Chapter 216: Chapter 215: It Obviously Isn’t Me, Part III
Windsor Guard third floor Bristol Dungeon FOB…
Two male Windsor Guards were talking to each other while walking across the base.
“Are the three battalions properly prepared?” asked the higher-ranked Guard. This was Cedric, the base commander of the third floor FOB, now in charge of the makeshift regiment of 1,200 Windsor Guards.
“Yes, sir. We’ve split the men evenly into three battalions. 1st Battalion is currently on guard duty with 2nd Battalion on stand-by, and 3rd Battalion resting in the barracks,” replied Harrison. Harrison was the captain of the 67th hunting party, but was made vice-commander to assist Cedric. “But would Lee Jiwon really attack one of our FOBs?”
“Who knows? But we need to be careful. Lee Jiwon once wiped out close to three thousand soldiers on his own.”
“I know. He probably can’t do that all the time.” Anyone who had seen the Abu Dhabi guild battle knew that Lee Jiwon could not zip around battle and wipe out a large army on his own any time he wanted to. If he could, he wouldn’t have been nearly destroyed by the Reaper during their second bout.
“If he could, and still let himself get thrown around like that during the second duel, then he’s one sick bastard,” Cedric said, but he kept silent about one thing he had noticed during the guild battle. That first duel showcased Lee Jiwon’s normal combat abilities but even then, Lee Jiwon was a monster. That power nearly destroyed the Grim Reaper, forcing the Monarch to bring out his secret weapon very early in the battle.
Cedric was honestly annoyed with the fact that Lee Jiwon was now targeting the Windsor Guards. Ever since that battle was aired, not a single deva or deity wanted to outright antagonize Lee Jiwon, especially if there was a chance Lee Jiwon could willingly turn into the Hulk and lay waste whenever he wanted. In the back of his mind, he thought it would better to leave the dungeon.
-I swear, if the higher ups were responsible for this bullshit, I’m leaving this guild.-
Cedric rubbed his forehead in frustration and Harrison quietly followed him into the base’s main building. A grim silence soon washed over the base like the calm before the storm.
“Mana Conversion – Fire. Warrior’s Brave Spirit. Howl of the Wolf. Summon: Sand Warriors.”
==[Mana Conversion – Fire Level 5 has been activated.]==
==[Warrior’s Brave Spirit Level 2 has been activated.]==
==[Howl of the Wolf has been activated.]==
==[Two Sand Warriors have been Summoned.
The Sand Warriors have received 20% of their liege’s combat abilities.
The Sand Warriors will serve for the next 24 hours and when their HP reaches 0, they will return to the sand until they can be Summoned again.
You are currently within desert terrain. The Sand Warriors receive a 15% boost to their combat abilities.]==
The two pillars of sand in front of me began to rise about two meters high and took the form of spear-wielding warriors. I looked at them with pride. With 20% of my combat abilities, they were probably stronger than the average deva.
I hadn’t used them during my ambushes against the hunting parties since I didn’t really need them, but I did test them out against the monsters here in the dungeon. It was safe to say that I was more than satisfied with their power, especially since they had the 15% boost from being in a desert.
“I don’t need you two do much. Just do enough to scatter their forces,” I said as I commanded each one to the opposite sides of the base. I planned to send them in mid-battle.
“That’s it, then.” My battle preparations were complete and charged in. I didn’t need a specific plan or tactic. I just needed to crush whoever was in front of me and show them my power to make them regret ever crossing me.
“Judge’s Gavel!” I roared. It wasn’t an AoE skill that would help me take out more enemy soldiers at once, but it was a powerful skill nonetheless. It was enough to scare the enemy shitless.
“It’s Lee Jiwon!”
I heard the shouts come from guards above the giant solid gate and several devas turned towards me from atop the battlements, but I ignored them. My target was the gate. FOBs didn’t have giant, solid gates like that. It was obvious the gates were hastily put together because of me, to try and intimidate me so that I wouldn’t attack them, but it only made them a bigger target.
“I’m not Lee Jiwon, I’m Angry Duck!” I yelled as I split the five-meter high gate in two.
The soldiers of the Windsor Guard stared in shock as the gate fell before them. Splinters from the wood rained down all around us, leaving a second of silence before I jumped up to the battlements and attacked the guards up there. I had successfully intimidated them and now it was time to kill them all.
“Gah!” The guards could only scream in pain as they died in two hits from my merciless attacks.
