Novel Lived
Chapter 651 Marked Target
Villain Ch 651. Marked Target
Father^Alex's emotions churned within him, a mixture of happiness and fear swirling in his mind. On one hand, receiving praise from the devil emperor was a rare acknowledgment of his skills and capabilities. It validated his efforts in this dire situation.
Yet, beneath the surface, a sense of foreboding gnawed at him. The devil emperor's praise hinted at a deeper recognition, a spotlight that singled him out as a significant player in this war. While it may have been flattering to have the attention of such a powerful foe, Father^Alex couldn't shake the feeling that being on the emperor's radar was far from advantageous.
The praise, though genuine, seemed to carry an ominous undertone, a subtle warning disguised as flattery. It hinted at the devil emperor's keen interest in him, suggesting that Father^Alex was now a marked target. It was a bittersweet acknowledgement.
Sophia's heart burned with a mix of jealousy and frustration as she listened to the devil emperor's praise of Father^Alex. Her mind raced with questions and her emotions bubbled with resentment. Why was it always Father^Alex receiving the recognition? What did he have that she didn't? She had tried just as hard, if not harder, to prove her worth on the battlefield.
Yet, despite her efforts, she remained overlooked and overshadowed by the praise lavished upon Father^Alex.
The devil emperor's words stung like a bitter reminder of her own perceived inadequacies. She couldn't fathom why he didn't acknowledge her contributions, her skill, her bravery. What was it about Father^Alex that made him worthy of such attention? Sophia's frustration grew as she grappled with these questions. Her resentment lingered like a persistent ache in her chest.
She despised the fact that Father^Alex seemed to effortlessly command respect and recognition, while she remained sidelined and overlooked.
Gritting her teeth, she summoned her barrier skill, determined to prove her worth in the midst of chaos. She poured all her concentration and energy into the spell, channeling it with precision and intensity. With a flick of her wrist, she cast her barrier, its shimmering energy enveloping the gate and blending seamlessly with those of the other healers.
But amidst the cacophony of battle, her efforts went unnoticed, lost in the flurry of attacks and spells raining down upon the city gate. The barrier, though powerful, was rendered invisible in the face of the relentless assault.
Frustration gnawed at Sophia as she watched her barrier go unrecognized, her desire for validation overshadowed by the urgency of the situation. She had hoped that her barrier would stand out among the others. But in the chaos of war, such distinctions mattered little.
Nevertheless, Sophia refused to let her disappointment dampen her resolve. She would continue to fight with all her strength, proving herself through action rather than recognition.
"Fool," the emperor's voice rang out, cutting through the chaos with chilling clarity. His smirk widened into a malevolent grin, sending shivers down the spines of the players below. "Savage Reanimation."
From the shadows emerged more monsters, their twisted forms lurching forward with renewed vigor. Their eyes glowed with an unnatural gleam as they converged upon the city gate, driven by a primal hunger for destruction.
The once-busy front gate became even more crowded, swarming with the relentless horde of reanimated creatures. Their movements were erratic and frenzied, claws slashing through the air as they launched themselves at the sturdy defenses of the gate.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
Their roars echoed across the battlefield, mingling with the sounds of battle cries and banging sounds. The air crackled with tension as the players fought desperately to fend off the onslaught. The arrows and spells rained down on the monsters, yet there were too many of them.
With each savage blow, the gate's endurance dwindled at an alarming rate. The monsters seemed to sense their advantage, redoubling their efforts with a ferocity that bordered on madness. The gate groaned under the relentless assault, its once-impregnable defenses now faltering in the face of such relentless aggression.
Despite their best efforts, the players found themselves struggling to hold the line against the ever-increasing horde. Each passing moment brought them closer to the brink of defeat, their only hope resting on their ability to withstand the relentless onslaught for just a little while longer.
[Gate of Gorroc 523,453 /2,000,0000]
Even with the craftsmen and blacksmiths' efforts to fix the gate, the once-rising hope among the players crumbled as they watched the Gate of Gorroc's endurance plummet once more. The sight was disheartening. No longer was the gate slowly rising in strength; now, it was falling at an alarming rate, faster than ever before.
To make matters worse, Behemoth and Alice's gigantic shadow monster had joined the fray, their immense forms looming ominously before the gate. With thunderous roars, they unleashed their attacks, hammering the city barrier relentlessly. Each strike reverberated through the air, sending tremors of fear coursing through the players' veins.
Unlike the monsters below the gate, Behemoth and Alice's attacks were more devastating, their sheer power causing the players to falter. The ground shook with each impact, threatening to crumble beneath their feet. The players could feel the pressure mounting, their resolve tested to its limits.
Meanwhile, the healers strained to maintain their barriers, but their efforts seemed futile against the Behemoth and the shadow beast. The barriers wavered under the force of the attacks, their protective glow dimming with each successive blow. It was clear that the healers' abilities were faltering, unable to withstand the overwhelming power of the enemy's assault.
Amidst the chaos, cries of desperation rang out as the players struggled to hold their ground. Fear gnawed at their hearts as they faced the relentless onslaught before them. The situation seemed dire, with no end in sight to the relentless barrage of attacks.
"Get ready for close combat!" Elio's voice rang out with urgency as he took charge, positioning himself at the forefront of the gate.
The few tank players nodded grimly. They prepared to follow Elio's lead. They knew that the situation was dire, but they were ready to fight tooth and nail to defend their city.