Worldwide Apocalypse: Starting With Max-Level Skills - Chapter 85
Chapter 85: Burning Fist Armor. Rank 3 Profession
Doomsday Wheel! (2)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Hello, Old Master. You’re well-seasoned, aren’t you?” Wang Chen nodded.
This old man was a spearman. It was obvious that Zhao Qianhe had spent a lot of money to acquire the Spear of Holy Light for this person.
From the data, Yu Yaohan’s strength was far stronger than Zhao Qianhe’s. As for actual combat, it was much stronger.
Previously, when he fought Yu Yaohan, although his strength was not as strong as his, he could deal with professionals who were ten levels higher than him.
“I’ve been practicing shooting for my whole life, but 1 didn’t expect it to come in handy in this damn place.” Yu Yaohan smiled bitterly.
“Kid, 1 can see that your physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people. However, your combat skills are average. If you can train that, your strength will definitely increase by a lot!”
“I’ve learned my lesson!” Wang Chen nodded slightly. He knew this as well. In his current battles, he relied on firepower suppression to win. However, improving his skills was easier said than done.
“Guild Leader Zhao, do you have anyone who can track auras?” he asked again.
“Yes, there is. What do you want to track?” Zhao Qianhe asked doubtfully.
“Of course, it’s these guys.”
Wang Chen pointed at the corpse on the ground. He estimated that most of the Katjans had died, so he could chase after them and take advantage of the situation to destroy their nest.
Zhao Qianhe came to a realization and hurriedly said, “1’11 arrange for people to leave at dawn.”
Wang Chen had no objections to this. He still needed time to organize his spoils of war.
It wasn’t easy to capture dozens of people.
Wang Chen used more than an hour to finally plunder all the Katjans he had killed.
In the end, he obtained five pieces of Rank 3 equipment, more than 50 pieces of Rank 2 equipment, and several pieces of Rank 1 equipment.
The best of them was the Burning Fist Armor Deloitte left behind.
[Burning Fist Armor (Rank 3). Attack: 110. Defense: 200. Special Effect: Burn. User’s attack will have an additional 50 fire damage.]
Wang Chen decided to keep this Burning Fist Armor for himself, fie could tell that the power of the equipment combined with the Dragon Subduing Palm would definitely be even stronger.
However, the joys and sorrows of people were not interlinked.
In the darkness, the surviving Descenders searched for familiar figures.
From time to time, Wang Chen could hear some bitter cries coming from afar.
To these Descenders, this was a tragic victory. Tonight, more than half of the Descenders here had died. Many people had lost everything.
The sky gradually brightened.
Zhao Qianhe had also chosen a candidate.
“Mr. Wang, we’re ready. We can leave at any time,” he said excitedly.
“Many of your men have died, right?” Wang Chen asked casually.
“There are indeed many casualties, but we have a firm foothold here after all,” Zhao Qianhe said indifferently. “Moreover, 1 reckon that there will be Descenders coming over very soon. It won’t be a problem for us to replenish our manpower.”
“Then, let’s go!” Wang Chen said.
There was no doubt that Zhao Qianhe was cold-blooded enough and qualified to be a superior. Those who participated in the operation were all elites, and they were not slow.
One to two hours later, under the guidance of the trackers, they found the old nest of the Katjans.
It was an abandoned factory.
There were two sentry towers at the only entrance.
There was a ballista on each of them, and red-haired Katjans were on guard. It was obvious that the raiders had returned after a night, causing the guards to become vigilant.
A goshawk circled around the factory and landed where Wang Chen and the others were.
“There aren’t many people inside. 1 only saw a dozen people moving outside. The situation in the building is unclear,” the goshawk’s owner said in a low voice.
“Mr. Wang, what do you think?” Zhao Qianhe looked at Wang Chen. With such an expert around, he would not rush to the front himself.
“I’ll take the lead and charge in! Let’s make it clear in advance that all the gains will depend on each person’s ability!”
Wang Chen didn’t care about his little plan.
“Naturally.” Zhao Qianhe was delighted. With Wang Chen attracting the firepower, their losses could be minimized.
In the factory, the experienced Katjan Descenders also discovered the goshawk. They immediately began to gather and prepare for battle.
