This was the second-grade enhanced sword aura skill. If Wylie had learned the first-grade version earlier, he would have missed out on this one.
The group consisting of Allan, Zoran, Kiley, and Irma quickly unleashed their long-range attacks while maintaining a distance of at least 100 meters from Jarred.
Additionally, Yosef was fervently directing his team to fire relentlessly at the horde of undead. The apocalyptic conditions were so brutal that they were forced to train new recruits right on the battlefield.
Sure enough, Jarred's audacious actions caught the attention of the enemy behind the scenes. It let out a mournful cry filled with rage:
F2 struggled desperately to break free from the chains, but the tightening grip only grew stronger, causing it to let out a piercing, agonized scream. In its blood-red eyes, it saw the dark end of a black rod, bearing a crimson skull emblem.The rod grew larger and larger, closing in.Boom!Jarred's strike landed squarely on the spot where F2 was bound, sending chunks of flesh and stone flying in all directions like a grenade explosion. Jarred’s heart sank as he quickly leaped back, his body glowing with a brilliant golden light.Burst Force.The strike had only hit the tattered outer skin of the creature; the real body had escaped.As soon as Jarred activated his Burst Force, he sensed the danger and instinctively ducked.Whoosh!A sharp claw, glowing with a fierce purple light, swiped just over his head. If he hadn’t dodged in time, it would have been fatal.Having missed its target, F2 quickly retreated, the ground cracking beneath its feet as it did so. Jarred, now in his enhanced
Its entire body emitted a dense black aura, its eyes cold and bloodthirsty as they locked onto its opponent.But its opponent was already far away on Whispering Avenue.Jarred felt a mix of intense anger and helpless, bitter laughter as he activated his jet boots once again, propelling himself to flee even faster.He had brought this upon himself. His strength was too high, creating a massive recoil that his base defense couldn't handle. After all, he was just a level 12 human, and his stats couldn't compare to those monsters.If he kept punching, he might end up killing himself."Once I get the Warrior class and acquire the recoil skill, I can fight it head-on."Jarred's desire to complete the novice quest grew even stronger. Without the warrior class, he felt completely constrained.Seeing Jarred retreat, Wylie, Yosef, and the others naturally had no interest in continuing the fight. They all quickly climbed into their high-speed jeeps and fled the battlefield via different routes,
At this point, even if Memphis were given dozens of skill books, hundreds of guns, and thousands of rounds of ammunition, he wouldn’t be able to utilize them all. Even after learning the skills, he wouldn't have enough potential points to use them. When he picked up a gun, he could barely hit a target. As for the 12.7mm heavy machine guns and RPG-7 anti-tank launchers, he had never even touched them before, leaving them to gather dust. He couldn’t even drive a car, let alone an armored vehicle.Not to mention, if you gave him 10 mutated chili peppers, he wouldn’t know what to do with them either. There was no time to care for them, nor to drag zombie corpses back to feed them.In short, while he had become considerably strong, surviving the apocalypse alone was out of the question. Achieving his goals without relying on others was impossible. This was no longer just a mission; it was a necessary progression.Setting the issue aside, he reached into his backpack and pulled out a level
Without hesitation, Memphis activated the skill book, letting it dissolve into a translucent light that enveloped him.This must be a skill from the "Magician" profession, an incredibly unique skill.In a one-on-one battle, Memphis could use this skill to reduce his opponent's hostility, or even deceive them, creating an unexpected advantage. However, this skill only affects one target at a time, at least as it currently stands without any enhancements.If he dared to charge into a sea of thousands of corpses, there would still be 9,999 zombies ready to tear him apart, and the one remaining likely wouldn't shed any tears.The system's method for dropping monster skills always follows certain principles: the skills that drop will either counter the monster or grant the same abilities as the monster.The "We Are Friends" skill is a bit of a mix of both categories. It counters the mindlessness of brute strength, while also providing a "similar to monsters" ability in the literal sense.W
Memphis didn’t respond, only thinking to her.'Big chest, scaredy-cat. Worry about yourself.'With that thought, he turned and jumped out the window, moving swiftly through the buildings, passing through the second and first defense lines, and approaching the outskirts of the zombie horde.Watching Memphis’s retreating figure, Wallflower’s face flushed with anger, and she had an urge to raise her gun and shoot a few rounds at him.“Damn scoundrel.”Memphis crossed the first defense line, now only about 700 meters away from the zombie horde. This meant that in just over an hour, the battle would officially begin.He snapped his fingers, and a 2.5-meter-tall ice zombie slowly formed and then started lumbering off into the distance. Memphis followed, steadily advancing toward the zombie horde.The plan was simple: cause some disruption and apply pressure, not to fully engage in battle. Creating a few ice zombies to distract and appear weaker was enough. As for how many zombies they could
Just a moment ago, the F1 zombie had narrowly dodged a fatal attack by contorting its body in a bizarre way. But Memphis was certain that if Wallflower were given another chance to shoot freely, she would have wiped out all three of those evolved zombies.She was terrifying—far superior not only to Kathy but to anyone else around.As expected, when faced with such a significant threat, a mournful wail suddenly echoed from somewhere far off in the direction of Sunset Boulevard:"Oeeeeee..."Memphis's heart sank as he heard the sorrowful cry. The hidden enemy had unleashed a deadly targeting move, signaling imminent danger.According to the original plan, he was supposed to be the one drawing the attention of the hidden threat, allowing Wallflower to snipe in peace. But now, she had become the standout, and the hidden enemy's targeting cry had locked onto her instead.One full-force hit from it would surely knock out Wallflower, who was only a level 5 Transcendent.In a split-second dec
More than a minute later, Wallflower slowly asked:"What do you want?"Memphis smiled slightly and replied:"I want to borrow this equipment from you for a day."Wallflower immediately nodded in agreement:"Fine, you can borrow it."So straightforward.When two smart people talk, it’s always that easy.Memphis stepped forward and took the cloak from Wallflower's hand, and immediately, a mechanical voice devoid of any emotion echoed in his mind."Ding! Level 4 Protective Cloak. Attributes: +3 to all stats. Enhancement Skill: Shield. When taking damage exceeding 30 points of defense, automatically increases defense by 45 points for 60 seconds. Cooldown: 8 hours per charge. Maximum accumulation of 3 charges. The equipment is immune to dirt and can transform into any appearance.""So... powerful..."Memphis couldn’t help but mutter in amazement.This piece of equipment was essentially a true turtle shell. Jarred’s third-tier skill, Transmutation Of The Hermit, after three rounds of enhanc
Seeing that she still had a wary look in her eyes, he took three more steps back until he was at the door, then opened it and said casually:"Miss Wallflower, there was once a monk who was asked, 'Master, when you see a beautiful woman, do you feel attracted? Do you feel moved?' Do you know how the monk replied?""The monk said, 'I am a man, and of course, I like beautiful women. When I see a beautiful woman, I do feel attracted. But while I may feel attracted, I do not act on it. I think, but I do not act.'""Miss Wallflower, I am not a monk, nor a saint. When I see you, of course, I have dark thoughts—it's human nature... But I control both my thoughts and my actions. I have not done anything disrespectful or dark towards you. Even when you read my mind, you found no such thoughts. I do not act. So, what more can I do to prove my innocence?"Memphis had already stepped out into the hallway, leaving Wallflower half-lying, half-sitting on the bed in the small room.He smirked and cont