Novel Lived
Chapter 652 Sweat And Blood
Villain Ch 652. Sweat And Blood
The tank players swiftly summoned their mounts, mounting them with practiced ease as they formed their battle line behind the gate. Despite their diminished numbers, their resolve remained unshaken, their eyes trained on the gate as it endured the relentless assault from the enemy.
Only a dozen tanks remained, the rest stranded behind enemy lines, but they stood firm, ready to defend the city with everything they had. Elio could feel the tension in the air as they waited for the inevitable breach, their muscles tense with anticipation.
The gate groaned under the weight of the enemy's onslaught. Each blow reverberated through the air, sending tremors through the ground and rattling the nerves of those defending the city.
Despite the grim situation, the craftsmen and blacksmiths worked tirelessly to reinforce the gate, their hands moving swiftly despite the shaking of their bodies. They knew that every second counted, and they fought with determination to buy as much time as possible for their comrades.
The tank players braced themselves for the inevitable clash, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. They knew that the battle ahead would be fierce and their resistance would likely be futile against the overwhelming numbers of the enemy. However, giving up was not an option for them.
They were determined to hold off as many monsters as they could, buying precious time for their victory.
Close combat players rallied to their side, ready to support the tank players in any way they could. While they couldn't stand on the front line like the tanks, they positioned themselves strategically to provide assistance when needed.
Meanwhile, the ranged DPS players began to shift backward, away from the front gate. Some chose to take refuge on the building rooftops surrounding the gate, while others slipped inside the buildings themselves, seeking cover behind windows and balconies.
Gorroc City's unique architecture, reminiscent of a desert city from the medieval era, provided ample hiding spots for the players. With balconies and windows scattered throughout the buildings, they could easily maneuver to attack the enemy from unexpected angles.
A couple of agile melee fighters prepared themselves downstairs. Their goal was to intercept any enemies that managed to breach the buildings, using the structures themselves as makeshift fortresses.
The blacksmiths and craftsmen worked quickly to reinforce the structures. Once their work was complete, the melee players would lock the doors, turning the buildings into impromptu strongholds against the enemy onslaught.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Despite the daunting odds they faced, the players remained determined to fight to the bitter end. They knew that every moment they could delay the enemy's advance was crucial.
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The gate was on the brink of collapse, and the city walls were not faring much better. Most of the ranged players had wisely retreated from the front lines, seeking refuge within the buildings scattered throughout the city.
With the gate nearly destroyed, the blacksmiths, who had been valiantly working to reinforce it, began to step aside, knowing that their efforts were in vain. The healers, too, abandoned their posts on the front lines, joining their fellow ranged players inside the buildings where they could provide support and healing from a safer vantage point.
But amidst the chaos, a plan was still in motion to deal with the Behemoth and the Shadow Creature. The assassins, rogues, and gladiators had positioned themselves strategically on the safe zone of the city walls and tall buildings, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.
Their hearts pounded with anticipation as they awaited the inevitable breach of the gate. And then, with a deafening explosion, the gate finally gave way, crumbling into pieces along with the city barrier and the front wall.
- BOOM!
The impact was deafening, echoing through the city streets like a thunderclap. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring the view of the advancing monsters. Rocks tumbled down from the crumbling walls, adding to the chaos.
Amidst the chaos, the roar of the Behemoth cut through the air like a clarion call, signaling the breach of the city's defenses. It was a sound that struck fear into the defenders' hearts.
But Elio, undeterred by the overwhelming odds, rallied what remained of his forces with a resounding cry. "Charge!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the clamor of battle. With determination in his eyes, he spurred his mount forward, leading the charge against the encroaching horde.
Behind him, only a handful of tanks remained, their numbers diminished but their spirits unbroken. Together, they rode into the fray, ready to confront the enemy head-on and defend their city to the very end.
Another group of fearless warriors took to the skies, leaping onto the backs of the monstrous creatures with remarkable agility. Led by Red_King, this specialized force comprised assassins, rogues, and gladiators.
Red_King, although bearing the knight class, possessed the agility and finesse of a seasoned rogue. His leadership was evident as he directed the assault, orchestrating the coordinated strikes against the Behemoth and the Shadow Creature.
The gladiators and agile knights, fueled by their determination, focused on delivering devastating blows to the creatures, aiming for vulnerable spots to maximize their damage output. Their swift and precise movements allowed them to evade the creatures' retaliatory attacks while dealing and punishing strikes of their own.
Meanwhile, the assassins and rogues adopted a more stealthy approach, utilizing their cunning and guile to evade detection while inflicting continuous damage on the beasts. With precision strikes and lethal poisons, they sought to weaken the creatures from within, exploiting any vulnerabilities they could find.
"PLANT!" Justice Bringer's voice boomed over the chaos of battle, commanding the attention of the alchemists under his charge.
With swift precision, the alchemists sprang into action, conjuring forth their plant-based creations to entangle and restrain the colossal beasts that threatened the city. Thick vines snaked across the battlefield, ensnaring the legs and limbs of the monstrous creatures, rooting them in place and preventing further advancement.
Meanwhile, other alchemists hurled vials of acidic potions and cursed tonics at the beasts and monsters, their concoctions imbued with potent negative effects designed to weaken and incapacitate the enemy. The acidic potions sizzled upon impact, eating away at the creatures' flesh, while the cursed tonics inflicted debilitating curses and ailments, further hampering their ability to fight.