The Natives Became the Fourth Great Calamity, While the Transmigrated Players Became the Bosses

"Entangle!"

"Flame Strike!"

"Dragon's Breath!"

"Fireball!"

"Ice Bolt!"

"Holy Fire!"

"Concussive Shot!"

"Viper Sting!"

"Serpent Sting!"

"Exorcism!"

"Elemental Curse!"

"Corruption!"

"Moonfire!"

In less than a minute, Shalltear had been forced to endure a ton of damage.

All kinds of dazzling magic and skills nearly lit up the previously gloomy sky.

If she had not possessed the two special abilities, "Self Time Acceleration" and "High-Tier Teleportation," she would probably have died several times over on the spot.

After all, these people were not the useless trash from the original plot who had trouble even breaking through her defenses. They were the "Fourth Great Calamity," enhanced by both Class Panels and life energy.

Even if they died by accident, the Druids would pull them back up with Battle Resurrection.

Thus, even when facing the powerful Level 100 Guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, not only did they show no intention of backing down, they charged forward like madmen under the lure of rewards, terrified that another team would steal the First Kill.

"Damn it! What the hell is wrong with these people?!" Shalltear was clearly terrified by their wolfish, tiger-like aggression.

Especially the look in the eyes of the man charging at the very front. It was practically as though he wanted to pin her to the ground, fuck her, and then kill her.

"Hey! Don't run, monster girl! Come have some fun with me!" A bald brute over two meters tall grinned and taunted her.

"Hahahaha! That's right! Don't be scared! We don't mind your ugly face! As long as the lower half works, that's enough!" Another guy joined in with a lecherous laugh.

"Go to hell, insects! Unholy Impact Shield!"

Shalltear, who had always regarded humans as trash, could never tolerate such humiliation. She immediately flashed forward and