Chapter 342: Heirloom (1/2)

The Players didn’t know why the tortoise colossus was blowing up, but that was clearly good news for them.

After its HP had dropped by an entire notch, the monster had stopped in its tracks while the unusual patterns painted all over its body was flashing in red light like a siren light. “The God of Games protects us! Now, everybody! Charge!”

Thanks to his experience in many major battles, Mufasa was the first to recover, yelling as he raised his sword while everyone else was left stunned by the turn of events.

Even so, most of the Players still looked confused.

Simba, who had recovered as well thanks to Mufasa’s yell quickly noticed that. Still, an idea quickly came to his mind, and he raised his weapon like Mufasa did. “The Boss is stunned! It’s now or never-for the items!”

At his words, the Players recovered with a star, and began to charge with like a storm at the tortoise colossus that was rendered immobile!

Mufasa glanced at Simba, his flatfish eyes full of tenderness.

He was immeasurably pleased that the ordinary young refugee who he saved had grown so much.

Still, he only spent half a split second to be in awe before running ahead of the other Players.

And he wasn’t interested at all with the tortoise colossus-his real target was the undead elf which had hidden on the supermassive Boss’s head!

Regardless of whether that thing had been the one who summoned the tortoise colossus, it wouldn’t be a mistake to cut it down. Even if it wouldn’t work, he would at least prevent it from killing the other players in the same way it killed had Edward: getting frozen by its spell and then vaporized by Pyrocrystal Cannons.

Be that as it may, the undead elf seemed to realize that its colossus was malfunctioning as well. Even if the instincts carved in its DNA allowed it to continue controlling the model of the high elves’ Synchronized Intellect Nation (SIN), instincts remained no more instincts—there was no way it could have a tortoise colossus diagnostic and maintenance manual carved into its instincts.

And such was reality: after noticing that the tortoise colossus has stopped moving, the undead elf left its head and headed towards the core-naturally to reactivate it instead of repairing it.

It was an equipment anyway. It’s a glitch sixty percent of the time, and restarting it would fix it…

That was why it was gone from the colossus’s head by the time Mufasa reach it.

***

Meanwhile, Eleena had returned to the city of Crookes above the colossus’s back.

To be precise, it was what was left of Crookes -over half of the buildings had crumbled from the explosion just now, and what was left were partially crumbling in the aftershock of the blast.

The ruins were filled with the sounds of fires blazing against the wind, cracking as they devoured the wood of houses.

Human sounds, however, were non-existent.

Even though Simba and did their best to evacuate most citizens, there should have been over ten thousand people who had yet to escape the city. Now that only the sounds of fire and wind could be heard while human voices were the only thing missing, there was only one cruel truth.

The citizens who couldn’t make it in time were all dead.