Legendary Awakening: Strongest Class In the Apocalypse-Chapter 46: Young and careless

Xavier didn’t know how his simple action had enraged the elves. Even if he knew, he wouldn’t have cared; right now he was moving with a clear goal in mind.

Lina’s situation was still unpredictable, but at least he knew she was completely safe and sound.

However, Xavier wasn’t satisfied. If reaching Sequence One would speed up the process, he might as well use these goblins to evolve.

With all these thoughts in his mind, Xavier moved. The space around him flickered and the blood‑soaked Warden Ruinblade appeared in his hand.

After the last bloody battle, the blade’s edge was slightly chipped. Xavier had even noticed faint traces of cracks all over its body.

Xavier’s expression turned slightly solemn and he muttered under his breath, "I need a new weapon."

Without even realizing it, he had overtaken dozens of elven archers, standing at the forefront of the battlefield, joining warriors like Brutus.

His arrival instantly attracted the attention of everyone. Xavier felt dozens of eyes land on his figure, some filled with naked hostility, and others with blatant mocking.

Brutus’s blood‑soaked figure emitted a chilling light. "Avoid the armoured goblins, directly attack the others!" Then he turned to Xavier and yelled loudly. "Is this some sort of joke?

"What is a good‑for‑nothing human doing on the front line?

"Why isn’t he hiding behind some woman’s skirts..."

Xavier didn’t pay attention to their mocking words. He could care less about what others thought about him now.

His gaze shifted to the status window flashing in front of his eyes.

[Name: Xavier Crownheart]

[Age: 21]

[Ranking: 501]

[Level: 18 | Race: Human | Class: DeathWill Executioner | Title: First Legendary Class Holder, Bane of Humanity, Hoarder]

[Strength: 58 | Agility: 57 | Health: 53 | Stamina: 55 | Mana: 150]

[Freely distributable stats – 41]

Now that he was going to use the freely distributable stats to increase his health attribute, then why waste time? With that thought in mind, he dumped a full thirty points, taking the total to eighty‑three.

[Health: 53 → 83]

Maybe he had used too many attribute points at once or something else, but Xavier felt a crimson ripple running through his body, a sense of strong intoxication filling his senses.

Cells divided and rearranged themselves, throwing out impurities. His bones grew even denser and firmer, his skin became hard as a sheet of steel. With eighty‑plus points in health attribute, bullets shot from a small‑calibre round might find it difficult to penetrate his skin.

Just as he experienced the changes, Zerin’s voice echoed in his head, slightly shocked. "Just how many attribute points did you have stored up?"

At this point the vital energy radiating from Xavier’s body was too much, to the point it even alerted Zerin in another dimension.

Xavier ignored her words as if he hadn’t heard them at all, turning his focus toward the goblins surrounding him. His grip on the blade tightened until veins bulged on the back of his hand.

Fight ahead was long and bloody. He only planned on stopping either when he reached level twenty‑five or when there were no more goblins left.

With these thoughts in mind, Xavier raised the Warden Ruinblade above his head and slashed at the neck of the nearest goblin.

Whine! The blade shrieked as it cut through the air at high speed, almost teleporting toward the head of the nearest goblin.

The poor goblin had merely blinked when its worldview shifted. From the battle‑crazed look in the goblin’s eyes, the poor thing didn’t even realize what had happened before it met its inevitable end.

Brutus, who was not far away, saw this scene and sighed. "Young and careless..."

Next moment he completely stopped paying attention to Xavier. It didn’t matter whether this stupid human lived or died; he had to make sure these goblins stopped here.

Thinking up to this point, his gaze turned upward toward the wooden wall above. Princess Evelyn surveyed the battlefield with a solemn look in her eyes. Elven soldiers were doing their very best, but against the endless tide of goblins there was only so much they could do.

Brutus finally turned his gaze away. Now that Her Highness—his fiancée—was watching, he had to put on the best performance.

Meanwhile, following Xavier’s footsteps, both Millie and Jackie joined the battlefield.

The three humans stood out among the elves and goblins. Compared to both races, who were heavily armed, the trio was dressed in casual clothes, simple T‑shirts and joggers, fragile as paper.

Jackie’s long hair flew wildly in the air as she moved through the battlefield, her crystal‑clear eyes scanning the goblins surrounding them. Turning to Millie with a sidestep, she spoke in a serious voice, "While I distract them, kill them all...!"

Millie simply nodded, taking rapid deep breaths, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. A soft silvery aura covered her two small fists.

After so long, a great degree of understanding had developed between the two women. At this point, even without communicating openly, just through subtle body cues they could understand what was going on in each other’s heads.

The elven soldiers moved to the side to give room to the two women. First, they did not want their movements to interfere, and second, they wanted to see just what gave these two the courage.

Just at this moment, Jackie’s eyes seemed to glow with an ethereal light. The three goblins who were moving toward the duo with a thrilled look in their eyes stopped moving for a brief moment.

This fleeting moment of immobility was all that Millie needed. Moving like a tigress, Millie closed the distance and punched, a clean hook to the chin.

Whoosh! A loud explosion resounded as soon as the fist made contact with the skull. Like a watermelon, the poor goblin’s head exploded, sending a mix of blood and brain matter flying in every direction, some of it even directly splattering on the bodies of the other two goblins.

Millie, with her unblinking eyes, flicked to the next goblin. As if someone had pressed the replay button, the exact same scene played out again.

The two goblins also met the same fate, dying a brutal death.

A football‑sized ball of spatial reckoning emerged from the three goblins’ corpses, splitting in mid‑air. One‑third of it merged with Jackie’s body while the remaining went into Millie.

Not just that, Millie’s eyes lit up when she noticed a drop near the third goblin’s corpse.