Lance seed to realize sothing upon witnessing the scene. The strength of this Collector was definitely greater than the previous one.
He couldn't let it recover, so Lance, without hesitation, charged again with his greatsword.
The Collector, seeing this, imdiately summoned its collection. Three skulls that comprised its body flew out. These collectibles must have belonged to powerful individuals in their lifeti, given the Collector had gathered them.
The mont they detached, their Spiritual Essence conjured the illusion of their forr bodies, which, though epheral, demonstrated their bizarre power.
However, they were up against the even more bizarre Lance. With a sweep of his sword, he smacked the collectibles away like flies; they couldn't even slow him down.
Lance's strides quickly closed the distance between them. When he drew near, the Collector could no longer hold back and unfolded its Yellow Robe, revealing to the approaching Lance the collectibles it wore.
If it had been an ordinary person, they probably would have been frightened by the terrifying faces.
But who was Lance?
Would he be affected by these things?
Not as impressive as Dam...
The greatsword in Lance's hands was raised high, and his muscles began to coil, gathering more strength with each incrent the blade fell.
"Eat this!"
With a fierce shout, all of that power was about to explode the instant they made contact.
Since it had lifted its Yellow Robe, one could see the mont the Sword Blade touched the Collector's body. The collectibles' skulls shattered, spines broke, and twisted tentacles were severed—nothing could withstand the edge of the sword; it was like cutting through bamboo.
However, this ti the Collector didn't hit the ground. Instead, it flew out, avoiding the subsequent attack, but the recently sealed crack widened once again, even threatening its core.
One more hit, and it would probably be split open.
The life-or-death crisis caused the skeletal head to shake violently, even striking repeatedly against its cage-like helt. The ethereal blue light intensified.
Those collectibles that Lance had knocked away earlier didn't simply die off; upon being summoned back, they hurriedly flew into the Yellow Robe.
In turn, three other collectibles with unusual appearances erged.
Facing this situation, Lance hesitated for a mont. He was slightly puzzled by the Collector's purpose in switching collectibles.
But the next scene made him quickly understand.
The ethereal bodies of the collectibles materialized, and one could vaguely make out that they must have been Clergy from the Church in their previous lives.
The mont one appeared, it raised its insubstantial arm, and Lance saw Supernatural Power blessing the Collector. Its exaggerated wounds healed faster, and its condition gradually improved.
Damn, a health pack.
"Dismas, shoot the one raising its hand!" Lance realized sothing and pointed directly at the collectible, marking it out from the many others.
No sooner had the words fallen than the waiting Dismas, without any hesitation, pulled the trigger toward the collectible marked by the Lord.
A gunshot rang out, and the bullet whistled through the air, but unexpectedly, an anomaly occurred among the collectibles.
One of them, a rcenary wielding a Great Shield, materialized and positioned itself in front of the marked collectible.
The miraculous display of Supernatural Power took effect—the bullet, upon coming into contact with the epheral Great Shield, actually slowed down. Although it eventually still hit the Great Shield collectible's skull, its force was greatly reduced, resulting in only a little flesh splattering.
"Damn it! Hurry up and help the Lord," Dismas realized sothing was amiss and quickly reloaded another round while calling out to his teammates.
Taking advantage of this brief mont, Boudica and Tadiff, realizing the situation, hastened forward upon hearing his call.
But Lance was quicker. However, the collectible with the Great Shield stood resolutely in front of the Collector, trying to block the incoming enemy and buy more ti for the Collector to recover.
But to Lance, the Collector was already as good as dead, not to ntion its collectibles. No matter how many tricks it played, it couldn't escape inevitable death; this was his absolute confidence in his own strength.
Lance didn't even use his sword. He charged forward and reached out to grab.
The Great Shield, ford by Supernatural Power and capable of slowing bullets, failed to stop him at all. His large hand pierced right through it, and its spectral body was dispersed by so strange force, leaving only its twisted, grotesque core.
Lance didn't care about that. He grabbed the spine of the Great Shield collectible and swung it like a teor Hamr toward the Priest collectible.
Their two heads collided with a muffled, explosive sound. The Priest collectible's ghostly figure shattered instantly, its skull sent flying, and naturally, the healing ritual was interrupted.
The skull of the collectible in Lance's hand was also smashed, or perhaps stunned, as it went limp, its tentacles drooping.
With a casual activation of Sacrifice, Lance felt that the spiritual feedback from this collectible was indeed more substantial than those he had encountered before.
If the previous one was an Apprentice, then this one was surely an Elite.
But he had no more ti to think about these things because the Collector was right in front of him.
He swung his sword, but the Collector had learned its lesson. It imdiately detached a collectible from itself to block while controlling other collectibles to attack.
The Collector's twisted thods had constructed their Extraordinary bodies: Knights clad in full Armor wielding Longswords, muscle-bound rcenaries with axes, and strangely shaped, Spear-wielding Alien Races...
No one knew how many collectibles the Collector actually possessed, but those it brought out obviously had formidable power.
Facing the encirclent, Lance was utterly fearless. He didn't even bother to defend—his greatsword had only one target.
The Sword Blade, empowered with strength, effortlessly ripped through the obstructing collectible, but by the ti it reached the Collector, its force had been significantly diminished.
The attacks of those collectibles, glowing with a pale blue luminescence, all landed on Lance: swords cut, great axes descended, and sharp spears pierced.
This scene made Boudica, who had caught up, let out a cry of alarm.
"Boss!"
This crisis sent Boudica into overdrive. Adrenaline surged, and her war-painted face filled with rage.
"WAAAGH!!!"
She charged forward swiftly, swinging her War Halberd in a leaping cleave. The sudden burst of strength caused even the haft of the halberd to bend slightly, but the power it carried was also terrifying.
The rcenary collectible closest to her had its skull split open by the strike, and the tentacled creatures residing within were instantly killed.
That wasn't all. Boudica landed and charged forward again, her War Halberd piercing another collectible, scattering its already fragile form.
On the other side, Tadiff also flung out his hook chain, yanking the last collectible away from Lance, his axe cleaving through its rotting skull.
"Boss, are you alright?" Boudica panted, drawing near Lance. The recent outburst had clearly taken a toll on her.
"I'm fine. Those guys can't hurt ."
What could possibly happen to ? Those guys' attacks can't even break my defense. It was Boudica and the others suddenly intervening that broke his rhythm.
But Lance couldn't bla them. They were the kind of companions who would risk everything to save him.
"You guys handle those collectibles. Leave the big one to ."
Lance didn't waste words. He wouldn't give the Collector a chance to recover. After a simple command, he charged again, greatsword in tow.
Boudica and the others might not have seen Lance's extraordinariness, but the Collector could feel it. It seed to understand his immunity to Supernatural Power, so the collectibles it launched didn't even bother to manifest bodies; they just flew headlong toward Lance.
Lance didn't even glance at them as he charged straight through. The first collectible trying to approach him fell at the sound of a gunshot, its skull blasted off.
"PTOOEY." Dismas bit open the next paper cartridge, casually spitting out the soaked paper scraps.
As Boudica and Tadiff pushed forward on the flanks, they dealt with the remaining collectibles, clearing a path for Lance.
The way forward was clear...
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