed in this opening judgment.
Apart from the four thugs around Chen You, the rest of the survivors were all "elite" players with extremely fast reflexes or wearing fire-resistant equipment.
They were slumped on the ground, panting heavily, frantically stuffing recovery potions into their mouths.
"God, this AOE attack is utterly unsportsmanlike!" A low-health knight chuckled as he got up. "We haven't even seen the boss yet, and half the raid has already been wiped out."
Chen You swung his leg and kicked the berserker away.
"The door is open, that's all." Chen You said calmly. "Your mission is complete. Just stay away from here."
In his eyes, these thirty-nine people were nothing more than tools used to open doors from beginning to end.
They're lucky to have survived; it doesn't matter if they die, since the door is already open.
"Boom!"
The massive bronze gate, hundreds of meters in length ahead, emitted a grinding sound that made your teeth ache.
The heavy chains snapped one by one, and the gap in the door gradually widened.
A blinding red light shone from behind the door, accompanied by a deafening roar.
"Who has disturbed Ragnar's slumber!"
The sound was like rolling thunder, echoing back and forth in the underground space.
The remaining fifteen players were forced back by the sonic boom, and forced sonic damage rose above their heads once again.
The bronze door was completely opened.
Lava, like a burst dam, poured out from behind the door, instantly submerging most of the obsidian platform.
In the boiling lava lake, an extremely large figure slowly stood up.
It was a giant made entirely of dark red lava and obsidian.
It stands tens of meters tall, its eyes spewing out pillars of blazing white fire, and it wields a massive warhammer engulfed in hellfire.
【Ragnar, the Fire Demon King (Mythical Lord)】
[Level: 45]
【HP: 20000000】
"God... Mythical rank?" The berserker plopped down on the ground, his voice completely changed.
"Didn't they say the final boss of this dungeon was a legendary-tier boss? How did it mutate?!"
"How do we fight this?" The priest's hand holding the staff trembled violently.
Ragnar looked down at the people on the platform as if they were ants.
It raised its flaming warhammer, and the surrounding air was instantly sucked away, with raging fire elements gathering wildly at the hammerhead.
"Insignificant mortals, turn to ashes!"
Ragnar roared, and his warhammer, carrying earth-shattering power, slammed down onto the platform.
This attack sealed off all escape routes.
The fifteen players looked ashen-faced.
They couldn't even muster the thought of escaping; under this mythical pressure, their bodies were forcibly locked in place by the system.
Everyone already knew the outcome.
With a single blow, flames erupted, and no one could stand.
"It's so noisy."
An impatient voice rang out abruptly in everyone's ears.
Chen You moved.
Instead of retreating, he stepped forward to meet the warhammer that was crashing down like a meteorite.
At this moment, his Foundation Establishment stage cultivation erupted without reservation.
The spiritual energy lake within his dantian surged with towering waves, and pure yang spiritual energy flowed into his right arm along his meridians.
With a flick of his wrist, Chen You unleashed a clear dragon's roar from the Jade Emperor Sword, and a golden sword light several feet long burst forth from its blade.
"The fourth move of the Heaven-Shattering Sword Technique: The Moon Closing".
Chen You casually swung his sword.
There were no flashy special effects, no earth-shattering sound.
Only a single, extremely restrained, almost tangible silver light rose from below, meeting the massive flaming warhammer head-on.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
The silver light and shadow, like a full moon, enveloped Ragnar.
The enormous flaming warhammer abruptly stopped in mid-air.
Ragnar's downward motion also froze completely.
Its eyes flashed with intense white flames, and its massive body seemed to be bound by something.
"No...this is impossible..."
Ragnar let out a defiant roar.