Reborn with Infinite System Points, I Gathered All SSS Classes! Chapter 243 -243-Thousand-Kill Achievement

[Prompt: You have killed a Level 400 Elental Race powerhouse (BOSS)!]

[Prompt: You have obtained trial points!]

[You have gained 60,000 Divine Class Points, 10 billion gold coins, and 20 billion Fa!]

[Ding! You have triggered the Plunder talent. Congratulations! You have gained 100 Divinity!]

[Prompt: Plunder has triggered a ten-thousandfold amplification. You have gained 1,000,000 Divinity!]

[Prompt: You have triggered automatic talent pickup!]

...

As hundreds of Level 400 foreign race powerhouses were suppressed by John, elimination prompts continuously rang out within the trial space.

[Trial Space Announcent: Elental Race powerhouse XX has been eliminated!]

[Trial Space Announcent: Machina Race powerhouse XX has been eliminated!]

[Trial Space Announcent: Undead Race powerhouse XX has been eliminated!]

...

Trial space announcents rang out hundreds of tis in succession!

At this mont, the powerhouses scattered throughout the trial space, whether they were slaughtering others or lying low in ambush, were all stunned senseless by the endless series of announcents.

In the trial space, whether it was the weakest Transcendent Space or any other space, such a situation had never occurred before.

Hundreds of powerhouses had been eliminated at the sa ti!

That was absolutely impossible.

After all, everyone’s strength was roughly on the sa level. No one should have been able to completely stand above others of the sa rank.

Yet this ti, they had truly encountered such a situation.

Hundreds of Level 400 powerhouses had fallen at the exact sa mont!

This was simply absurd!

"Who is it? Who is this heaven-defying?"

"An existence capable of suppressing hundreds of powerhouses of the sa level at once... could they have reached Level 400 Grade 9 or even higher?!"

"How could there be such an overpowered existence in the trial space...?"

"Damn it... this place looks far too dangerous. There is a super powerhouse here. I have to find a way to survive."

Prompts for obtained points continued to ring out.

John temporarily set aside the prompts echoing beside his ears.

At this mont, he had already risen to an extrely high altitude. His field of vision was incomparably broad, allowing him to see many Level 400 foreign race powerhouses.

A smile appeared at the corner of John’s mouth.

It was very simple for humanity to retreat unhard.

Just kill every enemy.

"To retreat unhard ans slaughtering all enemies. That way, there will be no threats left."

Divine power surged wildly around John. In an instant, countless divine power bombs condensed behind him, each one even stronger than the magic bombs he had used before.

"Blow them up."

As John’s voice fell, the basketball-sized, round, multicolored energy spheres behind him whistled through the air, smashing toward every place within his line of sight.

A rain of bombs suddenly poured down from the sky.

The colorful bombs were dazzling and deadly.

Such an abnormal phenonon imdiately attracted the attention of the Level 400 foreign race powerhouses within that region of space.

"That is... what?"

One foreign race powerhouse after another could not help raising their heads, staring at the descending divine power bombs.

"Not good! Run!"

Those with sharp senses detected fatal danger. Their expressions changed drastically, and they imdiately tried to flee.

"It’s over. It’s already too late. We can’t escape!"

So foreign race powerhouses sensed the bombs approaching and knew there was no way to flee, so they put everything they had into defense.

At that mont—

Boom!

A divine power bomb ford from multicolored energy exploded violently!

The entire space was instantly shaken by the overwhelming force of the explosion.

Just the shockwave alone made every affected powerhouse feel as if they had been struck by an object weighing tens of billions of tons. The bones throughout their bodies shattered completely!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Divine power bombs exploded one after another. Massive shockwaves swept outward, and their terrifying force seed as though it wanted to tear the very fabric of space apart.

The foreign race powerhouses near the range of the explosions had no chance at all. Their weak defenses were completely useless, and their bodies were instantly vaporized by the blasts.

