Out of his whole group, John was the one that needed the least amount of training (aside from Thana). A fact that was no excuse to sit on his bum. Reaching level 100 was beneficial for several reasons.
The most important reasons were that he would get access to another Class Level, which he would most likely put into Elentalist again, and that he would fulfil a Quest that would give him two SEP. Both Arcane Explosion and Mana Ray could use an upgrade, John found. The forr because it started to fall behind on the practicality side of things (there was seldomly a reason to use it instead of his elentals or Arcana Strike), the latter because the 300-mana cost was really hard to swallow.
Mana Ray was still good, without a doubt, but the evolution should be able to provide him with sothing better, so was John’s logic. As a matter of fact, he would be happy if he could get his hands on either of the two previously suggested upgrades that had appeared alongside Arcana Strike.
It was the evening of the day, and John, having appeased Nathalia, was staring at the Monster Table. “What are we waiting for?” Momo asked, leaning against one of the brittle walls of the old house that was the exit point of the mansion’s portal. She regretted that decision a mont later, as the poncho that was also, practically, her skin was covered in grey dust.
“Thing is, I am level 96 now,” he explained.
“Ah,” Momo understood. Because Assault automatically updated to the current difficulty, him being level 96 ant that they would face harder opponents. To be exact, they were now on Tier 19. Which ant that they hit a new page on the spawning list.
The fact that the supre deity of the world could make such a blatant mistake was slightly discomforting. Then again, John didn’t know all that much about Gaia aside from what she looked like, that she was suprely powerful and that she was sassy. ‘I really have to wonder how she keeps all of the Abyss in line all the ti if she is just one suprely powerful girl? Another automated system?’ John wondered.
Anyhow, he now had an answer to the question of whether or not the enemies would upgrade, since Gaia had just admitted that Assaults were supposed to run like normal I.D. from a structural standpoint.
“Well, I’ve had enough of cats for a while,” John mumbled and looked over his other choices. He didn’t really feel like fighting Undead, and Ogres sounded like they would ruin his established tactic of fortress building by virtue of being enormous in size. He also had had enough of burning trees, so Forest Elentals were also out. ‘City Elentals or Orcs?’ he asked himself and ultimately decided to go with Orcs. He had spent enough of his life grinding City Elentals.
So, with variety in mind, John created the Assault Dungeon (with a short run ti of 10 minutes, testing the waters was important).
The Orc dungeons always had a rather simple design. The ground beca a grass covered plain, an ocean of giant green waves that made it rather hard to observe the area from the depression in the hills they currently stood in. Only the occasional stone formation interrupted the monotony.
“Let’s get to a high point and see what the initial mobs are like,” John said as his elentals materialized. They were half up one of the many hills when Gno stopped him.
‘I feel footsteps,’ she inford everyone, and her knowledge was shared throughout the ntal network.
The steps ca to a sudden halt just as John’s group did. The enemy had so way of knowing where they were as well and were waiting just over the edge of the hill. They would rush at whoever stuck their head out first. ‘There is an easy solution to this,’ John thought.
A mont later, the hill was split at the top; what was an even crest beca a twin peak as a path appeared right through the mountain. Aclysia’s form, the dress removed in favour of her original body resembling a naked android whose skin-plating was crumbled off in a matter both enticing and censoring, darted straight forwards.
The six orcs that had been lying in ambush were completely taken aback by being assaulted themselves, and the fact that the ground beneath their feet itself had tilted and crumbled didn’t exactly help their footing.
‘…boss,’ John thought as a blue flash galloped over the hills on stubby legs. It would have looked pretty funny if it hadn’t been so damn terrifying. It stord over one hill, then another, and within a few seconds, it was now trampling over the bridge and crashing right into Aclysia.
The artificial guarding was impaled on a tallic tusk, a pained outcry following as the boss stomped around on the spot until she finally glided off the tusk and was thrown into the air.
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