War God-Style Boss Caro

Seeing a whole barrage of spells already coming at him, Caroso leaped back into the elevator, then sprang high into the air, dodging part of the magical bombardment.

Caroso threw out two more cards: one Elemental Companion and one ice-element card.

An ice shield appeared before Caroso, but it was quickly corroded by the magic.

With several people attacking at once, they truly were not so easy to evade. Besides, Caroso was not a conventional mage; his elemental affinity was inferior to a mage's.

Boom!

Seizing the chance, Caroso thrust his longsword upward again, blasting a huge hole through the top of the elevator. He shot straight up through it.

He had escaped.

In the pitch-black elevator shaft, amid countless turning gears, Caroso bounded from side to side, using them as footholds to climb upward.

Quite a few cultists had already chased into the elevator. The elevator began rising, and they intended to crush Caroso to death.

Caroso tossed out a card, and a sword appeared in his hand.

It was only an ordinary sword, a two-star blue-quality one.

With a flick of his small hand, Caroso drove the longsword into the wall, jamming the elevator in place.

Crack, crack.

The longsword rapidly bent. It looked as though it would not hold for long.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... Using the hole Caroso had made, those people attacked him with black spells.

Caroso threw out two more cards: Elemental Companion and Ice Shield.

Another ice shield appeared, blocking an attack for Caroso.

He had used 3 points on the Legendary Longsword, 6 on Ice Shield, 6 on the two Purifications, and 2 on the ordinary longsword. Caroso had already spent seventeen points.

Taking advantage of the moment, Caroso fixed his eyes on an elevator door.

Boom!

Another explosive sword strike blasted a huge gap in the elevator door.

All kinds of spells flew wildly inside, as though a fierce battle was underway. Before Caroso stood quite a few cultists.

Caroso did not hesitate. Returning to the crowd at a time like this was certainly a good choice.

He pushed off the bronze wall once more and shot into the corridor.

Here, the cultists were fighting the outsiders.

"Older brother!" Nimel stood behind the others, casting ice-element spells.

The outsiders seemed to have adapted to this place and were forcing their way through. Paladins guarded the perimeter, using holy light to fend off the black evil spirits.

The next layer inward consisted of warriors, ready to charge at any moment.

Further inside were those casting spells. Nimel was among them. Those who cast spells were not only mages, but also druids, shamans, and warlocks, who were uncommon in the Perus Kingdom.

At the very center were priests. They could attack with holy-light spells and heal with holy-light spells, but none of them used holy light to steal cards...

This formation?

It was rather unreasonable!

Normally, these people would find it hard to unite. They were not even from the same country. Killing people from other nations earned rewards, so who would dare turn their back on someone else?

Caroso did not think much about it, nor did he pay attention to Nimel. While the cultists were all using cards to cast spells, he blended into their ranks.

These cultists wore gray robes rather than black ones. There was no telling whether that meant they were higher-ranking or lower-ranking.

Seeing a "companion" enter from the elevator in such a manner, quite a few cultists froze for a moment.

The instant Caroso landed, before he could even steady himself, he shot out a card and used his momentum to swing Bintink's Flaming Sword in place.

"The one you face is Caroso Kolia!"

[Name: Blade Storm]

[Category: Spell]

[Star Level: 3]

[Grade: Purple Epic]

[Class Restriction: Warrior]

[Description: Your sword can create endless possibilities. When you have a sword in hand and countless enemies around you, you can unleash a storm that belongs to you!]

This card had not been provided to Caroso by Netizens. It was one of Caroso's own cards, best suited for group battles.

Like a flaming whirlwind, Caroso spun amid the enemy ranks.

"Ah!!!!"

"Why are you attacking us?!"

"Help!"

"The plan has gone wrong!"

"Gods!"

The cultists screamed as countless of them were caught in Caroso's whirling blades and cut down!

When a group of mages was caught at close range by a warrior, this was what happened...

And Caroso was a warrior who could one day set foot on the path of seeking the God of War!

Red patterns surfaced on Caroso's face, his eyes gradually turning crimson. The flaming longsword in his hand suddenly grew longer, while his magic power and strength surged wildly.

If Caroso's aptitude had been tested at that moment, it would have been shocking to find that his strength growth had reached the terrifying EX rank—a level only Kong or Bai could attain if one of them died, a talent capable of stepping into God Domain!

When Blade Storm began, one of the female Outsiders made a stopping gesture, preventing the others from continuing to cast spells.

More than twenty cultists were slain on the spot by Caroso, severed limbs and mangled remains scattering across the floor.

The enemy formation was thrown into complete disarray. Those who had not died retreated frantically, dodging Blade Storm.

Once the skill ended, Caroso flung aside the black robe soaked through with blood, revealing his original clothes. With his back to all the Outsiders and his longsword planted in the ground, he looked like the God of War incarnate!

This nauseating battlefield clearly did not affect anyone present. After all, they were all veterans who had cleared this place many times.

[Holy shit, Boss Caro is finally getting that vibe.]

[Yeah, yeah, this is how Boss Caro was supposed to be.]

[Cool as hell!]

[How many would he have killed if he'd used Blade Storm down there just now?]

[Do you think the enemies wouldn't move or something...]

[Blade Storm has a certain damage-reduction effect. It doesn't make him immune to damage.]

"Older brother!" Nimel excitedly rushed out of formation, ran to Caroso's side, and stood with him.

"Are you all right?" Caroso glanced at Nimel. The red patterns on his body had already faded, as though they had never existed.

"Mm, I killed three cultists!" Nimel nodded vigorously.

Caroso grabbed Nimel's little hand, and the two swiftly retreated.

"Everyone, focus fire on the elevator entrance!" Caroso ordered.

Caroso's entrance had been far too dazzling, and he had taken out so many enemies in one stroke. He had struck first and seized the initiative, thoroughly stunning all the Outsiders.

At his command, the Outsiders instinctively aimed at the elevator entrance and began casting spells.

With a ding, the elevator stopped there, and a large group of black-clad figures filed out one after another.

Vines sprang up and bound many of them in place.

"Ah!"

Some of the black-clad figures howled in agony. Several black lines connected to their bodies, and streaks of red light flowed along those lines toward Caroso.

Crackle, crackle...

Chain lightning crawled over their bodies, followed by blasts of holy light crashing into them one after another. The scene was utterly lively.