“He’s…he’s broken through!”
“He’s at the right side of the broken gate! Get it together and form up!”
“Hold him off, 1st Battalion! Get 2nd and 3rd up here, now!”
Screams and orders were shouted in unison, and only I was calm during the chaos.
“Dancing Fire Sparks!”
Many soldiers quickly snapped to and tried to counter, but they all died like moths to the flame. The spells bounced off my body and my spear easily pierced through the tanks’ shield wall.
“Fuck! That damage…”
“Damn it, Lee Jiwon’s an Unrivaled deva! Debuffs don’t work on him! Focus on buffing the tanks instead!”
During the chaos, one Fire Mage noticed something was wrong. “Why do my fireballs seem smaller today?” The same Fire spells he cast day after day were noticeably smaller and seemed to inflict less damage than usual.
“You idiot! Check your Stats Menu. You’re going to see something that wasn’t there before.”
The Fire Mage quickly opened his Stats Menu at his comrade’s scolding and saw a debuff he had never seen before. His combat abilities and Stats were all lowered by 12%. “The King-Emperor’s Grand Dignity? What the fuck…?”
“Get it together! This is Lee Jiwon we’re dealing with!”
The Fire Mage had heard many things about Lee Jiwon and his power, but when he learned of this debuff, he could only think of how unfair this battle was.
“Gah!” I sprinted over the walls that were supposed to protect this base and cut down all of the devas in my sight, tank and dealers alike.
“Come forth, Sticky Roots!”
All of a sudden, a mass of roots emerged from the ground under my feet and snaked their way up my thigh, but as soon as I lifted my leg, they ripped apart.
“Fuck! What is with that STR of his? He just ripped through my Roots like paper!” a deva shouted from one side of the base, but I ignored him. I noticed another wave of soldiers emerge from the building next to him, and they were all bunched up.
“Blink 2.” I Blinked right next to the new group of devas and slammed my spear into the ground. “Fissure!”
The sand in front of me shot up into the air.
“Shit! I can’t see!”
An AoE skill doesn’t normally do the same amount of damage as a single target skill, but that all depends on who uses it. With my power, a simple AoE skill could inflict tremendous damage.
The sand had shot up about ten meters into the air and the screams of the soldiers that came from within the sand were soon silenced. When the sand came crashing down, all of the soldiers that had emerged from the building were gone.
“Fuck… what the fuck is this?”
Honestly, I was a bit surprised as well. I didn’t expect Fissure would actually kill more than a hundred devas at once. I remained still for a moment, but quickly turned my attention back to the devas out on the field.
I kept an eye out if there was someone I needed to use Altered Equality on, but it didn’t seem I would need to. They all fell like flies. The King-Emperor’s Grand Dignity and the occasional Powerful Shock and Bone-chilling Frostbite were enough to inflict considerable damage against these soldiers. I hadn’t even called in my Sand Warriors yet.
I couldn’t help but smile. Many people had praised me after the Abu Dhabi guild battle. To them, I was the one who killed the Reaper and wiped out an army nearly three thousand strong, but only I knew the truth. I couldn’t accept the praise because I knew I couldn’t do that on my own. But now, as I laid waste to the thousand-strong army before me, I knew that I was still the strongest.
“My God…” Cedric watched all this, his mouth gaping in horror. He knew that they should have just run. They should have just left the dungeon as fast as possible. There would be losses, but they would be minimal compared to losing an entire base.
Cedric knew that his men were fully prepared. They were all fully rested and were veterans of battle who knew to never let their guard down during times like this. They all moved expertly to try and slow Lee Jiwon down, but no amount of expert tactics or experience could do anything to Lee Jiwon.
“Twelve hundred soldiers are not enough, or we need someone as strong as the Monarchs on our side to even slow him down a little.” A thousand sheep could do nothing to a lone wolf. What they needed was a shepherd or a sheep dog to protect them from that wolf.
Cedric picked up his Comm Link and contacted his superiors, anxiously waiting for word.
“What has happened?” asked the guild officer.
Cedric calmly closed his eyes and took a deep breath before answering. It was obvious how this would end. “The base has fallen.”
“…” There was no answer for a moment. “I understand.”
That was it. There was no word of surrender yet. They had to save that as the utmost last resort.
Windsor Guard situation room…
“Tell N to hurry up and meet with Lee Jiwon.”
They needed to get the monster out of the Bristol Dungeon first before moving forward.