Chapter 341: Dying Too Late (2/2)

“Doesn’t that mean we can turn things around? That we can defeat the monster now?”

“No, the first-rate Players are all dead. It’s going to be difficult to turn things around… damn it, if only Marni died earlier!”

Eleena naturally could hear the Players’ discussion.

She usually wouldn’t believe such superstition, but at this very moment, she was not going to give up on even the tiniest bit of hope.

It was therefore a shame that her other party members had all died horribly. Gou Dan was probably trampled into tiny scraps, Joe was directly eaten by the colossus whereas Edward was directly vaporized by its Pyrocrystal Cannon with nothing left of him. Even if Eleena had learned outstanding revival spells, she couldn’t make bricks without clay.

In fact, aside from Eleena, the only other first-rate Player who survived was Mufasa who just escorted the wood elf elders to safety and just returned.

Just as she was nearly exhausted, Mufasa was unable to unleash his wrath against such a supermassive foe.

It was like how the Player put it just now: the turning point had come too late…

Be that as it may, even as that thought crossed Eleena’s mind, the back of the tortoise colossus exploded violently.

The blast was so violent that half of the city of Crookes which had remained over the colossus’s back was reduced to ashes, and a skull-faced mushroom-cloud now billowed from it!

In fact, it was such a powerful explosion that the tortoise colossus let out a blood-curdling shriek, with a big chunk of its HP dropping off its red bar visibly!

Eleena couldn’t help gaping, unsure what had actually happened.

***Tyler Meredith-Eleena’s maternal grandfather and mayor of Crookes stood at the edge of the crater and watched the explosion nonchalantly. He remained still and imposing no matter how the ensuing gales would rear at him, completely unlike the withering old man who was about to die before.

“Eleena, my heir. I may not agree with your choice, but I have witnessed your courage… and that is why this old man wouldn’t just sit around and watch you die.” He said as he raised his walking stick. “Elven keeper! In the name of Tyler Meredith, destroy every Pyrocrystal Cannon that had gone out of control without exception!”

He turned towards the edge of the city, but because his position wasn’t elevated and he couldn’t look downwards or see Eleena, whose face he longed to see once more.

Shaking his head in regret, the old man then drew out an old but exquisite key that had a special aesthetic to it.

He handed it to the shorter automaton which had been on standby beside him all along.

It nodded and left swiftly with the key.

“Eleena… grandchild, take it.”

Even as the old man watched his city being destroyed before his own eyes, there was relief even in his troubled look. “This is your grandfather’s last blessing to you!”