Lord Of Leveling Up: Transmigrated Into A Game-Chapter 261: Still In Combat State, Unable To Leave...
The thing that Maxwell was most worried about had happened.
The moment John’s figure moved and disappeared from the spot, Maxwell’s heart immediately sank as he shouted: "Uncle John, don’t mess around..."
His voice hadn’t faded yet and all the spectres started waking up. Their blood red eyes slowly opened up before glaring at Maxwell and John. Their deep and low voices sounded like they came from the depths of hell.
"Human race!"
"Humans that deserve death..."
"You humans need to die... die..."
A large group of spectres had woken up.
Maxwell stared in a dumbstruck manner while his heart was dead silent. He then said to himself: "We’re screwed now."
John realised he made a mistake and smiled embarrassedly: "Maxwell, I’m really sorry. I saw how easily you killed them, so I wanted to give it a try as well. I didn’t expect to provoke a whole bunch of them... so what should I do now?"
He had completely lost all face.
If this happened outside in public, most likely his reputation would have turned into a joke.
John’s heart tightened as he questioned himself: "How come he can do it while I can’t? Could this kid have some type of treasure on him? Or has it grasped the weakness of these spectres?"
"Uncle John, don’t overthink it and just run!"
Maxwell didn’t need to think as his legs started moving already. "Ghost Steps!"
"Whoosh!"
After several drifting leaps, Maxwell’s ass had pulled away from a chasing spectre. He then once again shouted: "Uncle John, why are you still daydreaming?! Quickly run!"
John didn’t dare loiter around anymore and quickly ran for the exit.
It was the same for Maxwell.
As long as they could evade them, it would be similar to the game where the player leaves the aggro range. They could then slowly find a way to kill them off one at a time because there was no other way. There were simply too many spectres bunched together in this group; at least over a thousand.
Imagine over a thousand King rank experts bunched together.
The other alternative was being smashed into meat paste.
John never thought it would end up like this. As for his speed, he deliberately made himself slower than Maxwell a tiny bit to protect his rear, in case a spectre caught up. He had to protect Maxwell’s safety since he had promised the Ninth Prince.
Moreover, this incident was caused by him.
"Uncle John, we’re almost at the exit. Ignore them and directly rush out." Maxwell advised as his speed increased. He was planning on just rushing out of the array.
John didn’t dare to show any other response other than nodding his head and saying: "Okay."
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
The speed of those two was raised to the max and arrived at the exit in the blink of an eye.
John was originally a bit slower than Maxwell but he rushed out first.
As for Maxwell, he suddenly stopped the moment before exiting the grounds!
It was due to this that John shot out of the grounds before him.
Maxwell was dumbfounded...
Because at that moment, the system gave off a notification tone!
"Crackle!"
"Player is still in a combat state and unable to leave!"
"Player is still in a combat state and unable to leave!"
"I..."
Maxwell was speechless. He then started scolding the system: "Damn it! Are you trying to play me to death?! What a stupid combat state and unable to leave? Your sister! I can’t believe I’m going to be played to death by you!"
This type of situation was often seen in games.
Since you haven’t escaped the aggro of the spectres, that means you haven’t left the combat state yet. This type of occurrence was limited to certain map regions or zones so you couldn’t leave the place!
Maxwell understood this but his life and death were on the line. Could the system want him to stand against a thousand spectres at the King rank by himself? This isn’t a joke buddy! 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Maxwell tried leaving the forbidden grounds a few times and it still didn’t work.
He frowned. He no longer had a path of retreat and could only fight with his life on the line.
His eyes started surveying the area.
Maxwell’s gaze was locked at a certain place before his body dashed over. He was now standing at a corner of a wall, looking with gloomy eyes at the spectres rushing over like a tidal wave. He then shouted: "Come! Come bite me if you can!"
Immediately after...
Maxwell roared internally: "Level 4 Overdrive!"
"My Vampire Blade, come out for me!"
"Golden Shield, activate for me!"
"Magma Fire, level 4, activate for me!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
After every roar, a thunderous boom could be heard inside Maxwell’s body. The powerful energy was surging out in an unrestrained manner. His right hand was tightly holding onto the Vampire Blade while his left hand had magma dripping down onto the ground.
Inside his sea of consciousness...
The grim reaper’s path of slaughter was also surging out.
Maxwell smiled ferociously before angrily saying: "You guys will not be able to handle my fury."
"Domineering Slash!"
His right hand raised the blade up before chopping down at the front-most spectre arriving.
"Bam!"
A single blade smashed the spectre into powder, causing it to instantly disappear!
The system gave off a notification tone.
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for killing a Spectre."
"Reward: 2000 XP, 1000 mana"
"Crackle!"
"Souls of deceased devil race +1."
After killing one, another hundred had already rushed over.
Maxwell once again chopped down.
"Bam!"
Several of them toppled over.
At this time, several more spectres had already reached the front of Maxwell. The Golden Shield on Maxwell gave off a bright golden light and a large golden bell appeared like a shield around him. The attacks of the spectres then started smashing down.
Maxwell didn’t block those attacks because he didn’t have any extra energy to do so.
He allowed the attacks of three spectres to land on his body while he himself was constantly attacking them in return.
He had no other choice.
He could only rely on positioning and natural barriers, which was a very common move in video games.
Out of a thousand spectres, only three of them could attack him at the same time. The other spectres were blocked in the outer area and could only shriek and scold in rage. They indeed possessed the powers of the devil race except their intelligence seemed to be weak to the max.
"Kill!"
"Die!"
"Crackle...!"
The system gave off notification tones like crazy.
His XP bar was flying up.
The devil race’s deceased soul value was soaring as well.
But Maxwell’s mana was being depleted like crazy. The worst thing of all was that every time three spectres attacked him, their King’s rank strength would continuously smash against his body. Golden Shield was able to block a majority of the attacks, but a small portion would still continue to rain down on his chest.
Maxwell’s face turned pale as a mouthful of blood would spray out one after another. As he was attacking, he would also continuously use Healing Art on himself. He couldn’t help but feel his heart tighten as he thought to himself: "I don’t think I can do this if it continues any longer."
Maxwell then swallowed ten plus attributed beast cores.
His mana was rising up like crazy but it still wasn’t proportionate to his consumption rate.
"I need to use some Area Of Effect attack or something."
Maxwell frowned as he shouted: "Level 4 Overdrive!"
"Raining Fire Attack!"
"Innumerable Fireballs, destroy this trash for me!"
"Bam!"
"Bam!"
Over ten thousand fireballs descended, and the health bar of these spectres only went down by about 10%.
This made Maxwell see some hope in his plight!
"Heh heh..."
"All you damn beasts should just die for me!"
Standing at the entrance, John looked on in a dumbfounded manner as he muttered: "This kid is awesome to a complete mess!"
