Chapter 440: Chapter 362 Misha’s Trial (4) Chapter 440: Chapter 362 Misha’s Trial (4) “Huff, huff… Is that it?”
“This is supposed to be the hardest trial?”
Mantou sat on the back of the Bipedal Wyvern, propping the longsword on his shoulder, panting heavily.
If you ignored the fact that he was charred all over, looking like a piece of burnt at pie, the pose was still pretty cool.
“You’re almost a burnt Mantou, and you’re still trying to be cool.”
Singo also clung to the wall riding a Bipedal Wyvern, rcilessly mocking him.
“Scars are a man’s badge of honor.”
“But you’re burnt.”
“Flas are the marks of battle.”
“But you’re burnt.”
“I… damn it…”
Around them lay scattered rocks and the remains of Steam Magic Bats.
Thanks to the efforts of dozens of top players, the monsters in the cave had mostly been cleared out.
Sumr Night Autumn Rain sighed.
“Don’t rush to celebrate. Even if we bribed soone in the Magic Departnt, we only got intel on the first stage, the Burning Pathway.”
“Because the rest of the trial… is entirely decided by that ‘Dragon Fire Maiden’ Misha herself. Even they don’t know.”
“Hiss—”
Everyone gasped.
The first trial was already this difficult, with monsters stacked to an absurd degree, eliminating over two hundred players.
The following stages—how twisted would they be?
But they had co this far.
They could only grit their teeth and keep moving forward.
The chanical God Cult mbers charged through, blazing a trail with their Fireproof armors.
Mantou and Singo rode on the wyverns, flanking Sumr Night Autumn Rain, keeping an eye out for monster attacks.
The players from Magical Coin advanced with auras of mana flickering around them, empowered by various spells.
They followed the Burning Pathway, exploring as they went. After navigating through various traps and monsters, they finally reached the surface, arriving at the volcano’s summit.
Ahead was the crater’s searing Lava Pool, and in the distance stood the Tower of Everfla.
Mantou turned around, grinning and patting the wyvern’s head.
“Is this the final stage?”
“Is this it? Just a few hundred steam bats flying around and so rock monsters jumping out of the lava?”
“At most, a few self-detonations and toss a couple of Bouncing Bombs—nothing to worry about!”
His words seed relaxed, but his teeth were gritted.
Mantou’s entire body was now charred, without a single spot of white, seemingly changing his ethnicity.
“No.”
Sumr Night Autumn Rain’s expression was exceptionally grave, those golden eyes reflecting the flas.
Singo didn’t hold back either: “Burnt Mantou, look behind you before you talk.”
Mantou turned around, looking up at the sky, muttering.
“Holy… crap…”
The sa phrase appeared in the mouths of other professional gars, though so used a more vulgar variant, “Holy sh*t.”
The lava in the crater moved slowly, the air distorted by the heat, emitting waves of toxic volcanic gas.
Burning flowing flas appeared on the lava’s surface, mixing with thick white and black smoke as they flowed, swirled, and gathered, forming Fire Tornadoes above the Lava Pool.
“Trialists….”
“I….”
“Serve…. Misha…. Master….”
With a howling sound, the flas and smoke gradually took shape.
Standing nearly ten ters tall, an indistinct humanoid figure erged from the Lava Pool, gazing down upon the group with “eyes” ford of Lava Spheres.
What looked like a giant head made of steam and fla, with a flickering tongue of fire.
The surrounding air constantly twisted and blurred, emitting explosive sounds and the acrid sll of sulfur.
The final roar was produced by the crackling of flas.
“You are—dood!”
[Elder Fire Elent]
Challenge Level: 13 (10000xp)
Mantou, dumbfounded, whispered, “This thing… is your advanced task?”
“You call this an advanced task?”
“Damn, if we could beat this, would we even need to change classes?”
“Trial!”
Elder Fire Elent spewed smoke, its arms transforming into Fla Whips, whipping directly at the group.
“Whack!”
The Paladin from the Royalty guild had his expensive shield struck, leaving a charred crack, and the player behind it was split into two burning halves.
“Damn, instant kill?”
“Are you kidding?”
“That was rare quality green gear!”
Elder Fire Elent’s whip swung in the air, crackling, gathering strength.
“Test!”
“Whack! Whack! Whack!”
The sound of ripping air was heard again, this ti the target being the Fireproof armors.
The powerful Fla Whip struck the armor repeatedly, causing the fla shield to dim.
Finally, with a “crash,”
the fla shield shattered, and the Fla Whip struck the deford tal shell solidly.
Half of its body, along with the driver inside, was sliced off.
In Erezer, the temperature of flas generally depended on the spellcaster’s level and the type of monster.
Usually, a low-level mage’s Fireball Technique might only reach a few hundred degrees, while a senior mage’s Flastorm could reach thousands of degrees.
—And Elder Fire Elent’s Fla Whip was clearly the latter.
Under this level of suppression, even the specially prepared high-temperature resistant tal was shattered by a few strikes.
“Holy crap, we can’t hold out!”
“No!”
“Everyone! Prepare to initiate the final plan!”
In the cockpit, the player from the chanical God Cult raised his arm and pressed the red button beside him.
“Bang!”
The warlock player, ‘Art is Explosion,’ located at the heart of the armor, was ejected from the seat, slicing through a protective mbrane around him.
The driver pushed the lever to the bottom and pressed another button marked with a danger symbol, “!”.
The group raised their arms, expressions fanatical.
“Machine God, protect us! From this decaying prison of flesh!”
The Fireproof armor’s thrusters behind it suddenly spewed fire, propelling the Arcane Armor rapidly toward Elder Fire Elent.
“Beep, beep, beep.”
The tal sphere at the armor’s core kept flashing red.
“Whack!”
Elder Fire Elent glared furiously, another Fla Whip whipping forward.
The armor was smashed to pieces, several drivers killed, but it kept flying—it finally reached Elder Fire Elent’s blazing surroundings.
“Sorry, Crazy Brother, initiate the hidden auxiliary power!”
“Beep, beep beep.”
The sound beca more rapid.
“Boom!”
The Arcane Armor suddenly exploded, tal fragnts, components, and the drivers’ broken limbs flying everywhere.
Taking Elder Fire Elent’s fla resistance into account, they poured all the armor’s energy reserves into releasing spherical lightning.
“Weak!”
“Insects!”
Elder Fire Elent roared up into the sky, bellowing in rage.
Flashes of blinding electricity encircled its massive elental body, continually crackling with “zzz” sounds.
—Monthly tickets, please—
Reviews
All reviews (0)