Mythical World RPG

The Power of the Game God (part 1)

"Guardian," said Satria with a grin. His body immediately felt cool.

"Maximum defense!"

"Time distortion!"

"Full magic resistance!" Satria said, using three guardian techniques at once. Of course, it surprised the man with the best armor because it was infrequent for someone to use three techniques simultaneously.

From the sky, a large flash of lightning flashed toward Satria at that moment. A sizeable smoldering fire appeared in front of him that shot towards him. From behind, Satria immediately appeared with a cold white mist that formed small chunks of ice that hit Satria.

From above the sky also appeared many fiery arrows like rain. From Satria's left and right sides saw arrows of fire and ice that shot fast. While from several directions, there was an air pressure like a sword slashed by lightning, some were accompanied by a smoldering fire. In addition, three air slashes were also shot simultaneously as air slashes that looked like wind needles.

From a distance, a bullet can also be seen shooting toward Satria. Still, as time goes on, the number of bullets increases as if doubling, plus there is a ray of lightning that strikes from the g*n that shoots towards Satria. All of the attacks rushed simultaneously, giving rise to various light gradations of different colors.

'Bhamrrrr'

'Boomrrr'

'Dhamrrr'

'Dhomrr'

Loud booms sounded successive, and smoke and dust immediately soared into the air from where Satria was standing. The impact was so strong that the ground they stepped on seemed to vibrate like an earthquake. The effect immediately created a gaping hole in the ground around where Satria was standing, indicating how strong the impact was. All the women tied up in the distance seemed to have lost hope of being free, for such many powerful attacks would be difficult for Satria to dodge.

"Looks like he's been reduced to ashes," said one swordsman, looking at the black smoke and rising dust.

"Three-tier four magics have hit him hard, no matter how strong a fighter will be," said one wizard as he gripped his wand tightly.

"But I heard he used Guardian's technique," said one ranger.

"No way, he was using a fighter punch technique," said one fighter.

"No, I also heard he used three guardian techniques at once," Gion said. Hearing this, they were immediately shocked, even though they saw Satria using a fighter's fighting technique. But they couldn't refute their own guild master's words.

"Wizards!" said Satria, who was still standing firmly amid a puff of dust and smoke. There were only a few minor bruises on his body and some parts of his torn clothes.

"Looks like they deserve to be my maximum strength guinea pig," muttered Satria with a grin.

"Top tier magic: Thunderbolt!" said Satria while raising his right hand. The sky suddenly darkened, the ground trembled, and the wind blew. Everyone immediately looked up when they saw flashes of lightning so bright in the sky. All the wizards, sorcerers, priests, clerics, and alchemists in that place were immediately stunned that they unconsciously dropped whatever they were holding without feeling.

"Impossible..." said a sorcerer.

"This is... tier seven magic," said a wizard.

Dimly Satria's body was seen again without any significant injuries, and suddenly everyone there was even more shocked. Gion and the guardians were shocked to see Satria's condition was fine after taking many heavy blows. Not even the guardians could survive the attack earlier.

Satria seemed to smile with his right hand that was immediately moved downwards. At that moment, a large bolt of lightning from the sky directly descended down onto the village square where they were standing. The roar of the wind that accompanies it sounded thunderous. Everyone couldn't move anymore to see it.

'Tarr'

'Dhomrr'

Lightning flashed quickly and caused a violent boom, and the ground shook violently, accompanied by the roar of the boisterous wind rumbling. Chunks of dirt instantly flew into the air and shattered into dust. The bright light hitting the ground made the tied women close their eyes. Satria had already calculated that his magic would not hit them.

The bodies of those people from the Rhino Guild were instantly scorched to ashes after being struck by such a bolt of powerful lightning. Even the guardians with muscular endurance were unable to withstand it. Since the beginning of their level, they were all around a dozen, or at most level 40. Even the guardians that were there at the highest level were probably around level 20.

Compared to other job classes, guardians are pretty difficult to level up because the damage is slight. The EXP (experience) they get is also small if they manage to defeat monsters or explore dungeons. In just an instant, the guardians of the Rhino Guild members were instantly slaughtered by Satria's tier 7 or highest level magic.

Now in the village square, a huge gaping black hole was immediately created because of the lightning magic used by Satria. Smoke was billowing from the crater again. Satria himself was still standing in the middle of the hole with his breath out. However, high-level magic did drain a lot of his MP (mana points).

"It turns out that I can still use tier seven magic. But without a magic wand and other supporting items, it feels like it's quite draining a lot of my mp," said Satria while looking around him.

Dimly the dust and smoke began to fade, and now the sky had started to turn a dim red after the darkness that blocked it had disappeared. The sun on the western horizon seemed to have started to set. Still, when Satria looked away from the sky, he was suddenly surprised when he saw that Gion, the guild leader, was still safe and some distance from the big hole. It seems that his left hand has disappeared, and part of his left leg has also turned black. It seemed that Satria's magic still hit him before he could get away completely.

"Do not move! If you move, then I will kill them!" threatened Gion breathlessly, blood flowing from the edges of his lips too. Gion drew the sword in his right hand at the bound woman.