PFC Chapter 201 Iron Wall Guild Crisis
Chapter 201 Iron Wall Guild Crisis
"Tank crew! Take turns taunting! Don't let it charge into the back row!" Wan Heng shouted hoarsely as he gave the orders.
He was suffering. Ever since Liu Ji's mess, the reputation of the Iron Wall Guild had plummeted. He had barely managed to salvage the situation by acting as a "sycophant" to show his loyalty and by cleaning up his own ranks. If things went wrong again during the city defense, the Iron Wall Guild would be completely finished!
He has to hold on, even if it costs him his life!
To stop this "Plague Butcher," Wan Heng pulled out the toughest and most capable members of the guild and formed an elite squad.
The main tank was carried by a burly man named Liu Hu, who held a giant shield engraved with the image of a wild boar at the very front.
"You little brat! Look here!" Liu Hu unleashed a [Taunt] skill, and the Plague Butcher's one-eyed eye immediately locked onto him, swinging its massive butcher's blade to strike.
"clang--!!"
With a deafening roar, the butcher's knife slammed into the shield, sparks flying everywhere.
The immense force slammed Liu Hu to his knees, leaving a deep dent in his shield. Half of his health bar dropped instantly, and he felt as if his internal organs had shifted.
"Heal me! Quickly!" Liu Hu roared through gritted teeth.
The female priest behind him turned pale. Her staff glowed with a soft white light as she spammed Healing spells on Liu Hu as if they were free, barely managing to bring his health back a little.
"Attack! Don't stand still! Hit its joints! Its eyes!" Wan Heng roared as he circled around to the side, his axe flashing red as it slammed into the back of the Plague Butcher's leg.
-852!
A meaningless number floated up.
Wan Heng's heart sank; this defense was far too thick!
The attacks from other mages and archers were barely noticeable on the BOSS; fireballs and ice arrows clanged and clattered, but none of them dealt more than four digits of damage.
On the contrary, the Plague Butcher would occasionally unleash a Plague Spray, spreading green poisonous mist that would cause anyone who got in contact with it to continuously lose health, requiring a priest to quickly dispel it.
Alternatively, they could swing their meat hooks to pull an assassin who couldn't dodge in time and kill them instantly!
The battle was incredibly fierce.
The elite squad members took turns going up to tank, the shields' durability dropped rapidly, and potions were being used up like water.
Everyone was injured, and their health bars were fluctuating like a rollercoaster, all relying on the priests to keep them alive.
The priests' mana was almost depleted, and their mana potions were on cooldown.
"Guild Leader! We can't hold on much longer! This thing has way too much health! We can't take it down!"
Liu Hu's tiger's mouth was cracked from the shock, and blood dripped down the edge of the shield.
Wan Heng's eyes were red: "We have to hold on, even if we can't! Our home is right behind us! Think about how Boss Lin Tian thinks of us! We can't afford to lose face again!"
His words were less an encouragement to his teammates and more a way to boost his own morale.
Actually, he was also very nervous. The Plague Butcher's health had only dropped by less than one-tenth, while their side was already at its last gasp.
Just then, the Plague Butcher seemed to be completely enraged by this swarm of "flies".
It let out a deafening roar, its single eye instantly turned blood red, its muscles bulged, and a chilling dark red light simultaneously shone on its butcher knife and meat hook—it was about to magnify!
Judging by this, it's definitely a super move that can instantly kill a tank!
"Oh no! It's about to erupt! Liu Hu, activate your damage reduction skill! Everyone else, scatter!" Wan Heng roared, his eyes bloodshot.
Looking at the BOSS's terrifying, poised-to-attack stance, Liu Hu felt a chill run down his spine. He had already used his survival skill to withstand a normal attack, and it was still on cooldown!
This blow is absolutely unbearable!
He closed his eyes in despair, bracing himself against the shield with all his might, preparing to face this final judgment.
The priestess screamed in despair, her healing spells seeming utterly powerless.
Wan Heng and the other team members also looked on in despair, watching helplessly as the butcher's knife, wrapped in destructive energy, fell heavily towards Liu Hu!
It's over! Once the main tank falls, the defensive line will collapse instantly!
At that critical moment—
No one could see what happened; it was as if the screen suddenly froze, or as if a frame of time had been stolen.
A beam of azure light, condensed to its extreme and only as thick as an arm, descended from the sky without warning, as if traversing space!
It makes no sound, or it is moving faster than the speed of sound.
It pierced through the Plague Butcher's huge, glowing green eye in an instant!
A massive, breathtaking purple damage number slammed into the retinas of everyone present like a brand!
The Plague Butcher's frenzied downward slash suddenly froze.
The green light in the single eye went out instantly, leaving behind a charred hole.
The dark red energy that had gathered on its body suddenly dissipated like a punctured balloon.
Its massive body swayed twice, then crashed to the ground with a deafening roar, like a mountain collapsing and a jade pillar toppling, kicking up clouds of dust, and remained motionless.
It was over in seconds?!
The level 35 Undead Lord, a boss with an insanely high HP, is... gone?!
The entire battlefield seemed to have been muted.
Only the unconscious howls of the undead and the sounds of battle in the distance remained, making the area exceptionally silent.
Liu Hu remained in the stance of raising his shield to block, his eyes wide open like copper bells, staring blankly at the huge corpse that had crashed to the ground in front of him.
What just happened?
Wan Heng and the other team members were all petrified, their mouths agape as they stared at the still slightly twitching BOSS corpse, then blankly looked up at the sky.
A figure appeared, suspended in mid-air. The Shadow Weaver's robes fluttered slightly in the wind, and a faint, almost imperceptible azure light was slowly dissipating from the tip of the staff in her hand, which seemed to be formed from nebulae.
It's Lin Tian!!
His face was expressionless, as if he had just done a trivial little thing.
He didn't even glance at the Ironwall Guild members below, who were stunned and dazed after surviving the ordeal. His gaze swept across the chaotic Grayrock City battlefield, as if searching for the next target to be eliminated.
"Lin...Lin Tian...Boss..." Wan Heng was the first to react, his voice hoarse and trembling with disbelief.
His life, and the lives of his brothers, were essentially saved by Lin Tian with a casual gesture!
Liu Hu finally caught his breath and collapsed to the ground. Looking at the figure in the sky, he trembled with excitement. He wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single word. He could only pound his chest to express his unspeakable gratitude.