“The enemy has appeared!”
On the sentry tower, two sentries saw Wang Chen, who was wearing silver armor, walk out from behind a huge rock alone.
“It’s Bjorn’s silver armor! It must be that guy called Wang Chen. Be careful!” one of the sentries recognized Wang Chen and warned his companion loudly.
“Then, what are we waiting for? Kill him!” the Katjan below roared.
“Leave it to us!”
The two sentries smiled and turned their ballistae to aim at Wang Chen.
At a distance of less than 300 meters, given the power of the crossbow, it could even kill a dragon, let alone a living person.
“Release!”
The two of them shot arrows.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two shrill air-piercing sounds rang out. Wang Chen looked up and saw two black shadows flying over.
A warning sign rose in his heart.
“I can’t take it head-on!” Wang Chen immediately understood.
Dong!
He suddenly accelerated and instantly rushed more than ten meters ahead.
Boom! Boom!
Two huge arrows that were more than ten feet long landed near the area where he was previously, piercing through the exposed concrete on the ground and deeply into the ground.
“That was close!” Wang Chen let out a long breath.
The power of this crossbow was only slightly weaker than the Demonic Tree’s Devil’s Bash, but it was enough to threaten him.
“We can’t let these guys take aim.” Wang Chen quickly ran towards the watchtower.
“Damn it, he is too fast. 1 can’t aim!” The sentry was a little annoyed.
“He’s coming!” another person exclaimed.
“Fireball!”
Wang Chen raised his hand and fired a fireball at the watchtowers on both sides.
Bang!
The fireball exploded below the watchtower, and the powerful impact instantly caused the wooden watchtower to collapse.
However, the two sentries were swift. Before the tower collapsed, they jumped down and landed in the factory.
“Follow them!”
Without the threat of the ballistae, the Thousand Rivers Guild members also charged forward.
In the factory, the gathered Katjans asked the sentinel, “How many people are there?”
“There’s only one. There’s a magic barrier at the entrance, so it should be able to hold!” the sentry said with lingering fear.
Just as he finished speaking…
Boom!
A thick bolt of lightning exploded the magic barrier at the entrance, melting a large hole in the reinforced metal door and knocking it open.
“Damn it! How can this guy’s skills be so powerful?”
The Katjans turned pale with fright.
“His long-range skills are so powerful. He must be a Spellcaster who is good at long-range combat. Find an opportunity to get close to him,” a Katjan said.
Just as he finished speaking…
Swoosh!
A silver figure rushed in from the door, holding a huge battle axe and rushing into the crowd.
Kacha!
A Katjan wearing a steel helmet was cut in half from head to toe, and blood splattered all over the people nearby.
“Damn it, this is called not being good at close combat?”
The scene in front of them completely made the Katjans lose their will to fight. The pressure that Wang Chen brought on was even greater than their leader, Deloitte!
“Deloitte is dead. Now it’s your turn!”
Wang Chen raised his head, and his cold gaze swept across everyone, instantly causing them to feel as if they were being stabbed in the back.
“Run!” someone shouted, and the Katjans began to scatter. There was only one outcome for the defeated soldiers, and that was to be massacred!
Half an hour later, all the Katjans in the factory were killed.
Wang Chen found the Doomsday Roulette in a workshop. To his surprise, there were two roulettes.
One was a Resource Roulette, and the other was a Profession Doomsday Roulette.
“A Rank 3 Profession Doomsday Roulette!”
Wang Chen walked over to take a look and couldn’t help but feel delighted.
Most of the Rank 1 professions could only reach Level 20, and it was the same for the Warriors. He would soon need a new class.
This Profession Doomsday Roulette came in handy.
There were still three professions left on the wheel: Flame Warlock (Rank 3), Demon Swordsman (Rank 3), and Martial Arts Grandmaster (Rank 3).
“Martial Arts Grandmaster!”
Wang Chen was overjoyed. There was no doubt that this was the best way to advance in the Warrior profession.
There was no conflict, and the transition could be perfect.
Wang Chen could also understand why these professions were still there.
Each spin required 100,000 Spirit Points!
Even for the Katjan Descenders who had been there for a long time, this was a huge figure..
