Chapter 198: Chapter 174: The Fall of the God’s Ancient Tree and the Harvest Time [3/3]

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation  Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

The sand condensation archers had a range of more than 200 meters. If they attacked from a height of more than 100 meters, not only would their opponents be unable to hit them, but they would also be reinforced by gravity, making their power even more robust.

As for the undead soldiers, although its range was not that exaggerated, it had reached 40 meters. It is starkly out of the opponent’s attack range.

The god’s ancient tree was immune to the instant death skill, so Richard was not afraid of the undead soldiers killing it.

“Sand condensation archers, Charged Power Attack!”

[Charged Power Attack (D-rank) — After charging, an arrow can release 300% of its strength, with additional piercing damage.]

With an order, a squadron of condensation archers pulled the bowstring in their hands to the limit and quietly released it.

‘Bang!’ A clear sound rang out.

‘Xiu!’

The arrows tore through the sky.

The Flame Sandstorm did not hinder the arrows. Instead, due to the high temperature and the cyclone support, the power of the arrows increased by a few levels.

‘Clang! Clang!’

The sound of metal colliding rang out.

Sparks flew in all directions.

Even arrows with stalwart-piercing characteristics could not penetrate the wrinkled bark of the human-faced giant tree.

Moreover, even if the enemy was injured, it could still recover at the first opportunity.

The roots of the boss devoured the energy in the surrounding soil.

Although the blood-colored lake had already collapsed, the energy stored earlier was enough for the boss to last for a long time.

When Richard saw this, he was not surprised at all. He continued to give orders.

“Tomahawk Slash!”

The undead soldiers of the Axe of the Dead came from the other side and threw 40 tomahawks at the target.

‘Crack!’

The sound of chains rubbing against each other resounded through the sky.

The immobile god’s ancient tree had become the best target at this moment.

The moment the tomahawks hit.

‘Crack!’

The sound of glass shattering rang out.

The tomahawks directly shattered into countless pieces that enveloped the god’s ancient tree.

After the first wave of damage, half of the tomahawks’ flame energy rose and caused the second wave of damage.

It was a pity the fire element core did not reinforce the newly recruited undead soldiers of the Axe of the Dead. Otherwise, its power would be even more exaggerated.

Gray and Gunter constantly adjusted the troops’ attack frequency.

At the same time, the Ball of Corruption in Gunter’s hands did not stop. The power of this magic that could corrode everything was particularly outstanding.

The sand condensation archers’ piercing attacks, the undead soldiers’ tomahawk destruction, Gunter’s Ball of Corruption, and Richard’s Beyond A-rank skill Flame Sandstorm.

Under the barrage of attacks, the god’s ancient tree became even more furious.

The roar from its mouth made one’s soul twist.

The Flame Sandstorm gradually disappeared as Richard’s magic energy faded.

When Richard’s vision returned to normal, the god’s ancient tree, which had just received a terrifying attack, quickly recovered to its peak condition.

While he waited for his magic energy and spiritual power to recover, Richard continued to command the troops to expend energy without stopping for even a moment.

The troop was no longer a threat after he annihilated the poisonous wasp.

He could use his range advantage this time to launch an attack without restraint.

However, what Richard did not expect was this.

The battle he thought would end mostly in one or two hours lasted from noon to evening. Then from evening to early morning.

The endurance of this level 11 boss immensely infuriated him.

If not for his magic energy recovery speed that reached 60 points per second, as long as he recovered, he would immediately use his Beyond A-rank skill.

He was afraid that the opponent had not suffered much damage yet.

Richard’s face had already turned pale at three o’clock in the morning. Cold sweat shrouded his forehead.

Although his magic energy had recovered, his spiritual energy depleted extensively, and he felt exhausted.

It was as if he had been with his girlfriend seven times a day for a month.

The sand condensation archers had already landed on the ground and replenished hundreds of arrows with gravel.

The frequency of the undead soldiers had dropped to a terrible state.

Everyone’s consumption had reached a limit.

Both sides now competed over who could last longer…

Finally, after another raging Flame Sandstorm, Richard noticed the god’s ancient tree’s injuries could no longer recover.

The enemy’s stored strength was finally exhausted.

At this moment, he had a feeling that tears welled up in its eyes.

This boss was ultimately durable to the extreme. Even if it was a considerable dragon, he could have killed it several times, right?

Letting the troop continue to attack in a high-pressure posture, Richard rested at the rear for more than ten minutes before he could get rid of the floating air.

After he had recovered a lot of his spirit, he looked at the god’s ancient tree with a burning gaze as its aura gradually withered.

His heart gradually became excited.

It was finally time for the final harvest!

This tree was his!