I Can Get 1,000,000x Returns from Selling Anything!-Chapter 104 --The Human Powerhouses Being Toyed With
A faint smile touched Daniel’s lips.
Another Intermediate Divinity Fragment!
With the one that had dropped from Harland before, he was now one step closer to forging a complete Divinity.
And then there was that legendary-grade armor, along with all the equipment that had dropped earlier from the beastfolk epic-grade and legendary-grade elites.
From this single battle alone, he had gained at least fifty pieces of gear above the epic-grade level, including more than ten legendary-grade items!
He opened the equipment interface and selected weapon enhancement.
[Prompt: Consume ten legendary-grade items to upgrade "Stellar Wrath"? This action is irreversible!]
"Confirm."
[Ding! "Stellar Wrath" has successfully devoured ten legendary-grade items! Current Level: Lv.10!]
Daniel opened the weapon panel.
[Stellar Wrath (Supreme-Grade)]
Level: 10
Trait: Growth-Type
Attack Power: 5000 → 11000 (+6000)
Equipment Effects:
Agility +1000 (previously +500) Grants skill [Starveil]: Summons a starlight shield that absorbs 1,000,000 damage. While the shield exists, the user is immune to all control effects.
III. Whenever a forbidden-grade skill is cast, its effect is doubled.
All archer-class skill effects +200% (previously +100%)
Durability: Infinite
Description:
A supreme-grade masterpiece forged in the final years of the legendary Arrow God Aranas. It contains the boundless source power of the stars themselves. Every pattern etched into the bow records a lost spell, and every arrow it fires can call down heavenly punishment and tear apart the firmament.
Daniel closed the panel and opened his status window.
With the stacking of hundreds of buffs, equipment bonuses, and Skill Replication, his base damage output had already broken past the seven-million mark!
The effect of the [Fate Stone] made every single one of his attacks equivalent to the damage of his strongest skill.
That meant that even an ordinary basic shot could deal over seventy million damage!
This level of damage output was simply monstrous.
...
Daniel and Carodion hovered high in the air, looking down upon Everfrost below them.
The beastfolk warriors in the city were still putting up a desperate resistance, but the fall of their legendary-grade powerhouse had already determined the outcome of the battle.
The morale of the beastfolk had completely collapsed. Some dropped to their knees and surrendered. Some tried to break out. Some charged madly toward the human battle lines.
"May the Beast God protect us! Brothers, charge!"
"The Beast God is with us—crush these invaders!"
"The beastfolk will never be slaves!!"
Daniel watched it all with an indifferent expression.
If not for the fact that these beastfolk made excellent laborers, he might truly have ordered a massacre.
"Hudson."
His voice was calm as still water.
"Spare those who surrender. Kill all who resist."
"Send every beastfolk willing to surrender to the mines."
Hudson bowed.
"As you command, my lord duke."
"And one more thing," Daniel added. "Have the priest corps on standby at all times, ready to resurrect any fallen warriors."
...
The battle for Everfrost came to an end at dusk.
In this war, the human army’s casualties were negligible.
Under overwhelming superiority of force and a complete resurrection system, death was nothing more than a brief pause.
The gains, on the other hand, were astonishing.
Daniel opened the post-battle report, his eyes quickly sweeping across the numbers.
1.3 million beastfolk prisoners, most of them wounded.
Supplies, ore, and equipment of every kind were piled up like mountains. Gold coins alone were worth hundreds of billions.
[Ding! Obtained "Gold Mine (Legendary-Grade)" ×1!]
[Ding! Obtained "Silver Mine (Epic-Grade)" ×1!]
The corners of Daniel’s mouth lifted slightly.
War profiteering really was the fastest road to riches.
Daniel closed the interface and lifted his gaze toward the distant horizon.
Ironforge had been the first main city he conquered. Everfrost was the second.
One in the south, one in the north—like two wedges hammered deep into the heartland of the non-human races!
Next, his target would be the elves!
...
Northern Great Wall, Winterhold.
While Daniel was laying siege to cities in the south, the war in the north had already entered its most brutal phase.
A city wall that stretched for tens of thousands of miles and rose a hundred meters high cut across the mountain range like a scar that split the world in two.
Winterhold sat at the most critical pass, wrapped in layer upon layer of magical barriers like a giant beast curled inside its shell.
Nearly a trillion soldiers of the Sixfold Host were arrayed beneath the walls, their countless banners blotting out the sky and the sun.
Hundreds of thousands of siege weapons fired at once, flaming shells and massive bolts pouring toward the fortress like a storm.
Yet when assaults powerful enough to erase ordinary cities struck the magical barriers, they produced only ripples of light before vanishing into nothing.
Boom—!
At last, one layer of the barrier shattered under the unending bombardment.
The Sixfold Host erupted in thunderous cheers.
"Excellent! The humans are finally running short on resources!"
"Roar, roar, roar—crush those insects up there!"
"May the Elven God bless us!"
"Victory is ours!"
That shattered barrier was quickly filled in by a fresh new layer of light rising from behind it.
But the blood-maddened warriors of the Sixfold Host only grew more excited.
...
A thousand miles beyond Winterhold.
Another war was unfolding in a land shrouded by a bizarre and terrifying force.
Across a thousand-mile radius, space itself twisted and warped. Mist swirled everywhere, as though someone had torn open a crack to another world upon this land.
Dozens of figures were crossing and clashing within this Godscar, every collision unleashing enough force to destroy a city.
The human side had only a little over ten legendary-grade powerhouses.
Opposing them, the Sixfold Host had more than twenty.
The numerical gap was only barely offset by the humans’ perfect coordination and tacit teamwork.
Barely.
Boom—!
A violent blast of power forced an old man on the human side back several steps.
Montague, the peak legendary-grade beastfolk expert, withdrew his fist, swept his gaze across the field, and suddenly shouted:
"Stop!"
At his command, the legendary-grade experts of the six races immediately disengaged from battle and gathered around him with practiced precision.
Montague cast a cold glance at the human powerhouses opposite him, the corner of his mouth curling into a disdainful sneer.
"We’ll spare your miserable lives for today. Retreat!"
Before the echo of his voice had even faded, more than twenty figures withdrew like a receding tide, vanishing over the horizon in the blink of an eye.
The human powerhouses stared in the direction they had gone, their expressions grave.
"This isn’t normal."
A weak voice came from the crowd.
The priest Tiana leaned against a broken stone pillar, her face pale as paper, but a sharp light still burned in her eyes.
"Haven’t any of you noticed?"
Though her voice was weak, each word came through with complete clarity.
"Every time the balance of the situation starts to tip like this, they withdraw on their own."
"Fuck—these damned non-human races. Do they really think our human race is easy prey?"
One of the powerhouses felt a suffocating pressure in his chest.
Marco, standing nearby, frowned. A dreadful premonition began rising from the depths of his heart.
"Tiana... are you saying they’re doing this on purpose?"
Tiana nodded.
"No matter how many reinforcements the Empire sends, they always keep their numbers just above ours."
Her gaze deepened.
"Think about it. Why would they do that?"
Marco’s face changed drastically.
"They’re putting pressure on us... while still letting us see a chance to hold the line..."
His voice turned hoarse.
"They want us to keep asking the Empire for reinforcements."
"Exactly. If nothing unexpected happens, their goal is to drain the Empire’s supply of legendary-grade powerhouses."
Tiana picked up the thread, a chill creeping into her tone.
"To be precise, they want to drain the Watchers guarding the Abyss Rift."
Hiss—!
Every human powerhouse present sucked in a sharp breath.
