Game Invasion Era: Rise from Binding the Goblin King!-Chapter 144: The Angel Race, Obsidian Wraith Boss
"Don’t hold back. Kill as many Obsidian Wraith bosses as you can," George said coldly.
He believed that with Constantine’s current strength, these Obsidian Wraiths would be easy to deal with.
"Lord, just watch and see."
Constantine was excited. He roared and charged forward first.
Whoosh!
The wind howled. With a big swing, War Hammer broke several 45-level Obsidian Wraith bosses in half, killing them instantly.
So cruel!
George softly sighed, feeling relieved.
As long as no 70-level Obsidian Wraith boss showed up, there wouldn’t be any danger.
[Killed Obsidian Wraith boss, Experience + 150,000]
[Obtained materials: Crafted Relic *1, Blackstone Shard *10]
[Killed Obsidian Wraith boss, Experience + 200,000]
[Obtained materials: Crafted Relic *2, Blackstone Shard *20]
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The tips kept coming. The Obsidian Wraith bosses were being killed, dropping a lot of Crafted Relics and Blackstone Shards.
"We’re rich!" George looked at the pile of loot and got excited.
In just a short time, over seventy Crafted Relics had dropped, and in the endless yellow sand, more Obsidian Wraith bosses kept coming.
Most of them were 50 to 55 levels, and the strongest was only 60 levels, stage SSR tier.
With the power of Constantine and his group, they could handle them easily.
George quickly cleaned up the battlefield, and Lilia followed closely, staying close to protect him.
"Master, are these Crafted Relics?" Lilia looked at the dark stones on the ground, looking doubtful.
"Do you know what this is?" George picked up one of the Crafted Relics and asked curiously.
Crafted Relics were mysterious. Only Eliex among his people knew about them.
Lilia nodded and looked out into the yellow sand, then said, "This thing is the core of a world. Only when a world is destroyed will the Crafted Relic appear. But here, there are Crafted Relics..."
A world’s core?
"What does that mean?" George looked confused.
Lilia hesitated, then explained, "Crafted Relics hold the power of creation, and they are the fundamental power of the world. They have special effects. Demon Race, the Felborn, and other races keep invading other worlds just to get Crafted Relics. That also includes our Angel Race..."
Lilia felt a little sorry. She knew George’s world had been invaded by the Demon Race, and there was actually involvement from the Angel Race, though they didn’t show up directly.
George frowned and said coldly, "So you’re saying that the Demon Race invaded Earth to destroy it and get the Crafted Relic?"
"Yes," Lilia nodded, then looked into the deep sand and said, "This world is strange. It should have been destroyed already. The Crafted Relics should have been taken long ago."
George didn’t care about that. He asked, "What exactly can a Crafted Relic do?"
Lilia said, "It stabilizes the world. The worlds of strong races like the Demon Race and the Felborn are not stable. They need Crafted Relics to fix them. That’s why they keep stealing them."
"Are there other uses?" George played with one of the Crafted Relics. He felt there must be more than just stabilizing the world.
Like making Attribute Fusion Elixir, but it wasn’t just for that.
Lilia shook her head slightly. "There should be other uses, but I don’t know them. This thing is rare. I haven’t touched it yet."
"Can’t you touch it with your power?" George was surprised.
Lilia was a god, a Blazing Angel of the Angel Race. Her power and status were very high. Yet she still couldn’t touch a Crafted Relic.
She gave a bitter smile and said, "Master, don’t think too highly of me. I’m just a member of the Blazing Angel clan. My power isn’t that strong."
Blazing Angel clan?
George finally realized that Blazing Angel wasn’t just one single angel, but a whole clan.
According to Lilia, most members of the Blazing Angel clan were powerful gods. Their strength was terrifying.
George asked curiously, "If your Angel Race is so strong, why haven’t I ever heard of them?"
If the Angel Race had stepped in, the Demon Race wouldn’t have been a threat at all.
Lilia looked sad. "Actually, the Angel Race was destroyed. The remaining angels are few. For many years, I’ve only met one of my own kind."
"Was the Angel Race destroyed?" George didn’t believe it at first. He asked, "The Angel Race is so strong. Who could possibly destroy them?"
"It was a trap," Lilia thought for a moment. "I don’t know much. But I know the Angel Race and the Felborn were both tricked by the Demon Race. They were almost wiped out. That battle left the Demon Race severely damaged, but they still have more power than the Angel Race and the Felborn today."
Angel Race? Felborn?
George was shocked. Those two races should be enemies, right?
But according to Lilia, the Angel Race and the Felborn had some connection, and both were ruined by the Demon Race.
George started to think of something else.
Unite the Angel Race and the Felborn to fight against the Demon Race...
He should probably go to the Underworld Secret Realm soon.
