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307: Chapter 261: The Boss Serpent, But Its Health Bar is Showing 307: Chapter 261: The Boss Serpent, But Its Health Bar is Showing My ring-wielding hero, having discarded his torn upper body armor and shield, executed a smooth roll.

The dust kicked up by the explosion and collisions clung to him like a cape, tightly following him.

The Wizard’s pacing was decent, but the fiery massacre overwheld the frontline Great Knights; as their defensive formation automatically crumbled, the pursuing Snake People Soldiers found facing the Wizard hardly troubleso.

The large-scale opposition was forcibly turned into a series of small, scattered street fights.

This actually suited the Undead’s style of combat better; aside from professional studio teams that built the most efficient camps for the sake of efficiency, the vast majority of players only sought thrills and cool monts in the ga.

When everyone is the protagonist, everyone ends up as cannon fodder.

For my ring-wielding hero, being dispersed made it easier for him to excel; forcing him to collaborate with ordinary Undead suppressed his combat power.

He was drawn to a huge oval wall structure ahead while the pursuers behind left him no choice but to rush in.

“Not following?” My ring-wielding hero sighed in relief.

But he imdiately sensed sothing amiss.

Why hadn’t they followed?

It made no sense!

Unless there was sothing fishy about this place!

He looked around and realized that he had unwittingly arrived at a place similar to an Arena.

According to his knowledge, there were two types of arenas in this world: one was for duels among Nobles, prioritizing friendship over competition, and the other was the Arena, where life-and-death battles occurred.

Participants were generally people whose lives were deed worthless, along with… monsters.

A pitch darkness suddenly enveloped him.

“Grrrrr,” the breathing was like thunder.

My ring-wielding hero stiffly craned his neck to look up.

A lion, its size comparable to an elephant.

The lion opened its gaping mouth, saliva hanging from its teeth like droplets on stalactites, ready to drop.

“Level 30?”

“Roar!” The lion pounced down, its gaping mouth swiftly enlarging in my ring-wielding hero’s eyes.

A foul stench and wind hit him full in the face; he rolled quickly to dodge and narrowly escaped.

This was a new chase.

Undead ran staggering ahead, with the huge lion chasing after him like in a ga.

The ground trembled under the lion’s chase; his legs grew numb in this pursuit of escape, his body uncontrollably stumbling, reminding him of the feeling he had the first, and only, ti he rode a pirate ship.

The feedback force tried several tis to knock him over; just standing was imnsely tough.

The lion’s roars bood like thunder behind him, and he could only respond with curses.

The suffocating terror of being chased by a monstrous creature would definitely give him nightmares for weeks… oh wait, since he started playing “the ring,” he hadn’t dreamt in a long ti.

Sleep was for gaming, awake was for work.

A trendous force struck, and this ti he couldn’t dodge; the powerful impact let the Undead clearly hear his own spine snapping.

Even though he had shut off his pain senses when he noticed sothing was amiss, the crisp sound of breaking bones still caused him phantom pain.

He uncontrollably tumbled on the ground, rolling in the dust from one end of the Arena to the other.

Multiple debuffs afflicted him: paralyzed, broken legs, broken arms, dying, bleeding…

There was a little Health Points left, not enough to imdiately turn into a pile of ashes.

The lion slowly approached, seemingly having had its fun, ready to savor the at, hoping it wouldn’t taste too loose and awful due to the force of the fall.

Suddenly, a burst of light shot forth; a burning Fireball struck precisely on the lion’s head, scorching a patch of its fur.

“How about that?

Guys, don’t we look like superheroes making our entrance?” A dozen Undead stood in strategic positions, prepared for the impending terrible battle.

The speaker was a friend of my ring-wielding hero, usually not online much due to regularly burning the midnight oil at work.

In that mont, sunlight poured over them, their shadows elongated.

True to their word, they appeared just like superheroes making their entrance.

The Undead, abiding by their creed of never abandoning nor giving up, had co to rescue their comrade.

But my ring-wielding hero didn’t smile.

His gaze didn’t linger on the comrades who had co to his rescue, nor on the giant lion, but rather he looked upward.

Upwards?

The sky?

