plumnovel Chapter 55 : Imported Goods
Chapter 55 : Imported Goods
Imported GoodsFiery sparks exploded, an ear-splitting gunshot rang out, and the orange-red shield shattered with a crisp crack.
Cecilia pulled the trigger, but this time her luck wasn't so great, and she rolled the lowest damage with [Anti-Magic Shell].
The conjurer's reaction speed was also quick—he activated the mage class's lifesaving skill [Flame Barrier] just as the flintlock pistol was aimed at him, negating 40% of the damage.
As a result, this shot didn't instantly kill him from full HP as the previous one did; it merely shattered the Flame Barrier. The conjurer's bulky body staggered four or five steps back, barely neutralizing the tremendous force.
Still, even so, he was in a horrible state—the power of the flintlock pistol was simply too great. Even though Flame Barrier absorbed much of the dmg, the conjurer still felt as if his chest had been hit by a heavy hammer, panting like a dog and unable to catch his breath for a long while. His HP also plummeted to below 40%.
Just one shot, and Cecilia had wiped out more than half his HP bar.
Damn it, how can this be so much dmg? That woman is definitely cheating!
Struggling to steady himself, the conjurer glared at Cecilia in shock and fury, wanting to spew a few more curses, but Cecilia didn't give him the chance.
The third bullet was loaded swiftly—the black muzzle pointed at him, and the curse forming on his lips was swallowed hard.
The straight gun barrel glinted silver, the rosewood grip elegant in its classic style, with engraved rose patterns on the surface. For all its artful style, this pistol's power was not the least inferior to an aviation autocannon.
Especially after experiencing its might for himself, being targeted by this gun would fill anyone with deep fear.
"This time you won't be so lucky again. What now? Any last words before you go?"
With her light blue eyes fixed on the conjurer, Cecilia's face was expressionless. Her tone was calm, brimming with a divine aura—it was as if she were Angel declaring death.
The conjurer cast a venomous glare at Cecilia, stewing for a moment before suddenly shouting, "Dim! Help me! Quick!"
Before he even finished speaking, a black shadow appeared on the ground beside Cecilia—the previously Stealthed Dim!
He maintained a high-speed running posture, a short dagger in his hand flashing a chilling white trail as the sunlight hit its tip, slashing straight for Cecilia's pistol-wielding right wrist!
From the start of the confrontation, dim had entered Stealth mode, waiting for a chance to land a kill shot. Now Cecilia's right hand was gripped on her flintlock pistol, aiming at the conjurer; unless she was left-handed, she'd be unable to quickly draw her dagger to counterattack with her off-hand. As long as Dim crippled her right hand, her threat level would drop drastically!
This was the perfect moment for a sneak attack!
If it had been any player Dim had encountered before, no matter how experienced, they would likely have panicked at such an unexpected attack, making it easy to break their composure and exploit their confusion.
From his point of view, Cecilia seemed to have realized this strike couldn't be dodged, and could only take a one-for-one approach. She leveled the gun at the conjurer, whose expression broke into a smile, and forcibly pulled the trigger!
Bang!
[Note: Blood-infused Silver Bullet triggered! Generated—Armor-Piercing Shell!]
-875!
The shot unerringly struck the conjurer dead center in the forehead, triggering a critical hit. Virtual crimson blood splattered as with a muffled thud, the jerk mage had no chance to fight back and, expectedly, was instantly killed by Cecilia.
As Cecilia shot the conjurer, dim's dagger had already slashed Cecilia's pistol-wielding right wrist. Before he could celebrate his hard-won pyrrhic victory, dim's face froze in shock.
The feedback from his blade was all wrong.
It didn't feel like cutting into a slender feminine wrist at all—more like hacking into a rock-solid steel pipe, and a solid one at that.
Focusing his gaze, dim saw the place where Cecilia's wrist had been struck; only a hair-thin slit appeared, and with just a blink, it had already healed completely. In contrast, his right hand, which held the dagger, ached from the blow's backlash.
Immediately after, as if the system itself was mocking his overestimation, a comical damage number slowly floated above Cecilia's head.
-21!
And it was a critical hit, too!
In that moment, even Dim couldn't help but suspect Cecilia really was using cheats, though he knew that was impossible.
