Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 264 - 256 Lonely Man

"Damn! The BOSS is going berserk!"

"Be careful! Dodge a bit! Everyone, kite him and exhaust him!"

When they saw Lionheart King Imsh charging toward them, the players were startled.

They screamed and hastily dodged.

However, some were bold enough to stand their ground.

Among the players chasing him, three of the highest-level taunting tank warriors exchanged glances and nodded secretly.

They drew their weapons, activated the tank’s [Indomitable] talent, and charged together.

"We’ll hold him! Everyone else, find a chance to wear him down!"

The three players shouted out.

They were high-level tank players from the First Legion, powerful and highly experienced in enemy engagement.

At that moment, seeing the tank veterans rush forward, the other players brightened up, feeling significantly more secure.

However, the players still underestimated Lionheart King Imsh.

Even injured, a Golden Rank was still a Golden Rank...

And the players had yet to realize what a Golden Rank truly entailed.

Imsh, plunging into the midst of the players, was like a beast charging into a flock of sheep.

He roared, swinging to his left, cleaving a taunting tank player in half, along with the demon beast mount beneath him...

Until his death, the player wore an excited smile on his face, seemingly not comprehending what had just happened.

Then, Imsh turned back and kicked another tank player who had circled around from behind, sending him flying over ten meters, crashing through several trees...

This player crashed to the ground like a sack of broken tiles, silent.

And more... Players with gore-censorship options enabled in the game were now seeing this player as a red-and-white mosaic.

Then Imsh roared again, grabbing a tank player attempting to ambush him from the other side with a single hand.

The tank player panicked and struggled, discovering that Imsh’s grip was as solid as iron...

Everyone watched as Imsh, eyes red with rage, let out a shout, snapping the player’s throat and crushing his skull.

Just like smashing a raw egg underfoot...

With a pop, the gore spattered the ground, turning into another heap of heartrending mosaics.

In an instant, the three tank warrior players were brutally slain.

Every tank player who had the misfortune of facing Lionheart King Imsh, ordinarily capable of going toe-to-toe with powerful beasts from the Underworld, couldn’t withstand a single blow from him and was swiftly killed.

One was bisected, another was smashed apart by a kick, and another was decapitated...

All within less than three seconds.

Seeing Imsh’s ferocity, the players were nearly paralyzed with shock.

"Damn!"

"Damn!!"

"This is insane!"

"Holy... A Gold Professional is terrifying!"

"This guy can’t be left alive!"

"Hahaha! You’re killing me, can we even fight properly now?"

Despite their shock, the players felt little fear.

Clearly, they still had the mind to crack jokes.

The First Legion guys were combat maniacs.

Seeing Imsh in such a rampage made these reckless souls even more excited...

"Play dirty! Keep your distance, kite him from range!"

"Use controls! Mages and Druids, throw controls! Everyone pile on, I refuse to believe we can’t control him!"

"Shoot him! Keep firing at him!"

The players shouted and scattered like a pack of sly wolves.

They dodged Imsh’s attacks while simultaneously taking every opportunity to focus their fire on him.

In that moment, players threw control spells as if they were free, resounding gunfire of steam guns echoed, and arrows imbued with skill glows continuously shot at Imsh and other Half-Beasts.

Vines emerged from the earth, entangling Imsh’s legs, while ice magic spread up his arms, freezing half his body...

Yet, these spells could only slightly impede Lionheart King Imsh.

He still rampaged through the players like a humanoid cannonball, roaring as he charged and crashed.

Even though they persistently disrupted him with control spells, even though players rode on mounts to evade him, none of the players he targeted survived more than five seconds.

Imsh’s burst of speed and power far exceeded the players’ expectations!

This Half-Beast king was in a bloodthirsty frenzy.

Even Imsh himself didn’t know how many elves he had slaughtered; he had only one thought in mind, to kill all the long-eared ones chasing him and take the rest of his people home!

His armor, already destroyed after his Bimong mount’s death and being chased by Rose, left him bare.

Bullets fell on him repeatedly, and arrows struck his flesh one after another.

In no time, his body was covered with the players’ arrows.

Of course, these arrows only pierced the shallowest layers of his skin, incapable of causing effective harm.

But they made him look even more menacing and terrifying...

He was drenched in blood, expression fierce, like a demon god from hell!

Perhaps for realism, "Elf Kingdom" did not display NPC health bars under non-story conditions.

Thus, the players had no way of knowing how to gauge his status.

Still, Imsh’s continuous slaughter gradually unnerved the players.

This Half-Beast was like a human-shaped beast of prey!

Whoever he locked eyes with was as good as dead...

Yet, the players noticed that over time, the Half-Beast’s speed was gradually decreasing...

Although not obvious, it was definitely slowing down!

Moreover, in the beginning, when he targeted a player, he could reach them instantly and beat them to death.

But now, after so much fighting, his pursuit of players was slowing down...

Additionally, sharp-eyed players noticed this Half-Beast BOSS was starting to breathe heavier.

His complexion appeared strangely flushed and pale.

"His condition is deteriorating! We can take him down!"

"Yes, his speed has slowed down!"

Players shouted excitedly.

In an instant, the elves regained their momentum.

Yet, compared to the increasingly confident players, watching the growing number of long-eared ones around him, Imsh felt increasingly despondent...

He was a Gold Professional.

He possessed immense strength.

Even while injured, these numerous long-eared ones were still no match for him!

However... they still had too many numbers.

Moreover... they seemed to have some way to call for reinforcements. freēwēbnovel.com

These pesky long-eared ones, like flies, kept multiplying not long after the fight began.

As a high-level professional, he could still hold on, but the other Half-Beasts were not as fortunate.

After fighting for so long...

He had no one left by his side now.

The Half-Beasts who had followed him had all died in battle.

And he... was all alone.

In that moment, this Half-Beast king, his towering figure appearing somewhat desolate and forlorn...