Lin Yun immediately raised Gork's Blood Axe and brought it down on the man in front of him.
"Carry a bag of rice up how many floors? Greater Improved Critical Strike, Mythic Power Attack, Psionic Assault." Even Lin Yun couldn't tell whether this guy really was a so-called Norscan Champion.
But that didn't stop Lin Yun from unleashing a burst of power.
Of course, he still tried to conserve as much as possible.
After all, this war might drag on for a long time.
That was one of the reasons Lin Yun hadn't equipped his weapon with Deep Crystal as he usually did.
The other reason was that Deep Crystal Weapon was starting to fall behind Lin Yun's damage output. It felt almost unnecessary now.
Even though he was trying to conserve his strength, Lin Yun still made use of another effect of Mythic Power Attack.
Spending 1 point of Mythic Power let him ignore the penalty from Power Attack.
"D20+17+6+5+4+3=41, hit."
"D20+17+6+5+4+3=47, hit."
In most situations, an AC of 40 was already very high.
Lin Yun's savage axe crashed straight into the Norscan Champion's body.
"64D6+25+5+20+3=238." Violet-green light flared nine times.
The heavy blow nearly severed the Norscan Champion's shoulder.
More importantly, it sent him crashing to the ground, mouth agape and eyes shut.
Ah, that felt good.
"Masterful Final Strike." Lin Yun immediately swung his axe at another Norscan Champion.
"D20+17+6+5+4+3=54, critical hit." "D20+17+6+5+4+3=46, critical confirmed."
It was a shame he hadn't rolled a natural 20; otherwise, he could have used a devastating critical.
Still, this was more than enough.
Without a doubt, this attack was even more terrifying than the one he'd just made with Greater Improved Critical Strike.
"64D6+25+5+100+3=517."
Lin Yun was like some Big Boss, and these Norscan Champions—renowned even in Norsca—had been cut down