Crisis

As everyone knows, the Archer class is generally quite squishy. If you were to ask what happens when an Archer takes several Tier 10 spells plus a super-tier spell head-on, the answer is simple.

Peroroncino stood there with his mouth agape and eyes shut, killed instantly on the spot. If damage could stack, he would still owe the enemy three more lives.

The massive damage tore through the layers of the base's defenses, even ripping off the ceiling. The companions still inside grabbed Vier and fled in a hurry, gathering together to watch Gabriel and the others with wary eyes.

Although Gabriel was still in a weakened state after casting the super-tier spell, he hovered in the air, looking down at Momonga and the others.

"Heh, just these few? It seems I won't need to wait for the Guild Master to arrive to take the Heaven-Supporting God back."

He waved a hand and commanded his companions behind him.

"Get them."

Raphael led the charge with a longsword in hand. Touch Me did not hesitate and engaged him immediately, while the others found their own opponents. In an instant, the scene descended into chaos.

The battle was hair-trigger. Although Momonga's group was small in number, every one of them displayed formidable strength. A few companions who weren't specialized in combat stayed behind them to cast buffs, barely managing to stabilize the front line.

The duel between Touch Me and Raphael was particularly intense; their sword strikes collided, sending dazzling sparks flying everywhere.

Relying on his superb swordsmanship and immense strength, Touch Me beat back Raphael's attacks time and again, while Raphael used his agility and flexible tactics to constantly probe Touch Me's defenses.

On other parts of the battlefield, Momonga and the others utilized their respective specialties to engage in a life-or-death struggle against the enemy.

Despite the fact that Gabriel's side had superior numbers, they didn't gain much of an advantage against the stubborn resistance of Momonga's group.

"I didn't expect that, aside from the two World-class players, these seemingly unremarkable people could actually resist our attacks and display such power."

Gabriel watched the fighting, his brow furrowed. He knew that winning this battle easily would not be simple.

Just then, an arrow suddenly shot out from behind Gabriel, dealing him significant damage.

Gabriel reacted quickly, turning to meet the threat. The owner of the arrow was none other than Peroroncino, who had successfully revived using a delayed resurrection item and immediately rejoined the fray.

Although Peroroncino's strength was not on par with Gabriel's, he possessed a unique combat style. He constantly dodged Gabriel's attacks while searching for opportunities to counter.

While his rapid-fire arrows didn't deal massive damage, they were effective at interrupting Gabriel's skills, which made the situation quite troublesome for him.

Under Peroroncino's interference, Gabriel was forced to divert most of his energy to deal with him, leaving him unable to command his companions on other parts of the battlefield.

Momonga and the others seized this opportunity to launch even fiercer attacks.

As time passed, the disadvantage of Gabriel's side became increasingly obvious. Their formation began to crumble, and their numbers started to dwindle.

Momonga and his group, however, fought with growing vigor. Their coordination was seamless and their tactics sound, allowing them to gradually seize the upper hand.

Thud. Beast King Mekong stomped the last angel into data right in front of Gabriel and his two companions. He turned his head and spat, saying viciously.

"Pah, what kind of trash is this? Thinking they can come and mess with us."

At this moment, the HP and MP of Gabriel and his two companions were bottomed out, and they were covered in various debuffs. Aside from Peroroncino being one-shot at the start, the others were in good condition.

Though they were now prisoners, Gabriel refused to abandon his arrogance, craning his neck to shout.

"Don't think you've won just because of this. Our Guild Master will be here soon, and I suggest you release us immediately."

Mekong tilted his head, thinking the man might be mentally ill. They were already captives, yet his temper was still so flared. Mekong wasn't about to indulge them.

He beckoned to Peroroncino.

"Come here, give him two good slaps to wake him up. Just be careful not to kill him."

Peroroncino, who had originally intended to come out and show off only to be instantly killed, had been feeling embarrassed and was still in a foul mood. But hearing Mekong's request, he instantly perked up.

Eager to try, he walked up to Gabriel and slapped him across the face with a loud crack, knocking him to the ground.

"You! How dare you hit me!"

Gabriel roared, trying to stand up, but Peroroncino pinned him down with a foot to his chest.

"So what if I hit you? Do you really think you're some amazing existence? In front of us, you're nothing but a pile of trash."

While they were busy mocking the trio, Bukubukuchagama and Momonga had finished packing up the resources in the base. The place had been bombed, so they couldn't stay here anymore; it was better to find a new spot to build another one sooner rather than later.

Momonga looked at the group still tormenting Gabriel and stepped forward, saying helplessly.

"Let's just kill them. We've finished packing and it's time to go."

Mekong nodded and prepared to finish the three off. Just then, the dim Poison Frog Swamp was illuminated by holy light. The captured Gabriel waved his hands excitedly and shouted.

"Guild Master, we're here!"

No sooner had Gabriel stood up than Peroroncino kicked him back down, saying,

"Do you have any self-awareness at all?"

Michael arrived in a god-tier carriage pulled by three phoenixes, descending with an air of supreme arrogance.

He sat on the carriage, looking down at Momonga and the others below with a haughty gaze, as if to say, "You people aren't even worthy of looking me in the eye." His voice was full of majesty as he spoke in a tone of condescension.

"Release those three. Hand over the Heaven-Supporting God and I will allow you to leave this place, otherwise, you will all remain here."

Beast King Mekong, a man with a fiery personality, felt his temper explode upon hearing such a demand.

He decided to kill Gabriel on the spot to liven things up for everyone. However, Michael merely raised his hand slightly, and a dazzling ray of light appeared in the sky, piercing straight through Beast King Mekong's body.

The moment he fell to the ground, everyone was stunned. What was this? A special skill? Or some powerful item?

Momonga and Touch Me exchanged a look, and they both understood what the other was thinking. They decided to use the Heaven-Supporting God to take out this arrogant Guild Master Michael and his subordinates.

However, Michael seemed to have already seen through their intentions. He mocked them.

"Do you think having the Heaven-Supporting God makes you invincible? I have already figured out its abilities. You are just walking to your own deaths.

Why do you think I dared to come here alone? The area around the Poison Frog Swamp has long been surrounded by my men. As long as they don't receive my order, they will remain on guard outside.

Shall we place a bet? Let's see if the Heaven-Supporting God in your hands is stronger, or if our Tears of Angels combined with three hundred mercenaries can outlast you."