chsdbacks Chapter 122 Sword revenant II
Chapter 122 Sword revenant II
Brook McLane, the leader of the Thunder Slammers, is renowned not only for his remarkable feat of elevating a Level Zero guild to one of the top five guilds on the first floor but also for his unique class.
His class, the Legendary-grade Molten Blood Knight, is exceptionally rare. It combines immense defensive capabilities with high offensive power, making it one of the most versatile classes. This all-rounder class allows Brook to excel both as a tank and as a DPS, adapting seamlessly to various combat roles.
Brook, at the front of the group, raised his hand to signal a halt. "We're entering the first chamber," he said, his voice low but firm. "Stay sharp. The Death Knights won't give us a warm welcome."
The group nodded, gripping their weapons tightly.
As they stepped into the massive chamber, their eyes fell upon a squad of Death Knights clad in blackened armor, their eyes glowing with an unholy red light. Behind them stood two Liches, their skeletal hands already weaving the beginnings of dark spells.
Brook barked orders, "Form up! Frontline, hold the Death Knights! Mages and archers, take out those Liches before they unleash anything nasty!"
The adventurers scrambled into formation, their training kicking in.
Drake stepped forward, unsheathing his longsword. The runes along the blade flared to life, casting an eerie blue glow. "Let me handle the Death Knights," he said calmly, his voice cutting through the tension.
Milly moved to higher ground, drawing her bow as golden magical energy coalesced around her. "I'll cover the casters," she said, already loosing an enchanted arrow that streaked toward one of the Liches.
Liam twirled his staff, his grin widening as crimson energy crackled around him. "Let's see how well these undead handle blood magic," he muttered, stepping back slightly to focus on weaving a powerful spell.
The raid party advanced cautiously through the dark, winding corridors of the Wailing Catacombs. Every step brought them closer to the Sword Revenant's chamber, and the oppressive aura of death grew heavier. The next chamber loomed ahead, its wide archway carved with ominous glyphs. Brook raised his fist to halt the group.
"We've got company," he said grimly, pointing to the shadows within the chamber.
As the party stepped closer, the undead forces waiting inside became clear: towering Death Knights flanked by skeletal warlocks, and at the center, a pair of Arch-Liches cloaked in roiling black energy. Their bony hands clutched ornate staffs, and their hollow eyes glowed with malice.
Brook turned to the group. "Same strategy as before—frontline holds the Death Knights, ranged focuses on the casters. Be ready for curses. These Arch-Liches won't go down without a fight."
Drake stepped forward, his longsword shimmering with power. "We'll handle the Arch-Liches," he said firmly, nodding to Milly and Liam.
Brook hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Fine. But keep them from interfering with the rest of the fight."
The raid party charged into the chamber, and chaos erupted.
The Death Knights met the frontliners with thunderous clashes of steel, their massive weapons swinging with unrelenting force. Brook charged into the fray, his Molten Blood Knight abilities igniting his sword with molten flames. Each swing sent fiery arcs through the air, forcing the undead back. His armor glowed faintly as it absorbed and dispersed incoming blows, allowing him to hold the line effortlessly.
Drake led Milly and Liam toward the Arch-Liches. As they approached, the undead sorcerers unleashed a torrent of dark magic. Shadowy tendrils surged toward the trio, but Milly raised her hand, summoning a golden barrier that absorbed the attack.
"Go!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the din.
Drake darted forward, his blade slicing through the tendrils as he closed the distance. The runes on his sword flared as he unleashed a powerful arc slash, forcing the first Arch-Lich to retreat.