EBE Chapter 624 Iron Curtain City, Twilight Fortress
Chapter 624 Iron Curtain City, Twilight Fortress
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"The last 10%! Everyone, unleash your burst damage!"
Marcus DuPont's voice exploded in the team channel, like a thunderbolt striking everyone's ears.
The final boss hall of Twilight Fortress features a towering dome and walls inlaid with dark purple crystals, the light emanating from which shrouds the entire space in an eerie twilight.
But nobody cared about these things.
All eyes were on the figure suspended in mid-air—the Earl of Twilight.
This level 45 BOSS was dressed in a dark red robe, his face was as pale as paper, and his scarlet eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light in the twilight.
His hands were constantly gathering shadow energy, and each wave of his hand would explode a black, corrosive area on the ground.
"Jack, you hold the line! Isabella, use Ice Wall to block his Shadow Bolts!" Marcus shouted in the chat as he charged toward the BOSS with his two-handed greatsword.
Jack Carnegie raised his shield, and a thick layer of rock and earth shield appeared around his body, steadily blocking the BOSS's normal attack.
His feet seemed to be rooted to the ground. Each of Twilight Earl's attacks that hit the shield only made his body sway slightly, but the stone slabs beneath his feet had already cracked in several places.
"No problem, I can handle it!" Jack said through gritted teeth. The earthen shield on his shield was hissing as it was corroded by the BOSS's shadow energy, but new earthen material kept surging up from the ground to fill the gaps.
Isabella Ford stood in the back row, tapped her staff lightly, and an icy blue area of ice unfolded beneath the BOSS's feet.
Frost spread from the ground, covering an area of ten meters around Earl Twilight.
The BOSS's movements became noticeably slower, and the speed at which it could quickly gather Shadow Bolts also slowed down.
"The slowdown effect has taken effect, but it's very short-lived. He'll clear the negative status every five seconds!" Isabella's voice was calm and precise, like a precise timer counting down.
Marcus has already rushed up to the BOSS.
His two-handed greatsword was crackling with lightning, and blue electric sparks danced across its blade, emitting a buzzing sound.
This is the mark of his SS-tier talent [Thunder Herald] – each sword strike is imbued with the power of lightning, not only dealing extra damage when attacking, but also paralyzing the opponent and reducing their defense.
The greatsword struck the Twilight Earl's Shadow Shield, causing lightning to explode, the shield to vibrate violently, and several fine cracks to appear.
"His shield has an absorption limit, focus fire!" Marcus roared.
Three hundred elite members of the Imperial Barrier opened fire simultaneously.
The mages' fireballs, ice arrows, and arcane missiles; the archers' piercing arrows and explosive arrows; the assassins' backstabs and poison blades; the warriors' whirlwind slashes and thunderbolts—the light of all sorts of skills illuminated the entire BOSS hall as if it were daytime.
The Twilight Earl's shield shattered after ten seconds.
But the BOSS's counterattack also came.
He spread his arms, and a shockwave of shadow erupted from his body.
The shockwave spread outwards from him, tearing apart the stone slabs on the ground and creating a piercing shriek.
The tanks in the front row raised their shields to block, but the force of the shockwave was transmitted through the shields to their bodies, and several tanks with less than half of their health were instantly knocked out.
"Healing! Group healing!" Marcus shouted.
The priests and druids behind immediately cast group healing spells, the green life energy and golden holy light intertwining to restore everyone's health.
But the BOSS's second wave of attacks came right away.
The Twilight Earl's figure vanished from the spot and reappeared in the middle of the healing team in the back row a second later.
This is his signature skill – Shadow Step.
"He's moved to the back row! Protect him while he's receiving treatment!" Jack Carnegie's voice changed.
He turned and ran back, but the tanks were slow to begin with, and by the time he got there, the healers would probably all be dead.
Marcus reacted the fastest.
Instead of chasing the BOSS, he raised his left hand, palm up.
A bolt of lightning shot from his palm into the sky, exploding in the dome of the BOSS hall, turning into countless tiny arcs of electricity that covered the entire back row area.
This is his area control skill – [Thunder Net].
The electric arc struck Earl Twilight; although the damage was low, the paralysis effect took effect.
The BOSS's body stiffened for a second.
One second is enough.
The damage dealers in the back row immediately spread out, and the healers took the opportunity to cast shields and heal themselves before scattering and no longer crowding together.
"Scatter! He can only kill one!" Isabella shouted in the channel.
Count Twilight recovered from the paralysis, his scarlet eyes sweeping over the scattered medical team, and he let out a cold snort.
He did not continue the pursuit, but disappeared again, returning to the center of the hall.
"His Shadowstep has a 15-second cooldown."
Roderick Stanford's voice came through the channel, calm as if he were reading a report.
"He used it once just now, and the next time will be... in twelve seconds. Also, I marked his weak point—his left chest, near his heart, where the shadow energy fluctuations are strongest; it should be his core."
Roderick stood in a corner at the edge of the hall, his crossbow aimed at the BOSS, but he never fired an arrow.
His task is not to produce output, but to observe, analyze, and label.
The [Tracking Lock] talent makes his gaze like a scalpel, able to precisely dissect the BOSS's defenses and find the most fatal gap.
"Attention everyone, the BOSS will jump to the back row again in twelve seconds. Isabella, put up an ice wall to block his retreat. Jack, take the tank and go back to defend in advance. Don't let him run back to the middle." Marcus issued one command after another, speaking as fast as a machine gun, but each one was precise and to the point.
That's Marcus's style.
He wasn't the smartest commander, nor the strongest warrior, but he possessed an innate battlefield instinct—the ability to grasp the key in chaos and find a turning point before collapse.
Twelve seconds later.
The Earl of Twilight disappeared again.
But this time, the moment he landed, the ground beneath his feet was a patch of icy blue.
Isabella cast [Extreme Cold Domain] two seconds before his likely location—right in the center of the healing team.
Frost spread across the ground, freezing the BOSS's feet.
Although it only froze for a fraction of a second, that was enough.
Jack and ten tanks had already returned to defend, their shields forming an iron wall that surrounded the BOSS.
The healers and damage dealers in the back row calmly retreated, moving out of the BOSS's attack range.