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With calculated precision, Terry’s eyes scanned the chaotic battlefield, his mind racing with tactical possibilities. The onslaught of fireballs hurtling towards him threatened to engulf him in a fiery inferno, but he refused to succumb to panic. In a split second decision, he seized the fallen bodies of the monsters he had defeated, their limp forms serving as crude yet effective shields against the deadly projectiles.

With swift and fluid movements, Terry positioned the lifeless bodies strategically, using them as impromptu barriers to deflect the incoming fireballs. His agile reflexes allowed him to anticipate the trajectory of each flaming orb, maneuvering the bodies in perfect synchronization to intercept the projectiles. The intense heat and searing flames licked at the grotesque shields, threatening to consume them, but Terry remained resolute and focused.

As the fire drakes persisted in their attacks, their frustration grew evident. Terry’s resourcefulness frustrated their attempts to bring him down. With each successful deflection, he defied their fiery assault, pushing forward against all odds. When the beasts were hit against the corpses, Terry would quickly dispose of them with a quick barrage of punches on their faces... his new weapon reached a new level of power, after all.

Incomplete Greysteel Power Armor - Lv 08 (40/80 EXP) (Uncommon)

Attack Power: 80

Defense: 80

Magic Defense: 80

Attack Speed: 80%

Movement Speed: 80%

Mana: 400/400

Durability: 60/80

Attack Power Up increases attack Power by fifteen percent.

Four hits in the head. That was what Terry had to do in order to kill them all. Still... that wasn’t his goal. He was only wasting time. With a final surge of strength and determination, Terry managed to overcome the relentless assault of the fire drakes. He stood amidst the charred battlefield, his power armor smoldering from the intense heat. However, instead of reveling in his victory, a sense of frustration washed over him. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Terry’s eyes scanned the area, searching for any remnants of the target. But to his annoyance, there was no trace of him. They had vanished without a trace, leaving behind nothing.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Terry grumbled under his breath. He had hoped to gather information or extract answers from that guy in one way or the other, but there was no point in thinking about it now. He failed and couldn’t have been helped.

As Terry made his way back to where Vanessa was, he found her diligently tending to the unconscious prisoners, who lay sprawled on the ground. Vanessa’s eyes shimmered with determination as she used her unique magic to heal herself. With a focused gesture, she directed a surge of energy toward her wound, causing it to glow with intense, fiery light.

A wave of heat radiated from the wound as Vanessa’s magic took effect. The burn on her skin slowly sealed shut, leaving behind a faint scorch mark as a reminder of the injury. Despite the discomfort, Vanessa’s face remained resolute. Eventually, she used her healing magic, and soon the scar disappeared as well... it seemed that the extra magic power granted by the bow helped her once again.

"They have been poisoned, but my healing magic can do something about this," Vanessa explained.

The enemies had cunningly chosen to incapacitate the guild masters rather than end their lives. It became clear that the poison coursing through their veins was carefully designed to keep them alive but in a state of deep unconsciousness.

The existence of a poison capable of incapacitating hunters in such a manner was completely unfamiliar to them. It was probably something that the new ally of those assholes granted them.

While Vanessa was healing the guild masters, Terry went to recheck the bodies of the enemies. He confirmed that he killed everyone in the same manner, so it was clear that the one that escaped was revived to report what had happened to the others. They didn’t have any poison with them either...

The realization hit them hard. Their adversaries possessed a level of sophistication and understanding that surpassed their expectations. The fact that this poison had eluded detection for decades only further emphasized the cunning and meticulous nature of their enemy.

"Those guys said that the humans are doomed, and their new allies are too much for humans, and maybe it isn’t just about power... if they can give power to humans and produce poison like this, they will be hard to deal with," Terry thought.

Joan, a red-haired seasoned warrior with a strong build, donned a suit of heavy plate armor that gleamed in the dim light. Her weapon of choice was a massive two-handed sword, its blade polished to a mirror-like shine. Etchings and engravings adorned the hilt, a testament to the countless battles she had fought.

Vincent, a nimble and agile hunter that had brown hair, wore a set of sleek leather armor that blended seamlessly with his movements. His weapon, a longbow crafted from reinforced wood, was adorned with intricate carvings that depicted scenes of nature. The quiver on his back held a myriad of arrows, each meticulously fletched and tipped with deadly precision.

Mary, a blonde master of arcane arts, radiated an aura of mysticism. She wore flowing robes woven with enchantments, the fabric shimmering with faint magical energies. In her hands, she held a slender staff, its crystal head pulsating with ethereal energy. With a simple gesture, she could unleash devastating spells upon her foes.

Dean, a burly and experienced shaved-headed fighter, favored practicality and durability. He wore a suit of sturdy chainmail interwoven with reinforced leather for added protection. Strapped to his waist was a trusty broadsword, its hilt wrapped in worn leather, a testament to the battles it had seen. He exuded an air of confidence and relied on his brute strength to overcome any obstacle.

Samuel, a nimble and agile black-haired rogue, blended seamlessly with the shadows. He wore a sleek set of dark leather armor that allowed him to move with stealth and grace. Strapped to his sides were twin daggers, their blades honed to a razor’s edge. He was a master of ambushes and quick strikes, always seeking the perfect opportunity to exploit his enemies’ weaknesses.

"They are supposed to look impressive, but they don’t look like that right now," Terry thought once the guild masters woke up and sat down near the bonfire that he made.