Chapter 338: Its Over, Theres No Winning This Time (1/2)

While the colossal tortoise that carried an entire story seemed to move very slowly, the world seemed to quake each step it took. Even if a person wasn’t directly stomped, the waves it kicked up was enough to send them flying

The situation was therefore exceedingly horrible for the weaker Players. Half of their HP would disappear if they got just a little to close, and they would be gone with the slightest of knock or brush.

Likewise, they couldn’t inflict effective damage if they kept their distance. Setting aside the city of Crookes that was the tortoise’s shell, the beast’s four feet had such high defense that the Players would only deal a -1-mandatory damage, and it was simply unfazed even with almost a hundred Players focusing their firepower.

The skies had also dimmed, laden with thick and heavy clouds of gloom that appeared bent on crushing everything on the ground. Dust and smoke were billowing in every direction, followed by the refugees’ screams of heartbreak over lost kin-even so, the tortoise colossus was unmoved, and continued lifting its sky-pillar feet as it continued forward like a moving disaster.

The entire scene was filled with dull grayness, overflowing with the scents of despair and destruction.

Or that was how was supposed to be, until the second wave of Players arrived with the wood elf elders sent here from Trinia.

And amongst them were Mufasa, first-rate Player and champion of the Twin City Cup tourney who escorted the wood elf elders all the way here from Trinia!

Amidst the scenes of extreme tragedy and oppression, though the pink flatfish head was no blossoming flower, it at least cut short everyone’s mood which had been spiraling downward.

Whether the gales kicked up by the tortoise colossus was too violent or Xi Wei’s modeling had a bug from his faraway divine kingdom, the fins over Mufasa’s pink flatfish head mask looked like it was having a stroke. In fact, each of the fines were flapping so vigorously the whole fish seemed to have come to life.

Even if the sight before them was as profound as it was solemn, the other players who just arrived couldn’t help turning their eyes to Mufasa and not the Boss they would face.

And perhaps Edward had been imagining it, as the scene degraded into sheer silliness, the undead high elf who had never so much as glanced sideways after so long couldn’t resist glancing down at the pink flatfish too.

“I had already caught sight of it from the distance, but it’s still a little profound when I saw it directly.”

Mufasa himself seemed to have not noticed the flapping fins or that he had become the center of attention. He simply held a hand over his eyes as he looked up at the tortoise colossus while murmuring in awe.

It was worth mentioning here that Kengyoku Swordmasters had an advantage against massive, slow-moving creatures such as three to five-meter tall titans, just as they could cut off the nape of ten to twenty-meter tall titans. However, that advantage revolved around the target not being rule-breaking in size.

So, with each leg of the tortoise being more than a hundred and fifty meters thick, any bladed weapons would be deflected without hope of cutting through the defense.

Moreover, each single movement of such a colossal creature was an AoE attack on its own, which made it a worse nightmare for Kengyoku-try deflecting or parrying when each step bore down a hundred thousand-ton worth of kinetic energy on the ground!

That said, there were Players who tried suplex on the colossus. It just might work against a normal giant tortoise, but this thing was a legacy of the high elves and was shrouded with the protection of Mystery. And given that Mystery was basically a divine power, it kept the colossus very much immune against Rules, with Xi Wei’s Rule of Skill being not strong enough to be effective.

“Luna protect us… it really is an undead high elf…”

The wood elf elders who had been swanking about on their way here had all become crestfallen when they saw the undead elf standing atop the tortoise colossus’s head, and appear very much spooked. That certainly made sense, because high elves were the ancestors of every tribe of elf in the present day whom they held with pride. After all, not every race in this world could achieve such solidarity and almost achieve racial transcendence.