335 7.63 Joint Party Raid That Went Awry...!

"TANK THEM...DONT LET THEM PASS-THROUGH..." the leader of the Flaming Arrows commanded through the din as the swordsman with their tower iron shields blocked the only entrance and exit of the demons that seemed to had emerged from Hades and only let them pass one at a time as archers and mages bombarded each demon with a barrage of broadhead iron arrow tips and arcane bolts.

The leader of the Flaming Arrows had teamed up with Heavens Gods, Winged Immortals, Riders of the Dragonfly and Shiverguard as they battled in a party raid organised by the Sheriff of Nottingham against these level 90 demons that somehow had penetrated throughout England and wreaked havoc in big cities.

Mages, Clerics, Warlocks and Wizards casted

spells like Blind, Fear, Fracture, Torpedo and

Discharge on these incoming demons to cause blindness, induce fear, feature the enemies' limbs, torpedo their other arcane powers to the demons before then in a kind of

repetitive explosions and discharge spell in order to weaken them.

"Where in the hell damnation do these demons come from?!?" hollered the chief of Shiverguard that had a red cape over his iron breastplates. He was waving a two-handed broadsword that he easily wielded on one hand as he cleaved through a demon's neck as it manages to scrum past the tanked guards in front.

"Huuuaaarrgghhh...!!! MUMMY...I DON'T WANT TO DIE A VIRGIN...!!!" A swordsman who was tanking the advancing demons was suddenly pierced with a long spear that penetrated his tower shield and into his full iron plate armour. Gushes of blood spewed from the open wound as it stained the quarry ground with hot blood...The collapsed make virgin was pulled aside and another tank comes in to replace his fallen comrade.

"AWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO..." another swordsman fell and he thought to himself, "Everything hurts, my entire body is screaming in pain. I can't take this much longer. I have to get out of here, but I can't move. My body is too weak, too tired. I don't want to die..."

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His body was split into two as a huge battle axe was swung upwards from beneath his groin, splitting his balls perfectly in two as the battle-axe slices his body and through his Rare full iron plate armour right to the top of his head.

It slices everything perfectly in a singular cut with one eye, half a mouth, nose and eyebrow on each side. It was literally a hot knife through butter and that butter happens to be a human being.

"LONG DISTANCE ASSAULT, MOVE BACK 50 PACES." hollered the leader of Flaming Arrows. "RETREAT 5 STEPS AT A TIME AND DON'T STOP FIRING" shrieked another leader from Riders of the Dragonfly.

A group of Archers and some mages, clerics and wizards were being targetted by their demon's warlock and a bombardment of a fiery hailstorm from Hades was being unleashed on their poor cloth armour as screams of agony and defeat could be heard from the rear.

A dying archer screamed these thoughts as he burned to ashes into the ground, "I never thought it would end like this, lying in a puddle of my own blood. But so be it, the end of my life, crushed in an instant. Fine then, let it be.

I already fell down to my knees and I'm getting weaker by the minute. Perhaps I should lay down, I am kind of tired anyway. Move body, move. Fall over, come on.

This is so annoying! Why am I so weak?"

A mage was seen muttering, "I can't breathe, I can't breathe. Everything is so heavy, I can't breathe. I must lay down, yes, I'll just lay down. Much better, at least now I can breathe. A little anyway. That's fine, help will be here soon, I'll just lay here and wait. At least this way I'll spare my energy."

Another burning wizard was heard, "Oh god, I'm going to die. I'm going to die! I know I am, look at me, there's no coming back from this. Oh god, oh god, I'm going to die. I don't want to. What do I do? What can I do? I'm going to die!!!!!!!!"

There were no screams more horrendous and hair raising than those who spoke these sentences as if it was a prayer to them. Soon the bodies were engulfed in flames and turned to ashes that would be blown away by the wind and forgotten.

Another adventurer fell, and he would be respawned some 6 hours later in a random town, far, far, away from the band that they had formerly joined. Their armour, weapons and accessories that they wore would no longer be in their possession and all that was left would be 50% lesser coins in their treasury as it would be paid to the developers of Webnovel to feed their greed. Their other spoils would also not be spared as it would be dropped at the battlefield, unlike in a duel.

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Too bad the author made a cruel game system that resets the adventurer to a bare minimum. From a distance, respawned 6 hours later, a once hero stood in a town of Walsall. He looked weary as if he had battled long and hard and had reached his destination with much difficulty.

What was once a dress is now merely a dirt-stained piece of fabric, hanging from one of his shoulders like a discarded old towel.

Part of the bottom has been torn off and the sleeves are worn away, leaving much of him exposed to the elements.

He's wearing a rugged jacket over his dress. It's a size too small, stained and dirty, but at least it helps him stay protected, even if only for a little.

His pants aren't much better either. The right leg has been torn at the knee and the left leg is full of holes. But at least he has shoes to protect his feet. Although they're worn out, a size too small and the outer fabric is tattered, worn and missing in some places.

He wears a small scarf around his neck and has it wrapped around his face to just below the nose. It's torn and worn, but otherwise in decent shape.

His head is covered by a beanie, there's a small dirt stain on one of the sides, but that's its only real flaw.

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"RETREAT...LAST CALL...RETREAT..." the leaders of Heavens Gods and Winged Immortals hollered to their teammates as they recalled back and ran back to a safe distance. This party raid is not a joke as all 5 bands had met a stalemate and their members had been reduced to more than 50%.

They had no choice but to recall, regroup, retreat and recover back before they could enter a party raid once again to defeat these demons.

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Meanwhile, back at SafeHaven, everyone was sprawled in their sleeping bags on the floor of the hearth and a fireplace was burning to keep the hearth warm. It was a modest hearth, none too fancy with wooden window panes and a sliding wooden main door to keep the wild rabbits from hopping inside and shit all over the place.

There is a balance of Stanspar jewels left inside the wooden chests as the sockets of all accessories had been successfully inserted. We had taken our shares first and we took a total of 8 rings, 2 earrings, 3 amulets, 6 bracelets and 6 anklets each for ourselves.

I had instructed Will to take them and told him it's for future use except for myself as I already had quite a considerable amount of stats allocated.