Chapter 132 – The Seventh Floor (1/2)

Fatty could taste his bitterness with his tongue as anger and distress plagued him. Bully, at this rate, the game is just bullying him! This thing is already tough to fight, but it can even heal itself to boot. If this isn’t bullying, then what is?

Sacrificer was a hidden class originating from Priest. Not only did it have a powerful healing ability, but it also possessed an even stronger attack power. After filling up its health bar halfway, Dark Sacrificer Haggis once again set its sight on Fatty. It waved its staff and struck down with an electric bolt, wiping out a third of Fatty’s max health with paralysis as a bonus.

With Fatty being paralyzed, the Dark Sacrificer raised its staff to prepare for the next round of attacks.

Go! The instant the paralysis wore off, Fatty didn’t hesitate to cast his third and final use of Earth Wood Walk. He earthwalked to another corner of the hall, creating a reasonable distance between him and the Dark Sacrificer.

“Fight, or stop here?”

Fatty wavered between his choices. A boss like the Dark Sacrificer could only be encountered when the stars aligned, so he was unwilling to give up just like that. However, if he wanted to keep fighting, any tricks would be useless except for the reliable Thunderfire Power Bomb.

“Fight.”

After a long while, Fatty made his choice and was determined to kill this boss. As for the Undead Marshal, he would just ask Xiaoqian for a Thunderfire Power Bomb if worst came to worst. All of the money he made was for her sake anyway.

Fatty activated Stealth and crept toward the Dark Sacrificer. The latter only levitated for a short time before landing back amidst the protection of the summoned mobs.

After ten minutes passed, Wheat was summoned anew. The owner and the pet, one above and one underground, slowly advanced towards the Dark Sacrificer.

“Kah…”

A Gold Tier boss was clearly badass, with the Dark Sacrificer discovered Fatty before the latter could go near its body. With a wave of its hand, a lightning bolt struck down in the direction of Fatty.

Boom!

Fatty made a well-timed dodge, letting the lightning hit the ground, forming a deep hole.

“Die!” Fatty growled and tossed out the Thunderfire Power Bomb.

BOOM!

A loud, earth-shattering rumble sent the entire hall of the sixth floor trembling, with dirt and mud constantly falling from the ceiling. A deep hole appeared at the area of the explosion, a fiery red mushroom cloud puffing up from it. A heat wave spread in all directions and began to shave off the HP of all the mobs in its wake, to the point where it even affected mobs dozens of meters away from the initial explosion.

Fatty received the experience gained from mobs killed by the Thunderfire Power Bomb. Alongside the fiery wave, Fatty’s experience bar surged toward level 33.

“Ahh, do you guys feel something?”

On the fifth floor of Mass Graves, a player tracing the Phantom Messenger’s movements suddenly sensed a slight sway in the ground. He hurriedly informed his friends as he thought the Phantom Messenger had come out to cause chaos again.

“What? I don’t feel anything,” a friend next to him shook their head.

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“KAH… SQUEAAAAK…”

Miserable screams echoed from the Dark Sacrificer’s location. As the smoke gradually dispersed, the center of the vast crater revealed a black, badly scorched monster. What was left of its body was squirming in desperation. Initially, the boss only had half of its HP left. Somehow, it still didn’t die after getting hit by the Thunderfire Power Bomb head on. This boss was genuinely formidable.

Despite surviving the explosion, the Dark Sacrificer didn’t have much HP left. Since the area immediately surrounding the boss was cleared of mobs, Fatty had enough time to finish off the boss.

“Little sh*t, how are you gonna act all tough now?” Fatty nimbly walked to the Dark Sacrificer. Spinning the dagger twice with his fingers, he directly stabbed down. The longer this dragged out, the more unsettled he felt. It was still more important to kill the Undead Marshal anyway.

Crash! The Dark Sacrificer’s legs spasmed a little before it was finally dead, dropping a pile of items on the ground. Fatty reached out and grabbed a twinkling black light. A fist-sized egg-shaped object appeared in his hand.

Dark Sacrificer Pet Egg

“A human monster dropped a pet egg?” Fatty couldn’t help but turn his gaze to the remaining half of the Dark Sacrificer. Was this dude actually a female?

Fatty’s question was no longer verifiable since Dark Sacrificer Haggis was already dead and gone. Fatty didn’t waste time mulling over it either. His current problem was whether to hatch the Dark Sacrificer Egg instead or the Fire Cloud King Egg upon reaching level 40 according to his original plan.

Aside from the pet egg, only a violet staff could catch his eyes among the pile of equipment drops. The two gold equipment was just so-so.

Sacrificer’s Staff

Violet Weapon

Level requirement: 50

Attack: 90 – 105

END +20

INT +25

Passive: Increases the effect of healing skills by 20%

The Sacrificer’s Staff was a pretty good weapon with an okay attack. The passive effect was tailor-made for priests.

Whoosh!

A black soul floated up from the scorched remains of the Dark Sacrificer. Naturally, Fatty took it.

Deceased Soul – Dark Sacrificer