Or the ceiling of the Arena?

Regrettably, the current state of my ring-wielding hero prevented him from speaking; he could only signal his comrades with his eyes to look behind.

Sothing was shifting, the ground creaking; the entire Arena groaned.

An Arena with decades of history, burying nurous brave fighters and fierce beasts, even the collapse of world regis couldn’t make this Arena shake in the slightest.

But at that mont, it began to tremble violently.

“Oh, poor little kitty~”

A hoarse man’s voice ca from above their heads.

Though it was whispered, it sounded as loud as thunder roaring.

The lion, strong as an elephant, suddenly lowered its body and flinched, transforming from a ferocious beast into a tiny kitten in an instant.

anwhile, the Undead who had co to rescue their companion turned around, and what they saw was a massive, terrifying, and even nauseating creature.

Their pupils uncontrollably twitched.

A giant man’s head was seamlessly attached to a thick serpent’s body, so large that the nearby Undead couldn’t fully take in its entirety with their eyes.

The man-headed snake raised its upper body like a cobra eyeing its prey, easily towering over the Arena.

In its presence, the lion indeed seed just like a tiny kitten.

The serpent’s filthy, disgusting scales were covered in a viscous fluid, enveloped in a dense toxic mist.

Each movent of its body caused more venom to drip down, quickly generating bursts of toxic mist on contact with the ground, which sizzled as it burnt the soil.

Sothing unsettling seed to be hidden within its swollen belly.

Its huge lips, black and fissured like canyons, slowly parted, “Did Lind send you?”

The Undead finally realized why their Lord had told them not to co to Snake Catcher Fortress.

The terrifying creature before them was no longer human, yet it retained human cognitive abilities.

Perhaps their Lord had once spoken with this being.

“Of course not!” the Undead looked up, trying to see the top of the serpent’s head, “Our Lord explicitly told us never to co here.”

[Snake Catcher Fortress Lord·Old Nobility·Baron Ronan, Level 39]

[Health: 30000/30000]

Level 39 with 30,000 health?

Even a Level 38 Cyclops only has 12,000 health.

There might be so difference in stance, but the Cyclops is clearly more robust.

This man-headed serpent seems not to be adept at lee combat.

“You should have listened to him,” said Baron Ronan.

Its abdon began to wriggle, and waves of poison mist, visibly billowing out, actively skirted around the lion crouching on the ground, afraid to move.

The poison mist surged in like a tide rising at the seashore, quickly filling the entire Arena.

The Undead had nowhere to retreat!

The first Undead died, its body rapidly withering and contorting the mont it made contact, just as at shrivels on a hot griddle, hissing as it quickly curled up.

One by one, the Undead turned to ash and disappeared.

The only one left was an Undead who, before being enveloped by death, raised his hand and shot an arrow into the sky.

The arrow followed a parabolic path, untouched by the terrifying poison mist.

But he had no escape; as he watched his health bar empty in an instant, he also saw his arrow strike the great serpent.

[-2]

A one-ti use explosive arrowhead crafted from heavy gold, available in limited quantities, could only knock 2 points of health off the opponent.

The next mont, the Undead resurrected in unison.

“Brothers!

All eyes this way!” the Undead raised his hands.

This familiar starting gesture caused the other Undead, who were discussing the battle of Snake Catcher Fortress, to pause and then turn to look.

“I have an announcent!” the Undead still held his hands high, “We have encountered the fortress’s BOSS, Level 39 with 30,000 health!”

The scene buzzed like a swarm of flies with nonstop discussions.

“Hear out!” he shouted, and the place fell silent again.

He continued, “The bad news is, that guy can spew poison, indiscriminately clearing health bars!”

“But there’s good news!

It’s not an invincible plot creature; it can be killed, although I only knocked off 2 health points using a kryptonite arrowhead.”

“I think it’s not a BOSS we should be dealing with at our current stage.

We should consider it a very special, super strong BOSS, belonging to the Old Nobility!” said My Ring That Couldn’t Lose Also Resurrects, “No one here is afraid; rather, everyone is extrely excited.”

Because the enemy had shown its health bar, and it could lose health.

30,000 health.

Is that a lot?