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Chapter 139

SoulDemon

Level 40

Phantom Blade

Normally when James saw a party leader, it was usually the tank, the healer, or a ranged dps. This time around though, the party's obvious leader, was a melee class. Not only that, he seemed to be a melee dps that almost didn't even need his other party members. Of course, when you were level 40 and had access to up to three subclasses worth of boosts and skills, well it kind of helped boost your power.

James had never heard of a Phantom Blade. It didn't pull up on the normal skill tress that's the developers had released within DCO, meaning this class was a unique or secret class. Which also meant, he also had an even greater edge on the other players. Because from what James knew of secret and unique classes, they often came with really strong abilities, except for maybe acupuncturist, James had yet to see Gno-More do much with that class.

”Oh, I bet he feels special.” Rue was watching the carnage take place in the swamp as well, her earlier indignation about James cutting her off gone. The party of 5 was walking calmly through the swamp, not even attempting to make their way onto the wooden paths and were killing everything in their paths.

This was likely in part due to the fact that one of the level 39s was a Trapper, a subclass chosen at level 30 by someone who was already a rogue. The trapper had a passive that could alert them to any trap that was a lower level than they were. The way the game treated traps was that they were equal to the level of the highest basic mob per level. Mimics, of course, were treated as their appropriate level. Which meant the traps James had on his third floor were all currently level 34, while his mimics were level 75. So, other than the mimics, the Trap expert was guaranteed to be able to locate and disable any and every trap the party came across.

The group's other level 39 player was their tank. He was currently walking in the middle of the party, with a massive wall of shields floating around him, and his party. The ability, shield wall, had a 30foot radius, and created magical shields that would constantly fly around the tank and protect anything within it from attacks with a 50% chance. The class able to use such an ability, was called a Centurion. Of course, the shields that were summoned by the ability took on the same shape and color as the shield the user was wearing, meaning the Centurion, whose name was SpinToWin, had half a dozen rainbow colored jawbreaker shields floating around the group.

Between SpinToWin's defensive ability and the detection skills of the trapper named Crikey, they didn't have to worry about triggering any traps or getting ambushed. Which meant the other two members of the party, a Chaotic Sorcerer and High Cleric of Light, had nothing to fear. The Chaotic Sorcerer was simply launching colorful and crazy looking spells left and right, while the High Cleric kept an eye on his party members' health bars and statuses to cleanse any debuff or stun the Funky Monkey's or any of James's other mobs could launch.

Meanwhile, SoulDemon moved soundlessly atop the freaking swamp waters. His form seemed to almost lose its substance as he moved, making his image, while still extremely colorful, fade in and out. If you looked at him the few times he paused, it was almost as if there were merely a memory of some form there, as he nearly became completely invisible. In his hands, he wielded a dagger and sword, both made out of a white and red striped candy James figured was a candy cane. However, the weapons also seemed to fade, and at the faintest movement or gust of air, they blurred and seemed to dissipate.