Deep in the Underworld, there were sealed Felborn.
George thought.
He already controlled the Underworld Secret Realm, but he was afraid of running into that Demon King · Blake.
Even though Constantine and the others had gotten stronger, he wasn’t sure he could beat that guy.
This needed more planning.
George stopped thinking about it.
Boom, boom!
The distant sound of explosions kept going. The Obsidian Wraith bosses were getting stronger. Most of them were 60-level bosses.
Constantine and the others were starting to feel the pressure, but they could still handle them.
George looked at the ground full of Crafted Relics and Blackstone Shards. He was excited.
A 60-level Obsidian Wraith boss could drop 16 Crafted Relics.
Just in a short time, they had already collected over a thousand of them.
We’re rich!
George was excited as he cleaned up the battlefield. Lilia and Melina also came to help.
The Obsidian Wraith bosses deep in the sand were strong. Melina was already struggling to fight them.
So she quit the fight and helped George clean up.
The wind howled, and the sand filled the air. The number of Obsidian Wraith bosses around them was dropping.
"Is the battle ending?"
George looked at the Obsidian Wraith bosses being beaten up by Constantine and the others. He wondered if there was a sixth level in the Blackstone Secret Realm.
The fifth level was already this strong. If there was a sixth level, could they handle it?
[Killed Obsidian Wraith boss, Experience + 450,000]
[Obtained loot: Crafted Relic *16, Blackstone Shard *40]
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The tips flashed. The last 60-level Obsidian Wraith boss was killed. The battle was over. Only the wind was howling around them.
"Master, there’s a terrifying presence still around,"
Elise stood in front of George, her face serious. She warned him.
The wind was strong, but this time it felt more like the heavy breathing of something huge.
George felt a chill.
Constantine’s expression turned serious. He watched the surroundings carefully.
"Underground!" Elise suddenly sensed something. She grabbed George and flew into the air. At the same time, she pulled her bow and shot a bright arrow into the sand.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a loud roar echoed. The sand under their feet rose like waves. A huge creature slowly crawled out of the ground.
It was a huge, terrifying Obsidian Wraith, all black, with wings on its back.
"Can this thing fly?" Melina asked, confused.
Before she even finished speaking, she felt a strong wind rushing past. The massive black wings flapped, creating a strong gust. The huge body shot up into the sky and attacked George and the others.
"Can we take it?"
George held the Secret Realm Pass, already ready to run.
"Yes!" Constantine said, and immediately charged forward.
Roar!
The Golden Flame Dragon let out a long, loud dragon roar and followed right behind.
"Melina, protect the master," Lilia said, then spread out her angel wings and held her shining sword, joining the fight.
Together, the four of them barely held off the huge Obsidian Wraith boss.
At that moment, George saw the monster’s stats.
[Obsidian Wraith boss, Level 65; Stage SSS tier; HP 15 million]
Another SSS tier monster!
"Drink the Amplification Potion," George said, then activated his battle will. His pet’s overall strength increased by 30%, and with the potion’s boost, their power rose a lot. They easily controlled the Obsidian Wraith boss. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
George felt relieved and stopped paying attention to the fight. He landed on the ground and continued cleaning up the battlefield.
The big commotion had buried many Crafted Relics under the sand.
But luckily, Crafted Relics had a special energy signal, making them easy to find.
Boom! Boom!
The sound of explosions echoed throughout the space.
Constantine and the Golden Flame Dragon used their huge bodies to take hits from the Obsidian Wraith, while Lilia used holy magic attacks. Elise’s arrows were unpredictable and always landed where they were needed.
The four of them worked perfectly together, forcing the Obsidian Wraith to roar in anger and look completely helpless.
Boom!
With a loud crash, the huge body of the Obsidian Wraith fell, kicking up a cloud of sand. It was injured all over and barely alive.
"Wait," Lilia stopped Constantine and Elise from rushing forward. She landed in front of the Obsidian Wraith and coldly asked, "What kind of monster are you? Why are there so many Crafted Relics here?"
"Damn!" A low, cold voice came from the Obsidian Wraith. It could actually speak in human words, though its voice was weak. "Demon Race, Angel Race, Elf Race, and a Sky Knight... I didn’t expect you guys to team up. It’s really pitiful..."
The group looked at Constantine.
They could all feel that the Obsidian Wraith’s hatred came from the Demon Race.
Constantine rubbed his nose and said, annoyed, "Why are you all looking at me? What’s the point of talking to this thing? Just kill it!"
George also guessed that the Obsidian Wraith had something hidden. He stepped forward and said, "You misunderstood. These people are my pets. They have nothing to do with the Demon Race. And the Demon Race is our enemy."
"Your pets?" The Obsidian Wraith was doubtful.
It had already noticed George, but it never took him seriously.
