Lord Of Leveling Up: Transmigrated Into A Game-Chapter 262: Perverse!

"Awesome!"

"Way too awesome!"

John sighed with emotion as he muttered: "No wonder the Ninth Prince said he was fierce to a complete mess. Looking at this kid right now, he can’t be described as fierce anymore. He’s simply fierce to the point that heaven might not tolerate his existence! How awesome it is to think of such a method to kill these deceased souls!"

"Huh?"

John was suddenly startled by a thought and said: "This kid told me to get out first while he stayed behind. Could it be that he’s worried that I’d get injured so he planned on taking them on by himself?"

John was a bit moved by this.

He almost started weeping like an old bitter man.

Seeing how Maxwell was killing without a care for his own life, he made up his mind and shouted: "Hey kid! Today, I will accompany you to our heart’s content!"

John started pulling up his sleeves like he was going to devote himself to this big fight when Maxwell immediately tried to stop him. "Uncle John, Lord John, consider me begging you! Just take a rest at the side and let me handle everything here!"

What would happen if John suddenly rushed in as well?

He would scatter all the spectres and then be chased all over the place by them. Maxwell’s tactic would be broken and would be quite difficult to restart. One old and one young will deliver their lives to these gloomy grounds and no one will enter this godforsaken place for the next few decades.

John was startled by those words and scratched his head. He then grinned foolishly: "Kid, I just want to help you."

Maxwell understood this and said: "Uncle John, I know you want to help me but just resting to the side is considered the biggest help you can give me right now. I can handle them by myself. Please go take a break and we’ll talk more after I take care of these spectres."

With John’s Ancestor rank strength, the speed of cleaning up this place would indeed be much faster.

But...

This was all XP!

These were all devil race deceased soul points!

How could Maxwell allow others to kill them?

This cannot be allowed to happen!

Therefore no matter how painful and bitter it was, Maxwell had to clench his teeth and endure it. He could not let a single spectre, a single point of XP, nor a single devil race deceased soul point go. These things were all of utter importance to him.

Especially that Becoming A Devil Technique!

John felt bitter about this as he sat on top of a rock. He then muttered in a slightly sulking tone: "Sigh, I’m getting old and useless. Even a King rank kiddo isn’t putting me in his eyes, sigh..."

His voice wasn’t that loud...

Yet Maxwell still heard it very clearly and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. But he still didn’t let John step up and quickened his actions. He then shouted in a deep voice: "Raining Fire Attack, descend for me!"

"Level 4 Overdrive!"

Sixteen times his attributes surged out like crazy!

There was a tear on his chest and blood was gushing out. There wasn’t a single part of Maxwell’s body that wasn’t uninjured. The attacks of these spectres were extremely strong so even if Maxwell had Golden Shield to protect him, he still suffered quite serious injuries all over.

"Healing Art!"

"Healing Art!"

After casting a few healing spells, Maxwell then popped a medicinal pill he crafted into his mouth and felt a bit better. He then once again shouted: "Raining Fire Attack!"

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After another half an hour...

The health bar of these spectres was almost gone.

John was watching for the full half an hour without blinking a single time. He really couldn’t make heads or tails of what Maxwell was trying to do. Fireballs would smash onto the specters but couldn’t kill them, yet Maxwell kept doing it over and over again.

What use was there in killing these spectres?

It would be better if he found an opportunity to escape.

The longer he watched, the more he couldn’t figure out what Maxwell was trying to do.

"Is he planning on dashing about madly like this forever?"

"This kid didn’t lose his marbles right?"

John was mumbling out his thoughts. The only thing he was shocked by was Maxwell’s mana, which raised a question in his mind: "With his way of depleting mana, even Ancestors rankers might not be able to support it. How is he doing this? Could it be that his dantian has already surpassed the experts of the Ancestor rank?"

"Damn!"

"What kind of background does this kid come from? His entire existence is shrouded in mystery! I’ve lived for several centuries and have never met someone like him before. Could it be that he’s not a human?"

"That’s it!"

John must be bored to tears because he kept conversing with himself and creating questions constantly. There were many times he wanted to speak up and ask but then held it back in. After half an hour, not a single spectre had died yet. He then really couldn’t hold back anymore and loudly asked: "Hey kid, what the hell are you doing? You’ve been messing with them for so long yet not a single one has died. Do you think I can keep sitting here without doing a thing? I promised the Ninth Prince to ensure your safety so if this continues, you’re definitely going to die."

At this moment...

Maxwell showed a faint smile and glanced at all the spectres with extremely low health bars. He then shouted: "Uncle John, watch carefully because it’s time for the harvest!"

After waiting a brief moment for his mana to go back up, it was just enough for another shot of Raining Fire Attack. The technique was activated and started smashing down!

"Bam!"

"Bam!"

Numerous fireballs shot down and burned through the spectres.

Every one of those spectres was struck to the point of disappearing from the spot.

"Crackle!"

"Crackle!"

"Crackle!" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The system notification was like a machine gun crackling nonstop.

Maxwell XP bar started soaring.

His devil race deceased soul value was soaring as well.

John suddenly stood up with his eyes wide, watching over a thousand spectres dying left and right. He was shocked once again as he muttered: "This kid... I can’t find any words to describe him anymore."

A short while later...

John’s mouth spat out the word: "Perverse!"

Upon hearing all those system notifications, Maxwell became even more excited. He then threw out several more Raining Fire Attacks. Out of the original thousand-plus spectres, only a hundred or so were left now. They were all practically on their last breath and no longer showed any signs of being arrogant like when they had just woken up.

Maxwell lifted up his Vampire Blade and started chopping them up like chickens. "Who told you guys to chase me? Come on, chase me again, chase me!"

One slash for each one of them.

His arm will rise up, and then the blade will chop down.

It looked just like he was cutting up cabbage.

In less than 10 minutes, over a thousand spectres had been cleaned up. Maxwell dropped to the ground on his butt and started gasping for air. "I’m so tired! If this happened for a second round, my life would definitely be gone for sure."

At this moment...

Maxwell then said: "John, would like you like to see an even cooler scene?"

John was startled by those words and mumbled to himself: "Could it be that this kid still has some powers he hasn’t shown yet?"

He then nodded and said: "Kiddo, what kind of ultimate skill do you have left?"

Maxwell responded with a smile: "Of course, I still have something left, but this time you really can’t randomly make a move. Just sit tight and watch me. We still have 9 days left so I have to level up to the level 6 King rank in this timeframe. Otherwise... you don’t want to see me lose to that villain Baldur right?"

John’s expression sank as he exhaled forcefully. "I won’t make a single move... I won’t make a move even if you die!"

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The Capital City, Internal Minister’s Manor.

Anthony was standing next to a person exuding a thick and powerful killing intent.

"That kid went to the Forbidden Grounds; I want you to go there and twist his head off!"