My Passive Skills are Invincible! Chapter 142

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Even though these players had never come into direct contact with Mike.

They still read the forums and knew some news.

Legend had it that there was a player in the human camp who was so powerful that it was beyond the imagination of ordinary players.

No one knew what his innate skill was!

However, everyone knew that he was an existence that could not be trifled with.

This person was God Slayer!

Moreover, now, this person had appeared in front of them.

Such an overwhelming strength was definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary players.

For a moment, everyone's movements slowed down.

Though they soon sped up their movements again.

So what if God Slayer was strong?

At most, he would kill me once?

I came here to pick up the equipment. If I die, I die!

Although in their original plan, their own soldiers should have killed a large number of human soldiers, and then they would come and pick up the equipment.

However, now, their own soldiers had been killed and some had thrown away their armor as they escaped…

But, so what?

It was just money, there was no difference.

As for factions, races, and nations, none of these bothered them.

Even if the Trolls and Dwarves were completely wiped out, it did not matter. After all, this was the new region.

Once they reached the big region, everything would return to normal.

Having understood this, they knew what they had to do.

They had to ignore God Slayer's attacks and use the time to pick up the equipment.

If they could pick up more, they would earn more!

This was probably the only time in their lives that they agreed with the truth that time was money.

However, just as they were frantically picking up the equipment, a large amount of white light suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

That was right, a large number of Troll and Dwarf players turned into white light and disappeared!

The players in Second World and NPCs all knew what it meant when a white light appeared on a player's body and disappeared.

It meant that these adventurers were dead.

However, they did not see any attacks at all.

They did not see any physical or magic attacks.

No, they did not even see God Slayer make a move. He just stood there and said one sentence.

At this moment, all the human soldiers understood what terror was.

No wonder the king gave up attacking the Bandit Alliance the moment he saw God Slayer.

No wonder so many players immediately fled at the sight of God Slayer.

To be able to kill someone just by standing there, who would dare to provoke such a god-like existence?

Mike still stood where he was, said nothing, did nothing.

This was because he had a special skill, Shadow Strike.

The Shadow Strike skill, which had been passively enhanced by his god-tier skill, allowed him to maintain the buff of “no attack movements and unavoidable” for his attacks.

That was why he could stand where he was and kill a large number of players without doing anything.

The white light continued to appear, and almost the entire Hamina Basin was illuminated.

In just ten seconds, the Troll and Dwarf players had all disappeared.

Only the NPC soldiers that were a certain distance away were still fleeing.

Seeing this scene, all the human soldiers gulped.

Too strong…

There were tens of thousands of adventurers, and one could not see the end of them.

However, in front of God Slayer, they could not even last ten seconds.

Their deaths did not even exchange for a single move from God Slayer.

Was this strength really something that humans could achieve?

All the soldiers looked at Mike in a daze.

Mike glanced at the soldiers in the distance but did not order the bandits to chase after them.

After he came into contact with Kordontimus, he gradually shifted his mindset.

If it was not necessary, he would choose not to do anything.

Players could resurrect after they died, so what if they were killed? Who asked them to covet their spoils of war.

As for the native NPCs, he would spare their lives if he could.

After all, if they died, they would actually be dead.

In the past, from a player's point of view, Mike had never once considered such matters.

To players, NPCs and monsters were just a bunch of data.

Even gods were just a bunch of more powerful data.

Though now, Mike had a slightly different view.

They may really be a bunch of data.

However, they had their own thoughts and experiences.

They had all the memories from birth to death.

Even if they might have been affected by some kind of supreme will.

One still had to admit, they were no different from being “alive.”

At least in Second World, they were living beings.

Finally, Mike glanced at the bandits and said calmly,

“Go clean up the battlefield and take back the spoils of war.”

Hearing this, one of the bandit leaders finally reacted.

He pointed at the fleeing enemy soldiers and asked anxiously,

“Aren't we going to chase after them?”

The other bandits agreed with his idea.

To the bandits, these enemies were walking trophies. How could they let them go?

However, Mike only shook his head slightly and said,

“Forget it, let them go.”

With that, he turned around and left.

The bandits looked at each other and finally gave up on chasing after them.

They were reluctant to part with the spoils of war, but they did not dare to disobey their boss's orders.

“Since boss has said so, brothers, let's start cleaning the battlefield.”

The bald, shirtless bandit leader said.

All the bandits raised their weapons and cheered, celebrating their victory.

Just as they were about to start cleaning the battlefield, the Deputy Commander of the Royal Guards, Lucious, took the initiative to walk over and said in a flattering manner,

“Leave the work of cleaning up the battlefield to us. What do you think?”

Hearing this, all the bandits stared at him, their bodies emitting a murderous aura.

This kid actually wanted to snatch the spoils of war from the bandits?

Wasn't he courting death?

Forget about you being the bullshit deputy commander, even if you were the king, if you dared to snatch the profits from them, they would definitely immediately turn hostile.

Other than their boss, God Slayer, no one else could make them give up their benefits, not even a single cent!

Sensing the hostility from these bandits, Lucious's body trembled and he quickly waved his hand.

“No, no, no, you must have misunderstood.

“What I mean is that we will take over the cleaning of the battlefield, but we will not participate in the distribution of the spoils of war.

“What do you think?”

Hearing this, the bandits' expressions eased up a little.

However, the shirtless bald man still waved his hand impatiently.

“Scram. We don't need your help in cleaning up the spoils of war.”

To the bandits, no one could be trusted in matters related to benefits, except for God Slayer.

Of course, it was better to clean up the battlefield on their own.

What if a few of these soldiers secretly hid the spoils of war?

Who could say for sure?

The soldiers were dumbfounded as they watched the bandits clean up the battlefield while looking at them vigilantly. They sighed one after another.

They just wanted to please them, but they did not expect it to be so difficult.

It seemed that life in the military camp would not be so easy in the future.

The bandits in the Hamina Basin were busy.

Meanwhile, the players from the Trolls and Dwarves caused a huge uproar.

The players who died on the battlefield were surprised to find out something.

They did not lose 10% of their experience points, but 1 whole level!

What surprised them more was that all of their gold coins were gone!

Damn it!

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