859 Chapter 508: That Player Is Here to Hunt for a God?! [1/3]

Richard chose Mission 2. That was to prevent the gods from escaping. He stared at Vermin, the land of the broken laws still in the water below.

His tone was cold.

“Follow me… Charge in!”

“Would they want to rely on the players’ strength to escape? I’d like to see the players they can summon. How many attacks could they withstand against the Twilight City troops?”

He finished speaking, and Alves swooped down from the sky.

‘Puchi!’

It plunged into the water, and vast water droplets splashed up.

The troop behind also dived.

The undead troops didn’t need the air, food, and so on that ordinary had to consume.

That characteristic allowed the undead troops to maintain sufficient battle power in extreme environments such as high temperatures, underwater, and extreme cold.

Diving underwater was no stranger to Richard.

In the first instance dungeon, he had controlled the sand to form an underwater boat to avoid the enemies’ siege.

The troops quickly descended and arrived before the bubble.

The closer they got, the more pressure from the bubble they felt.

It was the aura of high-level lifeforms. It penetrated deep into the soul and was unavoidable.

The lifeforms inside the giant bubble at this moment also sensed something strange.

The evil half-murlocs that guarded the arm of the god in the central square raised their heads and looked at the sky with their black eyes.

They looked through the giant bubbles and saw figures that looked like giants that were thousands of meters tall.

******

The Northern Barbarian Empire gave rise to the Heavy Shield Guild. As a top-tier guild, it had absorbed more than 1,000 players.

Moreover, because they only recruited powerful lords, those players who lost their territories did not have the right to enter their doors. Therefore, the overall strength of this guild was exceptionally mighty.

The Heavy Shield Guild would still rank among the top guilds even if their headquarters were in the capital of the Barbarian Empire, where many guilds gathered.

The Heavy Shield Guild’s most famous Guild Master was Panen, other than the 1,000 lord members who could mobilize hundreds of thousands of troops at any time.

This top-tier player was praised as the mightiest barbarian by the multitude on the forum and was the reputation of the Heavy Shield Guild. Some people even evaluated his battle strength as one of the top 20 players.

A transcendent barbarian recruited him as a disciple at the early stages of the “Shining Era.” That was why he was very popular.

Some time ago, that transcendent had even brought him into the land of inheritance. He allowed him to change his class to the hidden class–Ancient Barbarian.

Due to that legacy, his level rose from 14 to 17.

That was exaggerated in the context of the mainstream players who had just reached level 11 or 12.

That was the other reason why the Heavy Shield Guild was famous.

At this moment, the mightiest barbarian had reached level 17 and stared straight at the blurry giant figures outside the bubble.

Panen’s short golden hair made him appear like a lion. That made his burly figure look even mightier. His blue eyes shone with a fierce light.

The armor on his body bulged high from his bulging muscles. It was like it was about to explode.

A pure warrior single from the imposing manner and looked at the ability to know.

One perfectly displayed the barbarian’s physique before the outsiders.

He sent one of his subordinates to this mysterious place two days ago.

The subordinate immediately reported the situation here.

Panen immediately realized that it was not simple to lead a troop if the mission was to help a god escape.

He stayed there for two days.

One’s body would shrink by a hundred times after it entered this sealed land.

Therefore, any life form from the outside world would appear vast near the sealed land.

However, it would shrink at mere approach and contact with the seal.

“Guild Master Panen, another new player?…”

This f*cking master was troublesome. He had summoned players to help him for the past few days.

A 300-pound meatball-like chubby player beside him said with his cheeks puffed up.

“This guy better be like those people and be sensible. Otherwise, we can only send him back to his hometown.”

The meatball-like chubby player looked to the side as he spoke. A collapsed minaret-like building stood there. The upper floors had collapsed on the street, and only a three to four meters tall base remained.

Because of this, the building became a natural prison.

A myriad of barbarian soldiers at this moment patrolled the area.

More than ten dejected players were at the center.

These were their spoils of war.

“Just wait and see what the other party chooses.”

Panen also glanced at the imprisoned players.

Nothing was worthy of a look of him, no matter who came.

That was remarkable when he obtained the legacy and reached level 17.

It was hard for ordinary players to imagine how big the difference in battle power between level 15 and below was.

He was confident he could slaughter all the lord players on the forum, even if they led a troop of one or two thousand.

That was power, absolute power!

“We’ll take this god’s reward. Whoever comes can only scram.”

Panen’s tone was sparingly casual.

The surrounding players nodded as a matter of course.

This world was ultimately a competition for resources. Why would they let others interfere if the Heavy Shield Guild had the strength?

“Guild Master, because of your breakthrough, it was unlikely for players not to know or heard of the Heavy Shield Guild… What was the use of these guys coming again?”

The meatball-like chubby player laughed.

He should not hide anything as a member of the guild. They had to show enough strength to attract new members.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.