"You've got magical materials, mana ore, and magic coins, right? Should we head back now? Can the front-line battlefield manage without you?" Kiriri suddenly grew worried.
They had been teleported here. Although the mana in their bodies had been depleted, they should still have been able to use their stored magical materials to cast teleportation magic and return—unless those materials had also become useless in this world.
"Don't worry. I believe in them. Even without me, Libria isn't someone to be trifled with. Besides, I left behind a red line. If Gard's army sets foot in Exar again, some of the Demon King's army commanders won't just stand by." Mel was far less worried about the war on the front lines.
Firearms had already stepped onto the stage of history. Those cavalrymen and ordinary soldiers were nothing more than lambs awaiting slaughter.
No matter how formidable those cavalrymen were, they couldn't possibly break through the firepower of water-cooled machine guns.
There were already very few powerful figures openly serving Gard, and the Mysterious Organization might not even have many Legendary-level fighters.
At level 50, fighters could gain a passive skill called [Martial God Inheritance]. The young man before him clearly had not taken that step yet. Perhaps only by truly comprehending Martial God Inheritance could one break through level 50, just as Mel himself had once been trapped at a bottleneck.
As long as he could learn a fighter's skills, his growth would become incredibly fast. After all, no skill had any threshold for him. He could even learn the level 100 [Star Shattering Leg]. In the overpowered version of this class, even bosses could have their health bars emptied with a single kick.
Once people got used to playing such brainless classes, it became difficult for them to go