bookrebus Chapter 646 Crushing
Chapter 646 Crushing
His health bar dropped from full to zero, and his body slumped down, his finger still pressed on the hotkey for the healing spell.
"There's an assassin—" The second healer only managed to utter three words before his voice trailed off.
Ash's dagger pierced the back of his neck, the tip emerging from his throat.
One fatal blow.
It's not a skill, it's just a basic attack.
However, his basic attacks, with the added bonus of [Lethal Tempo], deal more damage than most people's skills.
The third healer turned to run away, but Ash did not chase after him.
He swung a throwing knife with his backhand, accurately embedding it in the treatment vest.
The patient fell to the ground, slid two or three meters away, leaving a long trail of blood.
three seconds.
Three treatments.
The ashes did not stop.
His gaze locked onto the fourth healer—a female mage who was gathering a ball of healing energy in her hand, but hadn't had a chance to cast it yet.
The ashes rushed over.
The female mage saw him.
Her eyes widened, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints.
Her instinct was to cast the healing spell, even if it landed on herself.
But it was too late.
Ash's dagger was already at her neck.
Just then, a spear thrust at them from the side.
Li Rui.
He didn't charge with the tanks; instead, he stayed in the back.
He wasn't the healer, but his duty was to protect the healers—a task Gao Qing had assigned him before the war.
Each tank has its own fixed partner, and Li Rui's partner is that female mage.
"Let her go!" Li Rui roared, thrusting his spear straight into Ash's temple.
Ash turned his head, and a spear flew past his ear.
He released the female mage, turned his body, and swung the short knife upwards, aiming straight for Li Rui's abdomen.
Li Rui parried with his spear, the tip of his blade sparking as it scraped against the spear shaft. He jumped back a step to create distance, then thrust his spear forward again.
This time, the spear comes with special skill effects.
Li Rui's talent is [Raging Strike] - each critical hit adds a layer of damage bonus.
He had already stacked seven layers when he attacked the intermediate guard. Although the number of layers started to decrease after he stopped attacking, he still has three layers left.
The three-layer damage bonus is enough to increase his attack power by 30%.
The spear pierced Ash's chest with astonishing speed.
The ashes did not hide.
He raised his left hand and clamped the spear tip between his arms.
Li Rui was stunned.
He tried to pull back the spear, but the tip was as if it were clamped in iron clamps and wouldn't budge.
"Power...is that much of a difference?"
Li Rui couldn't believe it.
He is a warrior, and his primary attribute is strength.
Ash is an assassin whose main attribute is agility.
Logically speaking, an assassin's strength cannot be greater than that of a warrior.
But the difference in levels is there.
Level 46 versus Level 37, a difference of nine levels.
A nine-level attribute gap cannot be bridged by talent alone.
Ash looked at Li Rui, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Commendable courage."
Then his right-hand dagger slashed across Li Rui's neck.
Li Rui's health bar instantly dropped to zero.
He stared wide-eyed, then slowly knelt down, the spear slipping from his hand and falling to the ground with a dull thud.
The female mage screamed, then was taken away by Ash with a single strike.
Four treatments, all wiped out.
The fighting in the front ranks was even more brutal.
Gao Qing led ten tanks into the Three-Eyed Clan's formation, shields clashing against shields, blades colliding against blades.
But it only lasted for less than five seconds.
The twenty members of the Three-Eyed Clan had an average level of 45. Meanwhile, the tanks of the Iron Flag Guild had an average level of 37.
Eight levels below.
The first tank to fall was named Wang Lei.
He was one of the main tanks of the Iron Banner Guild. His shield skill [Iron Wall] was activated for less than two seconds before he was simultaneously targeted by three three-eyed warriors.
The first strike breaks the shield, the second strike reduces health by half, and the third strike instantly kills the target.
Wang Lei didn't even have time to shout before he turned into a white light.
The second tank to fall was named Zhao Gang.
He lasted one second longer than Wang Lei—because he activated his ultimate skill, [Indestructible Vajra], reducing damage by 80%.
But when the Three-Eyed Clan warriors saw him unleash his ultimate attack, they immediately switched their focus to other tanks.
After his ultimate skill ended, an assassin stabbed him in the back and took him down instantly.
"Zhao Gang is down!" someone shouted in the team chat.
Gao Qing heard it, but did not turn around.
He cannot turn back.
There were three three-eyed warriors in front of him, each at least five levels higher than him.
Sparks flew as his shield was struck, his sword was chipped, and his arm was numb from the impact.
But he cannot back down.
If he retreats, the DPS and healers behind him will be completely exposed.
"Tanks, hold the line with me! DPS and healers, retreat!" Gao Qing shouted in the team chat.
The remaining eight tanks gritted their teeth and held their ground.
The DPS classes began to retreat. The healers followed suit—but they soon discovered that the healers were gone.
"Guild leader, all the healers are dead!" a DPS player shouted, his voice filled with despair.
Gao Qing's heart sank.
Without treatment, the tank is just a sitting duck.
The third tank fell down.
The fourth tank collapsed.
The fifth tank also collapsed.
Within ten seconds, five out of ten tanks collapsed.
Gao Qing's left arm was slashed, and his health bar dropped by a third.
He had been stabbed in the right leg, reducing his movement speed by 20%. His shield was covered in knife marks and was almost shattered.
But he's still holding on.
"Run!" Gao Qing shouted, "Everyone run! Don't look back!"
The remaining damage-dealing classes began to scatter and flee.
Some ran east, some ran west, and some ran south.
There was no unified retreat direction, no organization, no formation—it was just pure running.
We'll take as many as we can.
Ash stood in the center of the battlefield, watching the Iron Banner Guild members scatter and flee, but did not give chase.
It's not that we can't catch up, it's that there's no need.
Even if twenty people catch up with thirty, it will still take a lot of time.
Moreover, these people are unlikely to have any Mist Spirits on them—their main force is fighting mid-level guards, and these runaway lone wolves only have one or two low-level ones at most, which are worthless.
More importantly, the ten men he left behind should have already finished off the intermediate guards.
They'll catch up soon, then we can split up and chase them.
Ash wiped the blood off his knife and looked at Gao Qing.
Gao Qing was still standing.
His shield was shattered, his sword was broken, his body was covered in wounds, and his health bar had less than 10% remaining.
But he remained standing, blocking Ash's path as he tried to catch up with the fleeing team members.
"Your teammates have all run away," Ash said. "What are you still standing here for?"
Gao Qing remained silent.
He planted his broken sword in the ground, propped himself up with the remains of his shield, and looked at the ashes.
His eyes were calm.
"I'm the president," Gao Qing said. "The president can't run away."
Ash looked at him and remained silent for two seconds.
Then he nodded.
"it is good."
He stepped forward and plunged a knife into Gao Qing's chest.