chsdbacks Chapter 503 The Players Take Action
Chapter 503 The Players Take Action
Hattori Hanji emerged from the shadows and knelt on one knee.
His energy was depleted—the final blow had exhausted it all.
He doesn't even have the strength to stand up now.
Ye Yao leaned against Shen Yiyi with her eyes closed, it was unclear whether she was asleep or unconscious.
Her mana bar was empty, and her stamina was also depleted.
Emily gripped the warhammer, her knuckles turning white.
Blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth—the backlash from [Holy Flame Judgment] had begun to take her life.
The Paladin's ultimate skill inflicts damage upon each use.
She used it once, twice, three times.
Her health is only 32%.
William jumped off the rock, stumbled a few steps, and almost fell.
His crystal ball dimmed completely—the consumption of [Secret Calculation Network] left him with no mana.
He used an Arcane Scroll to restore 30% of his mana, but that last mana boost has depleted it all.
He glanced at the battlefield.
Zhang Tianya is down. Chen Shan is finished. Karl is unconscious. Jack is unconscious. Shen Yiyi is out of mana.
Arjun is pushing his life force to the limit. Raji only has 18% health left. Sato only has the strength for one more strike. Chishima Rin is swaying even while standing.
Hattori knelt down halfway. Ye Yao fainted. Emily was vomiting blood.
No one can fight anymore.
He closed his eyes.
"withdraw......"
But in that very instant—
Behind them, deafening shouts of battle erupted.
William turned around abruptly.
What he saw was—
A dense crowd surged in from all directions.
Players from the East, the West, the South, and the North—
Tens of thousands of people surged toward Kisla like a tidal wave.
"Kill them!!!"
"Steal the BOSS!!!"
"The final blow is mine!!!"
William's pupils contracted.
He wanted to shout "Don't go!", "You'll die!", "Wait until we recover and attack together!"—but it was too late.
Those people have already rushed up.
......
Kisla raised his head.
Six blood-red eyes watched the swarming ants.
It didn't move.
I just watched quietly.
The first group of players rushed to its feet.
The warrior raised his sword and slashed at its leg—the sword struck the bone plate, sending up a few sparks.
Damage: -1, -1, -1.
The mage's fireball struck its bone plate—the fireball exploded, scattering sparks everywhere.
Damage: -2, -3, -1.
The archer's arrow was aimed at its eye—the arrow struck its eyelid and bounced off.
Damage: -0, -0, -1.
The assassin's dagger pierced the gap in the bone plate—only a very few people found the gap, while the others left several white marks on the bone plate.
伤害：-15、-12、-18、-2、-1、-0。
The BOSS's health bar finally moved.
50%.
It's below half health.
But the next second—
Kisla raised its front paws.
It wasn't filmed.
It means to step on.
"boom--!!!"
With a single claw strike, it covered an area of twenty meters.
More than thirty players were trampled into mincemeat.
A white light flashed.
Their combined damage didn't even exceed five hundred.
Kisla's tail swept across.
Its tail, several meters long, had a bone hammer at the end that swept across the crowd.
More than twenty people were swept away, crashing into the crowd and knocking down another group.
A white light flashed.
It opened its mouth and spewed out chaotic energy.
It wasn't a single strike, it was a sweeping attack.
The 180-degree fan-shaped area covered the hundreds of people at the forefront.
Wherever the chaotic energy swept, players were instantly vaporized.
The white light merged into one, illuminating the entire battlefield.
The assassin tried to flank them.
With a flick of its tail, Kisla's bone hammer slammed down—the three assassins were smashed into the ground, turning into three balls of white light.
The soldiers raised their shields and bravely withstood the attack.
Kisla slammed down with his claw—the shield shattered, the man flew, and a white light flashed.
The mage stands at a distance and attacks.
Kisla opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of chaotic energy—more than a dozen mages were vaporized, not even having time to scream.
The pastor did everything he could to heal the patient.
However, the amount of treatment cannot keep up with the damage.
Just as a priest fully healed the warrior beside him, Kisla's tail swept over—the two flew together and turned into white light.
No one can withstand its attack.
No one can make it lose more than 50 health points.
But there were too many people.
Tens of thousands of people surged in like a tide.
One batch dies, another batch comes in.
One dies, another is replaced.
Kisla's health bar began to slowly decrease—
49%......48%......47%......
It loses 1% of its health for every 100 people it kills.
Killing a thousand people reduces your stats by 10%.
But the number of dead has already exceeded three thousand.
The white light on the battlefield never stopped.
The ground was stained red with blood, then evaporated into charred black by chaotic energy.
The air was filled with the smells of blood, burning, and the screams of players dying.
Someone is crying out.
Someone is cursing.
Someone was shouting "Retreat!"
But many more people are still rushing forward.
Because the BOSS's health bar is decreasing.
Because everyone felt that the final blow might come from their own hands.
......
Forty minutes later.
Kisla's health bar - 10%.
The corpses at its feet had piled up into a small mountain.
More than 20,000 players have died.
Fewer than three thousand are still alive.
But these three thousand people have gone mad.
The boss's health bar has only 10% left.
No one retreated.
No one was afraid.
All anyone could see was that health bar.
"kill!!!"
"The final blow is mine!!!"
"Charge!!!"
Kisla stood there, his six blood-red eyes already half-dimmed.
It has reached its limit.
Its bone plates were covered with cracks—the attacks of countless people, although each attack could only deal -1 or -2 damage, accumulated over hundreds of thousands of attacks, would eventually cause even the sturdiest bone plates to crack.
Its wound was still bleeding—each time an assassin, thief, or samurai pierced the crevice, they could take away a small piece of flesh.
By now, it has accumulated at least a hundred wounds on its body.
Its movements were more than half as slow as before.
Chaotic energy was circulating wildly within its body, but its body could no longer keep up—a sign of exhaustion.
But it's still killing.
One claw, and five people fly away.
One bite, and ten people evaporate.
One tail, and twenty people swept away.
The white light was still flashing.
But people are still rushing.
......
On a distant hill, a group of players who were not participating in the battle watched the battlefield from afar.
"This boss is too powerful..."
A soldier swallowed hard, gripped his weapon tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"One swipe of its claws kills a whole bunch of people. Who can withstand that? I just counted, that tail alone swept away at least twenty people, all of them were just flashes of white light."
"That attack just now must have killed at least a thousand people?"
Someone nearby clicked their tongue, their eyes wide, and their facial muscles twitching.
"These people are insane. They know they're just throwing their lives away and they still rush in. Look at the ground, it's covered with a layer of equipment fragments."