Four Split Personalities

The two Resonance Towers were supposed to restart after a brief downpour, establishing a separate connection around Tower One while the Spellsingers continued to maintain the clouds and then quickly launch the next spell, but unexpectedly Tower Three malfunctioned at this critical moment. Despite the ten-odd layers of the simple Demon Gathering Array still working steadily, the crucial Magic Adjustor was damaged.

Luckily, Bellia, who was responsible for calibrating Tower Three, hadn’t yet forced herself into ’overload’ when she received a spare adjustor thrown up to her by her mentor from below the tower. Although her long golden hair, now in big waves, was beyond saving, she managed to resonate with Tower Two again without paying too high a price.

There was still time!

...

Game Time AM12:14

Plop!

A young Shaman stumbled and fell onto the platform, his thick golden halo instantly dissolving into the air. At the same time, an Earth-binding Totem at the mouth of the gorge crumbled into a pile of broken wood chips, no longer able to restrain anything.

Nearly a hundred unrestrained Mutants roared loudly as they tried to push forward, but they struggled to advance through the densely packed companions ahead and seemed unable to break free from this ’marsh’ quickly.

But it was only a matter of time—if nothing changed, the other Shamans still struggling to maintain their power wouldn’t last much longer!

"Not ready yet..."

Tirio Wind Rage gritted his teeth as he mutteringly struggled, while desperately praising his ancestors and the spirits of the earth in his heart. He uncorked and guzzled his fourth Mana Potion with one hand, to little avail.

Watching his Magic Points lazily jump from 7% to 21%, then quickly slide down to 18%, Wind Rage glanced back at the three ’Mage Towers’ radiating poverty for the third time, then excitedly noticed that two of them, which had survived the downpour, suddenly lit up at the tops!

In an instant, all the Shamans present lost control of their totems, and a few of the highly devout middle-aged and elderly people even discovered, to their horror, that they could no longer sense the spirit of the earth!

Because the earth was boiling without warning!

The Marsh Technique, cast by a hundred and eighty-odd Low Rank Mages, completely overturned the land, easily stirring the soil that had just been washed by the rain into a messy, patternless depression!

Many of the Mutants who had just escaped the Earth-binding Totem had not had a chance to rejoice before they fell straight into this man-made swamp, unable to take even half a step no matter how they struggled.

[They did it!]

Suppressing the wild joy in his heart, Wind Rage casually pulled out his high-quality stone hammer from his waist and raised it high over his head, roaring aloud, "Spirit of lightning, hear my call, and bring ruthless justice to these desecrating beings!"

"Spirit of lightning, hear my call..."

Angry roars echoed from all directions, including the young man who had fallen down earlier due to Magic Points exhaustion, all the Shamans standing on either side of the gorge raised their weapons or hands high, their eyes blazing as they stared at the monsters deep in the marsh!

The next moment, Bellia, who had been continuously monitoring the mountain pass with the Eye of the Mage, exclaimed and fell to the ground, rolling in pain, "It’s blinding ahhh!!"

Below the dark clouds, lightning fell like rain; hundreds of electric lights wrapped in bright purple sparks thundered down, turning the marsh area with over a thousand monsters trapped inside into a lightning jungle, fiercely pouring nature’s power onto the Mutants and spreading to every wet surface on their bodies. Tens of lightning bolts even expanded through the thin mist of moisture in the air, aggressively catapulting towards the Undead creatures close by!

Boom!!

And only then did that belated, thunderous boom that seemed like a fusion of countless roars rise solemnly from behind the clouds.

Lightning Arrow, Exploding Thunder Shock, Chain Lightning, Furious Thunder Totem, Chain Lightning, Cross Lightning, Thunder Blast, Thunderstorm...

Countless known and unknown forces of thunder descended from the sky, indiscriminately bombarding everything beneath the clouds, even merging halfway through the air, turning into pillars of lightning over two meters in diameter that continually thundered down, turning many Mutants into charred remains that could not rise again, merging with the marsh.

Although it had nothing to do with combined casting and was merely a matter of recklessly bombarding the enemy with the most practiced spells, these Shaman Priests still managed to produce a force greater than the sum of its parts, creating a storm with destruction as its theme using their dwindling Magic Power.

By game time AM 12:17, Misha County’s joint forces, the "Shaman Independent Group" and the "Combined Casting Group," had intercepted a total of 11,200 mutants at the entrance of the Hodir Mountain Path for a full ten minutes, eliminating over 1,500 enemies with zero casualties.

The drum beats echoing throughout the mountain path had ceased. Including the continuous victories reported earlier, two successive pieces of good news had the warriors’ blood boiling and morale at its peak.

"Great work, everyone!"

A slender figure nimbly scaled the rock wall and settled beside Tirio Wind Rage on the platform, a green-cloaked girl with a heavy crossbow slung over her back casually tearing an Amplification Scroll, her crisp voice announcing, "Please immediately retreat to the first interception zone for rest; we’ll take over the rest of the work!"

At the same time, nearly a hundred swift figures also appeared on both sides of the ravine entrance. Each was equipped with a nearly two-meter-long folding heavy crossbow, holding longbows or daggers, distributing themselves with practiced precision on the top two platforms to the north. Upon reaching their designated positions, they set the heavy crossbows on the ground, gasping for breath, and quickly assembled various small parts with the expertise of seasoned engineers.

Because they had indeed practiced countless times, both the handover with the Shaman Independent Group and the on-site assembly of the Screamer β had become second nature.

Game time AM 12:19, Misha County’s joint forces, the "Screamer Guerrillas," entered the scene.

"Tough job, little Rob," Tirio Wind Rage smiled at Robin Weld, with whom he had completed several missions. While carefully climbing down the ladder along the edge of the platform, he asked with concern, "By the way, how is my wife..."

Robin Weld, serving as the first squadron leader of the guerrillas, had just performed what is known as the [Diagonal•45° Elbow Fix] (PS: Not a skill) on the crossbow in front of her, making its jammed base smooth again. She laughed heartily upon hearing him, "Grape sis is sharpening her blades in the second interception zone. Her request to join the first combat sequence was rejected, and she seems a bit upset. If you hurry, Uncle Wind Rage, you might still have time to say a few words of comfort before the next sortie."

"Phew, it’s good that it was rejected. That wife of mine, just hit level 20 with a mix of blue and green gear and wanted to join the first combat sequence, she must be crazy. Also..."

Tirio Wind Rage coughed, curling his lips as he complained, "We’re a married couple, why is it that you call her Grape sis and me Uncle?"

"Oops!"

Robin Weld suddenly kicked out, straightening a bearing on the heavy crossbow, then cocked her head and gave Wind Rage a sidelong glance, "Then I’ll start calling her Aunt Grape, and say it was you who asked me to."

Then Wind Rage shuddered and fell off the ladder, shouting to the spirit of the wind to lighten his fall before yelling out loud, "Don’t you dare!"

After that, he thudded to the ground with a slap.

"Haha, foolish henpecked husband, trying to compete with me!"

Robin Weld planted her foot on the base of the heavy crossbow, cheerfully whistling, then glanced at the system time. After mentally counting to five, she drew her small hand crossbow from her waist and shot the only crossbow arrow into the sky.

Whoosh~!

A dazzling burst of red smoke exploded in the air.

The next instant, the mutants still trudging through the marsh were met with their third shower of the day...

After torrential rain and thunderstorms, came—a rain of arrows!

([Screamer γ•Holy Silver Arrow] + [Multiple Shots]) * 94

Chapter 433: The End