Only My Weapons Level UP

As the portal vanished before their eyes, a collective gasp of shock escaped the lips of Terry’s guild members. The realization hit them like a hammer, shattering their hopes of a safe retreat. Panic surged through their veins, gripping their hearts with a vice-like grip.

The sudden disappearance of their only escape route left them stranded in a hostile and unknown realm. Desperation took hold, spreading like wildfire among the guild members. Their eyes darted around, searching for a solution, a glimmer of hope in the face of impending doom.

Fear coursed through the guild members’ veins, their hearts pounding with a mix of dread and disbelief. The sheer number and ferocity of the approaching monsters were overwhelming. Their faces turned pale, their hands trembling as they clutched their weapons tighter, searching for strength amidst the encroaching despair.

"Form three lines and split them to face all of the groups at once!" Terry shouted.

In a flurry of urgency, Terry’s guild members moved into action, moving with a sense of purpose amidst the chaos thanks to the orders. The air crackled with a mix of anxiety and determination as they hastily formed three defensive lines, each composed of ten warriors.

A sobering reality settled over the guild members as they assumed their positions. They couldn’t ignore the stark contrast in size between their three lines and the overwhelming horde of monsters converging upon them. The monsters loomed large, their menacing forms casting a daunting shadow that seemed to stretch infinitely.

The warriors exchanged uneasy glances, their confidence momentarily shaken by the sheer scale of their opposition. Doubts whispered in the back of their minds, questioning if their efforts would be enough if their small defensive lines could hold back the relentless tide of monstrosities.

Terry had planned to level up his bracers a lot, but he was forced to change his tactics. Terry equipped his crossbow and then began to attack the enemies on all sides by expending the mana in his bracers. The beasts tried to defend themselves, but the impacts blew them away and lowered their advance.

Fire Crossbow Lv 14 (25/150 EXP) (Common)

Magic Power: 30

Cost: 05 MP

Durability: 35/36

(Spiritual Essence: when this weapon causes the damage that killed the target, the mana used will be restored to the user.)

(Continuous Shots: Increases the power of each bolt by five percent when firing them nonstop.)

Rebecca wielded the Icicle Bow with unrivaled deadly precision. As the monsters surged towards the defensive lines, she stepped forward, her eyes focused, and her movements fluid like a dance. She took aim, her gaze unwavering, and released the arrow with a resounding twang.

The arrow soared through the air, leaving a trail of sparkling frost in its wake. In a display of astonishing speed and precision, it found its mark, piercing the heart of a charging monster. The creature staggered, its movements slowed by the icy enchantment that spread through its body.

Without missing a beat, Rebecca seamlessly transitioned to her next target. With each pull of the bowstring, her movements were fluid and effortless, as if she and the Icicle Bow were one. Her shots were a symphony of deadly accuracy, raining down upon the approaching monsters like a hailstorm.

"Focus on defense! These motherfuckers are all going to die by our hand now!" Terry shouted.

Although he said that, Terry charged at the enemies while wearing the Hard Gloves. His muscles tensed, his fists clenched, ready to unleash a flurry of devastating blows upon his adversaries.

With each step he took, the ground seemed to tremble beneath him, echoing his unwavering resolve. As he closed the distance, Terry’s fists became a blur, striking left and right with lightning speed. The impact of his punches reverberated through the air, shattering the skulls of his unfortunate opponents.

His movements were a symphony of precision and power, a testament to his honed combat skills. Terry’s triple attacks left the enemies reeling, unable to defend themselves against the onslaught. His fists connected with bone-crushing force, sending shockwaves of pain through his foes’ bodies.

But it was his signature move, the Sonic Punch, that truly showcased Terry’s awe-inspiring strength. Drawing upon his inner energy, he gathered a surge of power within his fist, causing it to crackle like an electrifying aura. With a thunderous roar, Terry unleashed the Sonic Punch. This devastating strike shattered the air itself and blew away dozens of enemies.

His fists were charged with the effects of Power Boost, and then he jumped backward with all his might while the enemies charged at him. His backflip made him spin several times in the air before he landed in front of his soldiers. The groups still had the chance to see him doing that before the other lines of enemies finally reached the guild members. Still, with their determination fired up and the group feeling like nothing could stop them, they roared and then faced the enemies.

"Focus on covering everyone and healing the wounded," Terry said and then passed the healing wand to Rebecca. "We can’t afford to lose a single person here."

Rebecca nodded. The importance of not losing a single member of the guild became obvious for several reasons. Firstly, the bond between guild members ran deep, forged through countless battles, shared victories, and the bonds of friendship. Each member held a unique place within the guild, contributing their skills, knowledge, and unwavering support. The loss of even a single member would create an irreplaceable void, leaving the guild bereft of their unique contributions and leaving their comrades mourning the loss of a dear friend.

Secondly, the battle was not merely a clash of physical might but a test of mental fortitude and morale. The monsters, with their overwhelming numbers and ferocity, sought to break the spirits of the guild members to instill fear and doubt in their hearts. However, the unity and strength of the guild acted as a powerful deterrent against such despair. The knowledge that every member stood strong, united in their resolve, created a formidable barrier against the enemy’s psychological onslaught.

Furthermore, the survival of each guild member represented a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. Their unyielding spirit and resilience served as inspiration for the entire guild, a reminder that victory was within their grasp. It fueled their determination, reinforcing their belief that they could overcome any obstacle thrown their way.