Galaxy Fall: All My Skills Are Maxed-Chapter 139: Billion Points Of Damage

[Some Moments Back.]

​High above the chaotic mass migration of the dungeon, the massive Fire Heart Dragon beat its leathery wings. The air around it rippled with residual heat, but the members of the Eagle Guild were focused entirely on the apocalyptic scenario unfolding across the horizon.

​"Master, what about the humans who can’t fly, we can’t leave them all on this zone." The vice asked, his knuckles white as he desperately held the dragon’s scorching scale, staring up at Zaphyra, who stood fearlessly balanced on the beast’s massive head.

​"What can we do?" She asked, her voice cutting through the rushing wind as she looked over her shoulder. As a leader of the Eagle guild, her pragmatism often outweighed her empathy.

​"With the Intel I got, no one from the eagle empire entered this dungeon, so why are you worrying?" She asked with a slight frown, calculating the acceptable losses. The lives of Sword or Dragon Empire citizens meant nothing to her guild’s survival. She turned her head back to the massive, swirling vortex tearing the sky apart in the distance.

​"Besides, we have our own issues." She turned to the side, her combat instincts flaring as she spotted five mutated vultures, their rotting wings spanning several meters, flying towards them with blind, frenzied killing intent.

​"Useless." She waved her gauntleted hand with aristocratic disdain, and a concentrated wave of intense flames burst out, instantly burning the five Lv50 bosses into fine gray ashes that scattered in the wind.

​"Keep---"

​WHOOSH!!

​Zaphyra and all her veteran members froze mid-sentence. A sudden, terrifying fluctuation in the atmosphere forced them all to turn their heads to the West. There, against the backdrop of the shattered red sky, they saw a single blue-haired lady casually sitting on a massive white tiger.

​"Who is that?" Zephyra’s eyes glowed with energy, and her visual perception actively zoomed in across the vast distance, bypassing the atmospheric distortion.

​"What the hell?! Is she going against that Monster??!!" She exclaimed in absolute shock. The sheer scale of the Hydra made the tiger and its rider look like mere specks of dust, yet the pressure radiating from the girl was defying all logic.

​"Who the hell is that? Isn’t she scared?!" Her second-in-command asked, his voice trembling. Even the hardened, elite members behind her were speechless, their minds unable to process the suicidal bravery on display.

​Zaphyra’s imperial pride and underlying sense of honor flared. "We still have time. At least we can assist her." She tapped the dragon’s heavy skull, channeling her taming authority. With one powerful, groaning turn, the beast shifted its massive weight around, and flew directly towards the lady’s location, directly into the danger zone.

​"But?! Leader??" The second-in-command was speechless, terrified of flying closer to the Realm Boss.

​"There is someone in front of us who need help, or maybe she is just too scared to move. Anyway, we must rescue her and escape this zone!" Zephyra yelled over the roaring wind, looking over her shoulder at her panicked members to enforce her absolute command.

​"But... But she is gone." The second-in-command stammered, his finger trembling as he pointed at the empty spot the lady had just occupied.

​"What?!" Zephyra turned around rapidly, her eyes widening as she saw the sheer distortion of space itself—the lady teleporting directly towards the colossal Hydra.

​"You must be kidding me!!" She tapped the dragon hard, and it forcefully stopped on its track, hovering in the sky as if hitting an invisible wall.

​"Is she crazy!!!" She placed her hand on her forehead in disbelief, and opened her eyes again, but now, they were both piercing, glowing eagle eyes—a high-tier imperial tracking skill that allowed her to see spiritual energy flows.

​"Blue hair? Who is that girl?" She asked, finally getting a clear visual of Mirabella’s unbothered expression.

​"She... She is actually attacking that thing!!!" A guild member yelled in sheer horror. Everyone on the dragon’s back watched, paralyzed, as Mirabella appeared directly in front of the mountainous Hydra, and sent all two hundred of her massive, glowing swords surging forward like a meteor shower.

​BOOOOM!!!!

​GRAAAAAAAA!!

​".....?!!!"

​Zephyra froze completely as cold sweat rolled down her face. Even her freshly tamed Level 200 Boss dragon trembled violently in the air, whining in primal fear. Not only her, but all the monsters all over the entire zone felt a collective chill down their spine, hearing the agonizing, world-shaking painful roar of the Hydra.

​The shockwave of a billion damage points displaced the clouds and shattered the earth below. The Eagle Guild members all stood utterly paralyzed on the dragon’s back, sweat rolling down their faces, staring at the apocalyptic scene before them in sheer disbelief.

​"Is she still a human?" Someone asked, swallowing hard, the very foundation of their reality crumbling.

​"She... Who is she?! Is she a leader of the other empires?!" Someone else asked, desperate to categorize this walking anomaly.

​"She must be a leader in the sword or dragon empires..." The third answered, her leg visibly trembling against the dragon’s scales.

​Zaphyra stood perfectly still, with sweat rolling down her temples, staring at the lady who sat so casually on the white tiger amidst the destruction. She blinked, her tactical mind entirely blank.

​"She... She killed that Hydra with a single move??! Why haven’t I heard of such a person?! Even the three master teachers combined won’t be able to take on this thing in one hit." She muttered, her body trembling. The "Three Master Teachers"—the legendary grand instructors of the supreme academies—were the pinnacle of known power. If such a person belonged to any rival empire, that empire wouldn’t just be the strongest; they would rule the entire Galaxy Fall universe unchallenged.

​She raised her trembling hand, touching her chest, feeling her own frantic heartbeat through the thick armor plate:

​’Just watching this, and I am so scared... How can a human have this much attack Force? Killing a realm Boss with one single hit, without a single resistance.... Who really is she?’ She thought in profound horror, witnessing a true god among mortals.

__

​At the absolute center of the ruined battlefield, unaffected by the shockwaves she had just caused, Mirabella sat comfortably on Cupcake. She was calmly staring at the colossal Hydra, which had collapsed heavily onto the fractured ground, dead. Rivers of highly toxic black blood were forcefully spilling out from the 200 deep, catastrophic wounds carved into its indestructible body.

​"First attack, Done... Now, for the second."

​Mirabella said with a cold, anticipating smirk. Just as she spoke, the massive snake’s violently mangled dead body started glowing with an intense, eerie red light. The air pressure spiked once more.

​The next moment, the Hydra registered its ultimate survival mechanic, and it activated its God rank skill: Skin Removal.