I Am the God of Games - Chapter 345
Chapter 345: The Bane of The Undead Elf
Even though the undead elf had not much emotions, it could not help feeling an instinctive fear when the Players who should have been dead were appearing in droves before it.
After all, even if its ability was so superior above the average Player that it had wiped out Edward’s party aside from Eleena and easily defeat the strongest Player Mufasa, its victories were built upon the advantage of the Pyrocrystal Cannon over the body of the tortoise colossus, or in a one versus one situation.
And now, with the tortoise colossus was rendered immobile by a profound power, the humans were cracking their fists and stretching their muscles. They certainly did not look like they would honor the knights’ code of chivalry to fight it in single combat, and were instead prepared for one justified lynching…
The elven elf would have fled early on—if it had still been its just-awakened self, but that would not fly now.
After it had awakened from its long slumber, the instincts that drove it forward and all the way here to activate the Synchronized Intellect Nation (SIN), and strode towards the high elves’ Promised Land back when it was alive.
Such was the tragic ambition shared by all high elves before their extinction.
That was why it was not retreating, and instead attempted to reclaim control from the Players over the tortoise colossus—in other words, the Elven SIN.
While the Players weren’t aware of such insider information, they probably wouldn’t have cared anyway.
Though the dying will of a clan sounds profound, the high elves were a mythical existence even in the last era.
And the age of humans was now.
In other words, there was no reason to forgive or understand a corpse that came back to life from six-feet under, massacring thousands of innocents in Crookes for a so-called tragic will that had long since died with its own kind!
“Cast your ultimate skills right now if you have any since it’s still quite far away! Only use precision skills when its closer to prevent friendly fire! Melee units, get forward, protect the glass cannons on the back row and stop that thing from cutting his way to them!”
Edward wasn’t sure what happened since most of the veteran Players were dead when the tortoise colossus exploded. Moreover, the newbies who survived seemed to have forgotten about the forums or simply couldn’t afford to be distracted—after all, both saving and evacuating the citizens or fighting the tortoise colossus with the Saintess does not afford them time to goof off.
Nonetheless, just as Edward’s vision saw nothing but darkness, he suddenly received new System notifications:
[Eleena, Saintess-in-training has completed the prerequisite quest.]
[Outermost stratum of the Elven SIN activated.]
[Event has started, new Spawn Point establish.]
He didn’t even think before teleporting here.
A spawn point being added in conjunction with an event was nothing special—the same thing had taken place back in the battle against the Rotten Bones cult. Still, the spawn point at that time was built beside Leah the Warrior Princess, while this one was on a fixed platform.
Still, unlike the other Players who were confused when they teleported here, Edward had fought the undead elf on close quarters before. Even if its appearance had changed drastically now and was making strides towards the transcendence of human, Edward could still quickly recognize the being that had killed him once before.
Hence, he promptly issued his order, ready to lead the Players who came teleporting alongside him to wipe the floor with that Boss!
He even flashed a praiseful smile at Eleena in between.
Right now, he finally saw Eleena—the little girl in his village and the Saintess he must protect as a true, qualified Player!
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On the other hand, the undead elf wasn’t about to resign itself to its fate despite what was happening, and rapidly attacked the Player instead.
Its exposed skin began to secret black goo that hardened into something like armor plates whereas the four arms behind its back became even sensitive. Each of them was stretching out and dangling on the ground in a bizarre arc, replacing the elf’s feet as way of balance.
On a single glance, it was an oversized four-legged black spider, although there was a layer of thin membrane between its legs.
However, the thin membrane was exceedingly sturdy that it was not really affected by several powerful skill detonating over it, even though it had shaved a thin notch off the Boss’s HP bar.
“Don’t get too close! It might have a frost aura around it!” Mufasa warned after having been blindsided by that skill once.
But that was when the four arms over the undead elf’s back curved further as if it was about to drop to the ground.
Just as Mufasa assumed that another Player’s control-type skill had taken effect, he realized that something was wrong upon a closer look.
The creature’s crouching posture… doesn’t it look like it was charging its strength, instead of being knocked off balance by the Players’ assault?
Edward noticed it too, and didn’t hesitate to yell out.
“Scatter!”
However, that was one step too slow—using the strength of all four spine arms, the undead elf lifted itself high above and leaped towards the Players!
And for the Players, hitting a moving target was extremely difficult even with the skill targeting that the God of Games blessed them with. Only a handful out of the barrage of skills unleashed by fifty Players struck true, and with the undead elf’s skin membrane protecting what could be its vitals, there just was not much damage inflicted.
And when it landed between the backrow Players—all of whom were glass cannon classes, that one hit inflicted tons of damage and direct crushed several Players who just revived to death. Others were more or less affected by the creature’s frost aura, with white snowflakes appearing over their body.
If it had been a human military outfit, that single blow would have sent a hundred-men battalion running.
It was therefore regrettable for the undead elf that the Players weren’t. They were continuing their relentless output, since the worst thing that could happen to them was that they would be born anew three days later fate getting killed.
In contrast, the undead elf did not have such special treatment. Despite having the potential of becoming a machine of perpetual motion as an undead, each scar inflicted on the creature’s body was very real, and very obvious thanks to the HP bar over its head.
Halfway through the battle, it attempted to seize and devour one of the Players the way it had devoured the automatons, healing its injury while increasing its power as well.
That clearly wasn’t an attribute of any ordinary high elf, but an addition thanks to it being an undead to counter a numerical advantage strategy.
It was therefore unfortunate for the undead elf that the Players vanished directly upon death and leaves no physical corpse, which naturally denied any devouring…
As such, devouring the Players became no different from taking a gulp of air for the undead elf. There’s nothing to even fit the gaps between its teeth, with the Players proving that they were the greatest bane to its existence!
Hence, the violent battle lasted just three and a half minutes for the undead high elf and the first Boss of the Elven SIN to fall to the Players’ butcher knife.
