Chapter 121 121: A Tier 5 Armor Set

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Zinov leads his twenty thousand soldiers toward Varestand City, the rhythmic march of boots echoing across the plains. As he floats above the advancing army, his sharp eyes scan the city ahead. To his surprise, no formidable defense awaits—only a handful of guards, most appearing to be mere Tier 1 warriors. Hovering in the air, Zinov furrows his brow, his thoughts turning inward. "Is this all they have left to defend this city?" he muses aloud. "Have they truly committed all their forces to Crass City?" He strokes his chin thoughtfully. "Their intelligence network has always been surprisingly adept," he continues, his voice tinged with suspicion. "They seem to anticipate our every move. Could this be another one of their ploys?" Zinov's gaze hardens as he surveys the seemingly vulnerable city. He knows better than to underestimate his adversaries. As Zinov's forces advance toward Varestand City, the Shadows—an elite group of assassins now numbering over a thousand, bolstered by the Umbral race—lie in wait. Among them, Vaelith, Grell, and Tarven, all formidable Tier 5 assassin, observe their target from concealed positions. Vaelith's eyes narrow as he senses the immense power radiating from Zinov. "This one is strong," he murmurs. "To succeed, we must coordinate our efforts precisely." Grell and Tarven nod in unison. "Understood," Grell replies. "We'll follow your lead." As Zinov initiates his assault on the city, unleashing a devastating Tier 4 skill that sends shockwaves through the defenses, Vaelith signals the Shadows to move. The assassins emerge from the shadows, converging on Zinov with lethal intent. The assassins emerge from the darkness, converging on the soldiers with lethal intent. Vaelith leads the charge, his twin daggers gleaming with a dark aura. He darts toward Zinov with blinding speed, aiming for the gaps in his ornate armor. Grell and Tarven flank from either side, their Umbral heritage evident as their sharp claws extend, seeking to rend flesh and metal alike. Zinov reacts with uncanny reflexes, his Tier 5 armor absorbing the initial onslaught. He swings his massive sword in a wide arc, forcing the assassins to retreat momentarily. "Foolish," Zinov sneers. Vaelith immediately send a signal to Alix through a device. Turning to Grell and Tarven, he speaks lowly, "Change of plan. We hold him until His Majesty arrives." "Understood," Tarven responds, his claws flexing in anticipation. The three assassins reposition, encircling Zinov. Vaelith feints to the left, drawing Zinov's attention, while Grell and Tarven exploit the distraction, launching synchronized attacks from behind. Zinov pivots swiftly, parrying Grell's claws with his gauntleted arm and delivering a forceful kick to Tarven, sending him skidding across the battlefield. "This is quite impressive, a new monster kingdom having four tier 5 combatants." Vaelith seizes the moment, activating a Tier 5 skill, "Shadow Meld," becoming one with the surrounding darkness. He reappears behind Zinov, driving his daggers toward the seams of the armor. The blades find purchase, eliciting a grunt from Zinov. Enraged, Zinov channels his energy, causing his armor to emit a blinding light, forcing the assassins to shield their eyes. He capitalizes on their momentary blindness, slashing his sword toward Vaelith. Vaelith barely evades the strike, feeling the blade's edge graze his side. Grell and Tarven recover, launching renewed assaults, their claws clashing against Zinov's radiant armor. The battle intensifies, with the three assassins employing their agility and Umbral abilities to harry Zinov, while he relies on his formidable defense and strength to repel them. Despite their relentless assault, Vaelith, Grell, and Tarven find themselves unable to penetrate Zinov's formidable Tier 5 armor. Each strike, whether from Vaelith's shadow-infused daggers or the Umbral claws of Grell and Tarven, is met with an impenetrable defense, leaving them momentarily at an impasse. Recognizing the need for greater power, Vaelith decides to augment his abilities. He steps back, taking a deep breath, and begins to invoke a series of buff skills. His aura intensifies with each incantation: "Shadow Ascendance" (Tier 5): Shadows coalesce around Vaelith, enhancing his strength and agility to superhuman levels. "Shadow Veil" (Tier 4): A dark mist envelops him, rendering his movements unpredictable and obscuring his presence. "Night's Resilience" (Tier 4): His body's durability is heightened, allowing him to withstand powerful attacks. Pinterest "Fleetfooted" (Tier 3): His speed increases, enabling rapid repositioning. "Stealth's Embrace" (Tier 2): His footsteps become silent, and his presence diminishes, making him harder to detect. As these enhancements take effect, Vaelith's form becomes a blur, the shadows themselves seeming to dance around him. Zinov, observing this transformation, raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "Six buff skills?" Zinov remarks, his tone tinged with surprise. "Even I, at level 590, have only mastered four." Without wasting another moment, Vaelith launches himself at Zinov with unprecedented speed. Grell and Tarven, inspired by their leader's empowerment, synchronize their attacks, flanking Zinov from both sides. Vaelith's daggers, now imbued with shadow energy, strike at the joints and seams of Zinov's armor. Grell and Tarven's claws, enhanced by their Umbral heritage, target the less protected areas, aiming to exploit any weakness. Zinov finds himself on the defensive, his sword movements swift yet increasingly pressured by the trio's coordinated assault. Despite his armor's resilience, the sheer ferocity and precision of the attacks begin to take a toll. With a growl of frustration, Zinov channels his energy, causing his armor to emit a blinding light, attempting to disrupt the assassins' assault. However, Vaelith's "Shadow Veil" counters the illumination, maintaining the shroud of darkness around them. Sensing an opportunity, Vaelith signals to Grell and Tarven. They nod in understanding, executing a maneuver they've practiced countless times. Grell feints high, drawing Zinov's guard upward, while Tarven sweeps low, aiming for the legs. Simultaneously, Vaelith strikes at Zinov's exposed side. The combined assault finally breaches Zinov's defense. A dagger pierces through a gap in the armor, eliciting a pained grunt from Zinov. He staggers back, blood seeping from the wound. Zinov wipes the blood from his side, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the three assassins before him. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

Chapter 121 121: A Tier 5 Armor Set

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