John ignored the Two-Winged Angel’s pleas, carefully monitoring her health.
Given his current attributes, the ultimate skill Wrath of the Gods could deal over 300,000 damage to her.
As long as her health dropped below that threshold, he could finish her off.
Panic gripped the Two-Winged Angel as she tried repeatedly to escape, all attempts failing.
She glared at John and shouted, “Human, I am a messenger of the gods. If I fall here, neither the gods nor the angelic race will ever forgive you.”
John was utterly unimpressed by her threats.
He had long since been at odds with the gods, locked in a battle where only one could survive.
The death of a relatively insignificant Two-Winged Angel wasn’t going to provoke a grand response from the gods or the angels, he believed.
Boom!
As the battle raged on, the angel grew more disheveled. Her once majestic figure was now battered and bloodied, her clothes torn, and one of her wings broken.
“Human, I will swear allegiance to you! Please, spare my life!” she pleaded, her voice trembling with genuine fear.
It was surprising to John-a proud angel willing to submit to a human.
But he remained unmoved, his expression cold and unyielding.
The angel’s health had now dropped below a million, and it was only a matter of time before she fell.
John gripped the Sword of Divinity and Demons tighter, ready to strike at any moment.
Seeing that her pleas were in vain, the angel’s face twisted into a mask of rage and
desperation. She glared at John with pure hatred and shrieked, “You and everyone close to you will suffer for this, human! You will all pay dearly!”
“Is that so? Too bad you won’t be around to see it,” John responded icily, raising his longsword as a terrifying aura erupted from his body.
The surrounding beasts recoiled in fear, instinctively backing away.
Even Judy looked wary and stepped aside, sensing the immense power gathering within John.
“Ultimate skill, Wrath of the Gods!” John roared, and the longsword in his hand blazed with a blinding light. The energy coalesced into a massive blade of pure power, cutting through the air with a howling wind as it descended upon the angel.
“No…” The Two-Winged Angel’s eyes widened in horror, her voice filled with helpless rage as she watched the enormous blade bear down on her, unable to resist.
Boom!
The very space around them trembled as the angel’s blood sprayed into the air, a massive damage number appearing above her head.
-334,908
It was a critical hit!
The remaining health of the angel was instantly obliterated.
White feathers floated down around her as she collapsed into a pool of her own blood, her eyes locked on John in a mix of fury, regret, and sorrow.
Even in her final moments, her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. And then, she fell silent.
[You have slain a Level 1000 Legendary Two-Winged Angel, gaining 2,144,000 experience points.]
[You have leveled up: +4 Spirit, +3 Strength, +2 Agility, +16 Free Attribute Points, +2 Skill Points.]
[You have reached Level 100, unlocking your class advancement quest. You may now continue leveling up after advancement.]
[Wrath of the Gods Mage Class Fourth Advancement Quest: Slay 5 Epic Bosses above Level 100.]
[Nightmare Assassin Class Fourth Advancement Quest: Slay 5 Epic Bosses above Level 100.]
…
[Plunder talent activated: +3 Luck, you have gained an S-Class Holy Light Talent.]
[S-Class Holy Light Talent: Allows the mastery of Light-based skills, increasing the damage of Light-based abilities by 70%.]
The notifications filled John’s vision as he processed his newfound power. John finally reached level 100, unlocking the fourth class advancement quest.
What surprised him the most were the attributes and talents he had plundered. He gained 3 points of Luck, bringing his total Luck attribute to 41 points. This meant that all probability-based events now had a 41% higher success rate. Additionally, he acquired an S-class Holy Light talent.
The only downside was that he didn’t plunder any Light-based skills.
However, that was to be expected.
The Two-Winged Angel was powerful, and her skills were at least intermediate-level.
John was still only at the third tier, meaning he could only train in basic magic. Even with the Blessing of the Archmage talent, which boosted his magic by one level, he still couldn’t plunder intermediate-level skills.
His attention was then drawn to the items dropped by the Two-Winged Angel.
Among them was another City Building Order, 200 skill stones, enhancement stones, and gem sockets for equipment.
There were also two pieces of gear.
One was the Holy Light Dual Swords, a seventh-tier legendary weapon, which had been wielded by the Two-Winged Angel.
It wasn’t of much use to John.
But then he noticed something extraordinary-a ring.
“An artifact!” John exclaimed as he picked up the ring from the ground.
[Blessed Ring: Lower-grade Artifact]
[Requirements: All four primary attributes must be above 10,000.]
[Attributes: +10,000 HP, +10,000 MP, +1,000 to all four primary attributes.]
[Additional Attributes: +5 Luck, +10 Physical Crit, +10 Magic Crit.]
[Skill: Resurrection.]
[Resurrection: Passive skill. Upon death, the wearer is immediately revived with full health
and status. Cooldown: 3 days.]
[Description: A powerful ring blessed by the gods, granting the wearer the power of
immortality.]
It had a resurrection skill!
John was overjoyed. The resurrection skill was considered the ultimate skill for priests, something even a ninth-tier priest couldn’t cast.
And now, not only did he have the Lifesaver and Undying and Immortal talents, but he also possessed an artifact ring with a resurrection skill.
And it greatly enhancing his survivability.
Additionally, the ring increased his Luck by 5 points, and added 10 points to both his Physical
and Magic Critical rates.
John immediately equipped the ring.
His HP, MP, and all four primary attributes saw a significant boost.
At this point, John’s strength attribute had reached 39,637 points, and his spirit attribute had
climbed to 37,705 points.
