I Am the God of Games Chapter 338

Chapter 338 It's Over, There's No Winning This Time

While the colossal tortoise that carried an entire story seemed to move very slowly, the world seemed to quake each step it took. Even if a person wasn't directly stomped, the waves it kicked up was enough to send them flying

The situation was therefore exceedingly horrible for the weaker Players. Half of their HP would disappear if they got just a little to close, and they would be gone with the slightest of knock or brush.

Likewise, they couldn't inflict effective damage if they kept their distance. Setting aside the city of Crookes that was the tortoise's shell, the beast's four feet had such high defense that the Players would only deal a -1-mandatory damage, and it was simply unfazed even with almost a hundred Players focusing their firepower.

The skies had also dimmed, laden with thick and heavy clouds of gloom that appeared bent on crushing everything on the ground. Dust and smoke were billowing in every direction, followed by the refugees' screams of heartbreak over lost kin-even so, the tortoise colossus was unmoved, and continued lifting its sky-pillar feet as it continued forward like a moving disaster.

The entire scene was filled with dull grayness, overflowing with the scents of despair and destruction.

Or that was how was supposed to be, until the second wave of Players arrived with the wood elf elders sent here from Trinia.

And amongst them were Mufasa, first-rate Player and champion of the Twin City Cup tourney who escorted the wood elf elders all the way here from Trinia!

Amidst the scenes of extreme tragedy and oppression, though the pink flatfish head was no blossoming flower, it at least cut short everyone's mood which had been spiraling downward.

Whether the gales kicked up by the tortoise colossus was too violent or Xi Wei's modeling had a bug from his faraway divine kingdom, the fins over Mufasa's pink flatfish head mask looked like it was having a stroke. In fact, each of the fines were flapping so vigorously the whole fish seemed to have come to life.

Even if the sight before them was as profound as it was solemn, the other players who just arrived couldn't help turning their eyes to Mufasa and not the Boss they would face.

And perhaps Edward had been imagining it, as the scene degraded into sheer silliness, the undead high elf who had never so much as glanced sideways after so long couldn't resist glancing down at the pink flatfish too.

“I had already caught sight of it from the distance, but it's still a little profound when I saw it directly.”

Mufasa himself seemed to have not noticed the flapping fins or that he had become the center of attention. He simply held a hand over his eyes as he looked up at the tortoise colossus while murmuring in awe.

It was worth mentioning here that Kengyoku Swordmasters had an advantage against massive, slow-moving creatures such as three to five-meter tall titans, just as they could cut off the nape of ten to twenty-meter tall titans. However, that advantage revolved around the target not being rule-breaking in size.

So, with each leg of the tortoise being more than a hundred and fifty meters thick, any bladed weapons would be deflected without hope of cutting through the defense.

Moreover, each single movement of such a colossal creature was an AoE attack on its own, which made it a worse nightmare for Kengyoku-try deflecting or parrying when each step bore down a hundred thousand-ton worth of kinetic energy on the ground!

That said, there were Players who tried suplex on the colossus. It just might work against a normal giant tortoise, but this thing was a legacy of the high elves and was shrouded with the protection of Mystery. And given that Mystery was basically a divine power, it kept the colossus very much immune against Rules, with Xi Wei's Rule of Skill being not strong enough to be effective.

“Luna protect us… it really is an undead high elf…”

The wood elf elders who had been swanking about on their way here had all become crestfallen when they saw the undead elf standing atop the tortoise colossus's head, and appear very much spooked. That certainly made sense, because high elves were the ancestors of every tribe of elf in the present day whom they held with pride. After all, not every race in this world could achieve such solidarity and almost achieve racial transcendence.

It was therefore definitely shocking to see their ancestor appear before their eyes as a zombie

That feeling was like some normal Chinaman suddenly finding a zombified Qin Shihuang on their doorstep one day, asking for 648 bucks[1] as capital to revive his dynasty. And being the oldest generation of wood elves, the wood elf elders revered the high elves as much as they held humans in disdain. It was an attitude inscribed into their marrow far deeper and unchangeable compared to younger wood elves.

Even so.

“Retreat if you can't be of help! This isn't a fight you can join in!”.

Mufasa cried out even as he drew his sword while gesturing for the wood elf elders to back down.

The elven elders' face turned into a mixture of green and red but remained speechless, which certainly pleased Mufasa inwardly since he had enough of those old bones' mockery throughout their journey here. In truth, the wood elf elders might prove to be considerably stronger than the average first-rate Player in ability alone. However, unlike the Players, their ability to flight drops with the slightest injuries, just as they would be rendered defenseless if they were struck on any vital point.

The Players were much better in comparison. Not only were their will to fight much durable, they would take the most grievous injuries in their stride without being reduced much in their fighting ability.

As such, despite their dislike of humans, the wood elf elders wouldn't deny they were qualified warriors, and it wasn't as if their dominance over the continent had no other reason other than the gods' blessings.

That said, the truth was that the Players whom they were observing should not be used as a reference. The reason humans had claimed dominance over most of the continent was really because of the gods' biased affections.

Mufasa watched as Edward arrived in his black dragon, and was about to ask him about how things were at the moment.

But given that they were pressed for time, questions must be chosen carefully.

Nonetheless, Mufasa needed but a moment to decide on the one question that concerned him the most.

“How many times has Boss Marni died?”

“I don't think he has,” Edward replied. “I've even seen him having a good time running around over there just now.”

“It's over.” Mufasa's spirit plummeted immediately. “There's no winning this time.”

Edward stared at the pink flatfish which eyes were still twitching between laughter and years, before forcing himself to tear his eyes away from the devilish fish scales as he turned to the elven elders. “It's rather sudden, but I have a question…”

[1] 648 yuan is the price for the most expensive gacha package in the mobile game Honor of Kings

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