Legend of Kaloran had been open for nearly ten days. In this time, the world's top hackers and cheat coders had worked day and night, trying everything, but still failed to break through the Loren terminal developed by the legendary war god. Most had now publicly declared they gave up, thus proving the fairness of Legend of Kaloran through direct experience.
Maybe in the future, but for now, no one could cheat in this game.
Dim's mind raced—if he ruled out cheating, there was only one, admittedly most improbable, possibility left.
Cecilia's Physical defense must have already far exceeded twice his attack stat; otherwise, there was no way she could have completely negated his fully charged critical strike.
How much Physical defense did she have?
600?
800?
Or... 1000?!
Hell! Not even the highest-defense Holy Knight would have this much Physical res!
Could it be—Cecilia's real class wasn't assassin, but the Holy Knight?
That ludicrous thought flashed through his mind, and Dim almost laughed at himself. The very next second, he instinctively pulled back his dagger, spun around, and sprinted to escape/flee!
No joke—facing someone with such astonishing reflexes, wielding firearms, and defense like a tank—a humanoid Gundam—would he just wait to get executed like his two dead teammates?
To his credit, dim was indeed the top assassin in the Korean server, with 680 agility points. Sprinting at top speed, he moved like a ground-hugging gale, covering nearly twenty meters in barely over a second.
His figure flickered and soon entered Stealth once more.
Another second or two passed. Even after Dim had escaped deep into the dense jungle, Cecilia never chased after him, and only then did Dim breathe a sigh of relief.
Just as he secretly rejoiced, believing he was finally safe, a sudden rush of The Sound of the Wind exploded by his ear. On reflex, dim turned his head and his pupils contracted sharply!
A snow-white palm was rapidly enlarging in his vision!
Smack!
Cecilia had originally been thinking of a way to make this jerk stop, but when she saw him turn his head, she didn't really think much and just went with whatever was convenient—lifting her hand, she delivered a loud slap to Dim's face.
In Cecilia's slow-motion view, dim's cheek caved in, his lips flipped, jaw beginning to twist, his whole face stretching into a grimace, and even a trace of fear began to emerge in his eyes.
At the same time, a vivid red critical dmg number slowly floated above his head.
-1478!
Time snapped back to normal. The moment Dim was slapped by Cecilia, it was as if he'd been slammed by an invisible dump truck barreling at a hundred kilometers an hour—he was sent flying sideways, spinning twice and a half in the air before crashing into some bushes seven or eight meters away. Only his legs stuck out, still shuddering violently.
A second or two later, dim's body suddenly shattered into fragments of blue light, just like his previous two teammates, scattering through the underbrush like fireflies in the summer night, and quickly disappearing from sight.
Thus, after the first two jerks were executed, the last one was slapped to death by Cecilia.
"So these are the people you hired to deal with me? Dragon Abyss, you're really underestimating me."
Cecilia looked at her right hand and shook her head with a sigh.
These three jerks were simply too weak. She hadn't even needed to draw her main weapon, it felt almost like make-believe.
So this was the level of the Korean server's top class experts?
But then, thinking of the current top players in the national server, Cecilia quickly let go of that thought.
No matter how weak these three jerks were, compared to Dawn's Light and Yuewu, who only knew how to chant "666" behind her back, they seemed a bit stronger.
But at the end of the day, it wasn't that their opponents were too weak—it was that she was too strong.
Lv.max [Maid Outfit Mastery] paired with the epic [Rose Maid] set, plus her off-hand weapon [Ornate Vampire Elite Flintlock Pistol]—that was truly terrifying!
This way, once the national server and the Japanese and Korean servers officially merged in a few days, all their world-class bosses would certainly belong to her.
That was really good news. Just imagining it filled Cecilia's next chapter in life with unending hope.
While Cecilia was still daydreaming, not far away in the bushes where the Korean assassin had died, a purple light orb suddenly dropped to the ground, making a crisp clinking sound.
Cecilia was briefly stunned, but her eyes quickly lit up, a hint of joy appearing on her pretty face.
If she remembered right, the only piece of purple equipment the jerk assassin had was the dagger he'd just used to attack her.
For equipment with such low drop rates, Cecilia really hadn't expected much. She'd only decided to spend her time teaching those three jerks a lesson, which was enjoyable by itself—she never expected to get loot too, which made it even better.