His constitution and agility attributes had also increased, each surpassing 15,000 points.
This monster tide attack had more than doubled his power.
Rustle, rustle…
The Tree of Life began to tremble, its roots wrapping around the Two-Winged Angel’s corpse
before burying it into the earth.
John was puzzled by this but didn’t dwell on it. He simply gave a brief instruction to the surrounding beasts and then exited Death Land.
As he reappeared outside the city, everyone around him breathed a collective sigh of relief
and quickly gathered around.
“Boss, how did it go?” Ritchie asked impatiently.
“It’s done,” John replied calmly.
“Brother-in-law, I want an artifact too,” Armstrong said, his eyes fixed on the ring on John’s
finger.
The equipment leaderboard had updated, with the Blessed Ring now ranking second.
Of the four artifacts listed, all were linked to John in some way. “I’ll give you one if something suitable comes along,” John replied, indifferent. The Blessed
Ring was incredibly powerful and useful to him, so he had no intention of giving it away.
Armstrong was just making a casual remark and wasn’t seriously expecting to receive the ring.
[Announcement: Saint Martial Sect has successfully defended against the monster tide and established a city.]
[All members receive 100,000 experience points, 100 free attribute points, and 10 skill points.]
…
Now, it has been twelve hour, no more monster tide and they established the city successfully. The announcement, repeated three times, resonated throughout the world of Gods. This was the second city to be successfully established, causing quite a stir.
The global chat channel exploded with activity, as players discussed which faction Saint
Martial Sect belonged to.
Many players attempted to apply for membership, but all were declined.
Like Flame City, Saint Martial Sect had no intention of recruiting ordinary players.
…
In Green Hill City.
Toby had been hiding, fearful of being hunted down by the Dark Humans.
Fortunately for him, John had killed Dine, inadvertently saving Toby by diverting the Dark
Humans’ attention elsewhere.
“Goddammit!” Toby roared, smashing everything in the room in a fit of rage.
He couldn’t comprehend why Godslayer was able to establish a city with such ease.
While he, despite having the assistance of the Dark Humans, had failed twice.
At the root of all his problems was that damn Godslayer.
He had hoped that the real-world attack on Godslayer would succeed, but even that had
failed.
Instead of weakening Godslayer, the man had only grown stronger.
He now sat at the top of the level rankings, having reached level 100, far ahead of the second-
place Butcher by 25 levels.
And now, a new artifact, the Blessed Ring, had appeared.
It clearly a reward for successfully defending the city.
Wasn’t the world of Gods supposed to be dominated by the Dark Humans, the most powerful
force with gods pulling the strings behind them?
How on earth is Godslayer having so many lucky breaks?
“Sir,” a subordinate burst into the room, his face pale with fear. Glancing around at the chaos
in the room, he swallowed hard, then dropped to his knees, trembling. “The operation against the Blues Family… it failed.”
“No shit, genius! You think I can’t see that?” Toby’s fury erupted as he kicked the man to the
ground. The subordinate didn’t dare resist. He struggled to his feet, keeping his head bowed low. “One of the assassins managed to send a message before he died.”
He paused, casting a nervous glance at Toby, who was still seething with rage. Cautiously, he
continued, “The Blues Family… their experts brought the abilities of the world of Gods into the real world.”
“What?” Toby frowned, his immediate reaction was to dismiss it as insanity.
Bringing abilities from the world of Gods into reality? Impossible.
“It’s true,” the subordinate insisted urgently. “The assassins reported that they were about
to succeed, but the Blues Family members were incredibly powerful. They used godlike skills and even had healing spells from priest classes that turned the tide of the battle…”
Toby’s mouth opened in disbelief, his frown deepening as his thoughts raced. The news was too shocking, too unbelievable.
But then again, he couldn’t ignore the strange and miraculous nature of the world of Gods.
He’d heard of frail, even dying people who entered the game and came out transformed.
What was this game, really?
Toby shot a wary glance at his subordinate before abruptly logging out.
Back in the real world, he immediately tried to contact the Griffin Family, but all he got was a
series of busy signals. No one picked up.
Collapsing onto his sofa, Toby’s mind churned. The Griffin Family must have been
compromised.
“Damn you, Godslayer!” he roared in frustration, spitting out a mouthful of blood in his rage.
These repeated failures had cost him dearly.
He had allied with the Dark Humans, only for them to be repeatedly thwarted by Godslayer.
And now, his collaboration with the Griffin Family seemed to have ended in disaster as well.
The string of defeats had pushed him to the brink.
“This Godslayer… he must know something-some secret!” Toby thought furiously, trying to suppress the rage that threatened to overwhelm him.
There had been no whispers about the fusion of attributes from the world of Gods into the
real world before now.
Could this be tied to the fact that the Blues Family trained in Ancient Martial Arts, or was it somehow connected directly to Godslayer?
How could ordinary people bring godlike abilities into reality?
Given what had happened to the Griffin Family, it was clear that not all Ancient Martial Arts
practitioners could transfer attributes from the game into the real world.
The common factor had to be Godslayer.
Wiping the blood from his mouth, a sinister smile crept across Toby’s face as a plan began to
form in his mind. He had thought of a way to deal with Godslayer.
If this information became public, it would send shockwaves through every major power on
Earth.
No one would tolerate the existence of such a terrifying threat to their control. “Godslayer, let’s see if you can stand against the whole world,” Toby muttered, coldly
chuckling as he began to set his plan in motion.
…