The first heroic spirit to arrive at the scene was the assassin, Louis Meyer III.
He originally intended to avoid the troublesome swordsman, the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, and instead target relatively easier opponents like sorcerers and cavalry.
As it turned out, it was exactly what he wanted; he was the first person to discover the warlock's heroic spirit.
However, at this moment he did not recognize that the twisted monster in front of him was a product of the warlock's ability.
"What is this thing...?"
The Purifiers below made him feel slightly dizzy just by looking at them. The wriggling and entanglement between the branches and roots were too dense, and even in his possessed state, his spirit felt uncomfortable.
This is also part of the science; Karen designed the Purifier's action pattern based on relevant knowledge of the visual level.
Because he knew that those masters always liked to keep a close eye on their opponents' every move, so he thought, "Go ahead and watch, and don't say a word."
"I sensed a strong magical fluctuation, completely different from the Dark Death Beast."
"Looks like our competitor, Louis. Who do you think designed that thing down there?"
"I can't say for sure, but this thing seems out of control and berserk, so it's highly likely to be a berserker."
He guessed his opponent's identity wrong, but there was nothing he could do about it. After all, who would have thought that this warlock's style was so different from the traditional ones?
Should we make a move?
The assassin looked at the sword in his hand, then glanced at the enormous creature below, and hesitated.
Just like those overconfident assassins who tried to use daggers to trim the feet of Titans, the assassins in their world were best at dealing with humanoid life forms.
Its scale is too enormous, and there are no obvious weaknesses to be seen. He can deal damage with his Noble Phantasm, but it's hard to say whether he can kill it before his mana runs out.
Even if it's difficult to make a move, we can't just stand here and watch...
The Dark Beasts have also gathered; it wouldn't be a loss to take advantage of the chaos and capture the high-value individuals within.
Thinking of this, the assassin looked down at the "berserker" who was still "going berserk" and felt a little like teasing him.
A failed Heroic Spirit user, flawed tactics, mistakenly believing that fully berserking the Heroic Spirit would lure monsters over to rack up points.
However, his loss of reason gave him the opportunity to reap the benefits.
"So, I made my move..."
Standing on the cliff, he leaped with faith and arrived at the edge of the gathering of the Dark Beasts.
The high-level aura concealment prevented the Dark Beasts, who were already focused on the Purifier, from detecting the Assassin's presence.
One by one, the outermost Dark Beasts fell, while the others continued to fight against the Purifiers in the inner circle.
Hmm... calling it a confrontation is too flattering for the Dark Death Beasts; it would be more accurate to say they're being unilaterally crushed.
"Whoosh..."
The enormous plant vines lashed at the mutated body, each lash shattering several Dark Beasts in its path into pieces. Such attacks covered almost the entire battlefield.
Pollen, the pollen that permeates the battlefield, is not only a toxin, but also a high-quality fuel.
After the pollen concentration on the outer side reached the target level, Karen ate barbecue in the core area and snapped her fingers.
"Clatter..."
"boom……"
A huge mushroom cloud rose from the ground, and the shockwave from the explosion covered an area of hundreds of miles. The pollen's properties made the flames extremely hot and also carried toxins.
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