Even the luckiest powerhouses still had to withstand endless explosive shockwaves. They could not endure them either, and were torn into pieces in an instant.

In John’s field of vision, as countless divine power bombs exploded, it was as if the entire space had detonated at once.

The terrifying divine power bombs instantly suppressed every living being within sight.

Tide-like prompts continuously rang out beside John’s ears.

[Prompt: You have killed a Level 400 Eye Race powerhouse (BOSS)!]

[Prompt: You have obtained trial points!]

[You have gained 60,000 Divine Class Points, 10 billion gold coins, and 20 billion Fa!]

[Ding! You have triggered the Plunder talent. Congratulations! You have gained 100 Divinity!]

[Prompt: Plunder has triggered a ten-thousandfold amplification. You have gained 1,000,000 Divinity!]

[Prompt: You have triggered automatic talent pickup!]

[Prompt: You have killed a Level 400 Oakforce Race powerhouse (BOSS)!]

[Prompt: You have obtained trial points!]

[You have gained 60,000 Divine Class Points, 10 billion gold coins, and 20 billion Fa!]

[Ding! You have triggered the Plunder talent. Congratulations! You have gained 100 Divinity!]

[Prompt: Plunder has triggered a ten-thousandfold amplification. You have gained 1,000,000 Divinity!]

[Prompt: You have triggered automatic talent pickup!]

...

At the sa ti, announcents rang out within the trial space.

[Trial Space Announcent: Eye Race powerhouse Fino has been eliminated!]

[Trial Space Announcent: Oakforce Race powerhouse Karin has been eliminated!]

[Trial Space Announcent: Undead Race powerhouse Shafar has been eliminated!]

...

Listening to the prompts, a faint smile appeared at the corner of John’s mouth.

At that mont, a special prompt caught his attention.

[Ding! The number of Level 400 powerhouses you have killed has reached 1,000!]

[Prompt: You have obtained the trial achievent: Thousand-Killer!]

[Ding! Your achievent reward has been sent to your inventory. Please check it.]

John opened his inventory and saw a palm-sized holy bell lying quietly inside.

[Soulcalling Bell]

[Level]: No level requirent

[Special]: Exclusive to John

[Use]: Consus 500 billion Divine Class Points or 500,000 Divinity points. Can call back the soul of a human powerhouse of Mythic rank or above who died within the past month. It can also locate a body compatible with that soul and perform soul infusion and other operations.

[Soul Infusion]: Cost: 100 million Divine Class Points and 1 trillion gold coins.

Description: A legendary item that seems extrely compatible with Valhalla.

"It actually has such an effect. It can call back the souls of human Mythic powerhouses who died within the past month, and it can even perform soul infusion."

John’s gaze narrowed slightly.

He thought back to the beginning of the trial, when those human Mythic powerhouses had sacrificed themselves through self-detonation to buy ti for their race.

With Valhalla and the Soulcalling Bell, humanity’s top combat forces would never truly vanish.

Of course, the resources consud by these two things were enormous.

If not for his talent that granted a ten-thousandfold amplification after Plunder, even if the entire human world were emptied of resources, it would probably not be enough to resurrect more than a few Mythic powerhouses.

"Since there is a one-month window, there is no need to rush. I will suppress all the foreign races here first."

John put away the holy bell and swept his gaze toward the vast trial space farther away.

Killing Level 400 foreign race powerhouses not only granted him points, but would very likely trigger new achievents and earn him even more item rewards.

At the sa ti, he could plunder even more resources to revive those fallen predecessors.

Calling back the souls of the fallen heroes did not need to be rushed.

With a beat of his dragon wings, his figure transford into a streak of white-gold light and shot toward the regions he had yet to set foot in.

After the fusion of the trial spaces, this place had beco incomparably vast.

The bombing just now had only cleared one region.

There were still many more foreign race powerhouses waiting for him to harvest.