mesbooks Chapter 507 No, My First Kill of the Boss
Chapter 507 No, My First Kill of the Boss
With the Shadow Step activated, every step he takes is shrouded in shadow, his figure appearing and disappearing, making it impossible to discern his movements.
[Fatal Strike] Charge up, the next critical hit will deal double damage. He could feel the dagger getting hot, trembling, and thirsting for blood.
His eyes were fixed on the health bar.
5%...
In a few seconds, it will turn into a wisp.
It will disappear in a few seconds.
The moment it disappeared was his.
His dagger was already raised, flashing a cold light in the moonlight.
His mouth was already stretched into a grin, revealing two rows of white teeth, and his eyes were narrowed into slits.
"Mine!!! It's mine!!!"
Then--
He saw Kisla's eyes.
Those two still-shining blood-red eyes.
Staring straight at him.
It's not about focusing on him as a person.
They were staring at the direction he was rushing from.
Kisla opened his mouth.
It's not spitting.
It wasn't a roar.
It's just a skill with a limited scope.
A shockwave that spreads outwards from it in all directions.
But this time, it wasn't the light of chaos.
It was just an ordinary shockwave.
The range is only thirty meters.
But for Pu Shu—
enough.
He watched as the shockwave surged toward him.
Transparent ripples, carrying pebbles and dust, pushed in like a wall.
He is very fast.
He was so fast that he thought he could dodge it.
He was so fast he thought he could reach the boss.
He thought it was almost there—
"No......"
His pupils contracted to pinpoints.
His body froze, as if he had been acupunctured.
His dagger was still raised, still in the thrusting position.
His lips were still parted in a grin, maintaining the curve of his smile.
Only one thought occupied his mind:
"No, my first boss kill... my S-rank gear... my..."
The shockwave swept across.
He disappeared.
A beam of white light.
Nothing was left.
Only his dagger clattered to the ground, rolled a few times, and then lay quietly.
......
Kisla's health bar -
Only 5% remain.
It's still falling, falling every second, and falling faster and faster.
But suddenly there were fewer players attacking.
He's not dead.
It has stopped.
Because they saw—
Someone is coming.
Zhang Tianya.
He carried a new shield, of average quality, but usable.
His steps were slow, but each step was steady, making a "crunching" sound as he stepped on the gravel.
Li Weiwei followed behind him, the flames on her staff flickering, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, reflecting on her tense face.
Chen Shan walked on the other side, his shield also newly replaced.
His eyes were focused, watching the boss's every move.
Raji carried his battle axe, grinning, the nicks in the axe blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
Arjun followed behind him, gripping his staff tightly, his fingers pressing on the shaft, ready to cast a spell at any moment.
Ye Yao was hidden in the shadows, with only the occasional glimpse of her shadow confirming her presence.
The shadow flashed across the ground, so fast it was like an illusion.
Shen Yiyi gripped her staff tightly, following behind the shadow, her lips moving slightly as she silently recited healing prayers.
Chishima Rin gripped her katana tightly, her eyes sharp as knives, the blade coated with a new poison that gleamed with a ghostly green light.
Kobayashi Hikaru pushed up his glasses, his face expressionless, but the sand table in his hand had already lit up with a complex trajectory diagram.
No one could see Hattori Hanji—but he was certainly there, in some shadow, in some corner, waiting.
Emily walked at the front.
The golden warhammer struck the ground, leaving a shallow trail with each step, the trail still glowing with the light of holy flames.
Her face was still pale, and there was blood at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were firm as she stared straight at the enormous creature.
Karl and Helena followed behind her, Karl gripping his shield tightly, and frost gathering on Helena's staff.
Sato walked on the other side.
His hand was on the hilt of the knife, gripping it tightly, his knuckles white.
His sword was still sheathed.
But everyone knows—
The moment it is drawn is the final blow.
Marcus led his men along the other side.
Catherine's whip was already raised, cracking loudly in the air.
Jack had already raised his shield, blocking the way in front of the group.
Vincent remained hidden in the crowd, his dagger twirling between his fingers. Isabella's frost had begun to condense, forming an ice shield around her.
Roderick's eyes were fixed on the boss—he was looking for a weakness, for that deepest wound.
William walked last.
But his crystal ball was dazzlingly bright.
The points of light inside the sphere spun wildly, piecing together a dense network of trajectories that covered the entire battlefield.
They were walking towards the boss.
From different directions.
From different perspectives.
But their goal—
It's the same one.
......
In the distant sky.
A figure stood in mid-air.
Lin Tian.
He appeared there at some unknown time, suspended three hundred meters in the air, with nothing beneath his feet, only the howling night wind sweeping past him.
He looked down at the battlefield.
Looking at that last 5% health bar.
Looking at the players coming from different directions.
Looking at each and every one of them—
Zhang Tianya carried a shield, Li Weiwei gripped a staff, Chen Shan held up a shield, Raji carried an axe, and Arjun dragged a staff.
Ye Yao moved swiftly through the shadows, Shen Yiyi followed behind, Chishima Rin gripped her katana tightly, and Kobayashi Hikaru adjusted his glasses.
Hattori had vanished without a trace, Emily dragged her warhammer, Carl and Helena followed closely behind, and Sato's hand rested on the hilt of his sword.
Marcus led a group of men, Catherine cracked her whip, Jack held up his shield, and Vincent was hidden in the crowd.
Isabella exuded a chilling aura, Roderick squinted, and William held the crystal ball.
He looked at them.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly.
"That's about it."
He moved his wrist, and the bones cracked.
Then, his figure flashed—
Disappeared.
At the same instant, another person appeared above Kisla's head.
......
There was another person above Kisla's head.
No one saw how he got there.
One second ago, there was nothing there except a gentle breeze blowing across the shattered bone plates on the boss's head.
The next second, he was standing there—on top of the eighteen-meter-tall monster's head, on the cracked bone plate, directly above the two still-glowing blood-red eyes.
The wind blew up the hem of his clothes, making them flutter in the night sky.
He looked down at the monster at his feet, as if it were a lamb to the slaughter.
Kisla froze.
Its body, which had been in a killing frenzy, the ferocious beast that had just swatted a group of players to death with a single claw, was now completely still.
It sensed it.
That aura that enveloped it from above—
It's not oppression.
It's not a deterrent.
It is indifference.
It's that kind of indifference... when an ant looks up at the sky, the sky won't even glance at you.