Chapter 132: No Survivors (2/2)

Perhaps their effort might be of no use, but in the very least, they must stand before the village and strive to protect it right now.

Icepicks, fireballs, chain lightning—without regard for effectiveness, all the Players who had yet to change their class were pouring out their spells at the supermassive tide bearing down on them, ready to devour heaven and earth.

At the same time, Players who had changed class to Tide Callers were all casting skills like water gun, water cannons, hydro pump, or summoning cyclones to do whatever they could in weakening the force of the tide. It was just a pity that as the tide loomed ever closer, it was not even reduced in height—not one bit.

When the tide was about two-hundred meters away, the Clerics raised a radiant sacred shield as far ahead as they could. But even if they were immeasurably reliable against normal foes, it was promptly overloaded and crushed the moment the tide touched it, reduced to countless triangular fragments that faded within the tide.

“Jarvis!”

Marni cried, and a cool golden-red set of steel armor immediately enveloped his body as he led the Warrior-class Players to raise the last line of defense with their very own bodies.

Be it in their mind or that their determination turned out to be useful, the tide seemed to slow down every little bit.

Nevertheless, the Warrior Players all had their HP bars emptied in the very next instant. Their sturdy armor was hammered and flattened by the enormous force of the tide, while their bodies were blasted away and caught in the undercurrents as nothing more as waste.

Marni’s sturdy full-body armor did not last long either, since his armor was not some steel battle armor equipped with quantum anti-shock capacity that could divert the terrible momentum from the tsunami tide, which in turn reduced him to mincemeat covered in iron. In fact, he was the first to die since he had valiantly stayed ahead of the rest of the players.

Naturally, the Players of every other class did not flinch. As the tide approached and they were awash under the profound soul-crushing might of nature and every part of their bodies shuddered, they forced out every last bit of their strength to cast their last skill.

In the end, the thirty-three players outside the Frogmen Village all died without retreating in their battle against their invincible foe, the tsunami.

And thanks to their effort, the frogmen were only injured thanks to their experience with tsunamis and preparations, even though their village was left devastated. As more Players rushed to the scene, even the critically injured were rescued with no casualties!

“Your names shall be remembered and your accomplishments known eternally!”

There were a million things waiting to be done in the Frogmen Village after the tsunami struck. The Frogman Elder stood wobbly atop the conch roof, mourning the Players who died valiantly.

Meanwhile, those same honored players were raising hell in the forums. They didn’t want such honors because it felt like they had really died, and it was better to give them some game currency and EXP as rewards in return.

But even as the other Players were making noise as always, Angora had hurried back to the unnamed town and visited the Frogmen Village for the first time.

He felt that something wasn’t right.

“This is quite a big deal, but why didn’t the God of Games react at all?”

He looked out at the distant sea even as those misgivings clouded his mind, noticing then that something had appeared over the sea surface that should have been flat…