The wyverns circling above radiated a terrifying presence—so much so that the hundred or so goblins behind me were trembling uncontrollably.

  [Wyvern: Lv51

  Race: Sub-Dragon

  Class: None

  Title: Tier 5 Monster, Fire Element Controller, Symbol of Glory

  HP: 530

  Strength: 91

  Defense: 102

  Skills: Dragon Flame, Dragon Roar, Bite

  Equipment: None

  Overall: 600]

  Even an ordinary wyvern had absurdly high stats.

  The most important part? They could fly.

  I was stunned—Bright Town had provoked an entire dragon nest, probably fifty or sixty dragons in all.

  The town was doomed to be destroyed.

  But with that formidable figure present, nothing was certain.

  [Alice Nia: Lv80

  Race: Human

  Class: Sword Saint

  Title: Sword Saintess, Strongest Swordsman, Dragon Slayer, Overlooks Armies, Human Pinnacle, Sword Genius,,,

  HP: 1700

  Strength: 690

  Defense: 700

  Skills: Sword Surge, Human-Sword Unity · Holy, Steel Gale, Star-Splitting Moon Slash · Holy, Death Sword Reincarnation, Ancient Sword Intent,,,

  Equipment: Platinum Armor · Holy, Adamantite Longsword · Holy, Clarity Cloak

  Overall: 4000]

  Unbelievable!

  Seeing those familiar stats, I couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

  That power level was just outrageous.

  I’d expected a gap between us, but this was a chasm—absolutely overwhelming.

  My total strength was only 750—I wouldn’t stand a chance against her. At best, I might be able to take on a single, ordinary wyvern.

  The key was her titles and skills—she had so many that the system couldn’t even list them all.

  Many included the word 'Holy,' granting divine bonuses against monsters and adding an extra 10% damage.

  Even if I led an army of evolved goblins, we’d have no chance against her.

  But my target this time wasn’t her—it was Rodel and his team.

  As long as I could get my revenge first, that would be enough.

  "Boss, what... what the hell is that?! How can it be so badass!"

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  A goblin stammered, shaking with fear.

  The Sword Saintess darted through the air—not because she could fly, but by leaping from wyvern to wyvern.

  With each swing of her sword, she unleashed a wave of energy, cleaving off dragon heads.

  After just a few leaps, she had already taken down more than a dozen wyverns.

  It was utterly insane.

  But her true target wasn’t the regular wyverns—it was the massive Amethyst Dragon Mother, hovering nearly a kilometer above.

  She used her momentum to leap straight onto it.

  She slashed open one of its enormous wings, sending the Amethyst Dragon Mother hurtling to the ground far away.

  "Boom!"

  The tremendous impact sent clouds of dust billowing, nearly engulfing all of Bright Town.

  Meanwhile, Rodel and his team had managed to slay about ten dragons together—which meant they’d already eliminated half of them.

  The surviving wyverns went berserk, unleashing dragon flames and laying waste to the town.

  They turned their fury toward Rodel’s group.

  With claws bared, they dove straight at them.

  "Eveleya, get ready!"

  Rodel’s expression grew grim as he shouted.

  The white-robed nun instantly activated her Holy Chant skill, chanting verses from the scriptures.

  A radiant aura enveloped her teammates, enhancing their attacks and defenses.

  "Mid-Tier Sword Art! Air-Splitting Slash!"

  "Whoosh!"

  Rodel channeled energy into his longsword for nearly ten seconds before unleashing a formidable arc of sword energy.

  The sword energy stretched nearly three meters long.

  It carved a massive gash into the oncoming wyvern’s belly, entrails spilling as the beast crashed to the ground.

  “Ha! I’m a dragon slayer now!”

  Rodel was exhilarated, wiping cold sweat from his brow.

  From a distance, I watched.

  I turned my gaze back to him—never expected this guy could fell a dragon in a single blow. Incredible.

  [Rodel: Lv41

  Race: Human

  Class: Blade Swordsman

  Title: Disciple of the Sword Saint, Imperial Royalty, Dragon Slayer,,,

  HP: 700

  Strength: 164

  Defense: 133

  Skills: Air Break Slash, Human-Sword Unity · Holy, Sword Dance, Sword Hum,,,

  Equipment: Fine Longsword, Fine Armor

  Overall: 900]

  All things considered, his strength surpassed mine.

  But I had no intention of facing him head-on—I’d strike when he was at his weakest.

  After all, goblins survive by being cunning.

  The battle in Bright Town was reaching its climax.

  The town had become a sea of flames, its houses reduced to rubble.

  Only a dozen wyverns remained.

  "Follow me!"

  At last, I made my move, leading the goblins into the town’s drainage tunnels, inching forward bit by bit.

  Thanks to the elves’ stealth enchantment on us all, we weren’t worried about being discovered.

  We made it to the center of town.

  Relying on my memory, we soon located the underground shelters.

  I issued commands: “You go down and create a distraction. The rest of you, hide and wait for my signal!”

  Meanwhile, on the distant town walls, Rodel and his team were battered and bloodied.

  Their HP had dropped below half—they were severely weakened.

  The white-robed nun had exhausted her mana and could barely stand.

  The red-haired knight and the silver-shielded warrior were in similar straits.

  Their overall strength had plummeted.

  This was the moment I’d been waiting for—now I just had to lure them over.

  "Goblins? Why are goblins here!"

  "No! My kid!"

  "Help! Somebody call the adventurers to save us!"

  In the underground shelter, the residents' terrified screams rang out.

  A man dashed forward in a panic, shouting, “Goblins! They’re invading! Where are the adventurers? The goblins are attacking the shelter!”

  "What?"

  Rodel and his nearby team frowned. "Damn it, where's my master?"

  They looked over—dust was swirling across the distant ruins.

  The air was filled with dragon roars and the clash of swords; she was clearly still locked in battle. The Amethyst Dragon Mother would not go down easily.

  "You two hold the line—only a few dragons left. Eveleya, come with me. Let's kill those damn goblins!"

  Rodel snapped, rushing over in a panic.

  Twenty meters.

  Ten meters.

  Getting closer!

  Suddenly, a shortsword shot out from the ashes—impaling Rodel’s foot!

  “Agh! That hurts!”

  Rodel howled, assuming he’d stepped on something sharp. But when he looked closer—it was a goblin!

  He had no time to think—he swung his sword to kill it.

  But that’s when the hidden goblins sprang at him!

  At first, he managed to fight back, cutting down over a dozen goblins.

  But they overwhelmed him, all aiming for his longsword.

  In the end, he was subdued.

  “Captain, help! The goblins have got me!”

  Eveleya’s panicked cries echoed—she was trapped in a net, being dragged across the ground.

  Like a captured animal.

  It was utter chaos.

  Rodel’s heart sank. “Damn it! Why are there so many goblins here?”

  But he was already exhausted, disarmed, and helpless.

  In this world, HP was tied directly to stamina and energy.

  The lower your HP, the less strength you had to resist.

  “Oh no, Captain! Eveleya!”

  In the distance, the red-haired knight and the silver-shielded fighter saw what was happening, abandoned the wyverns, and rushed to help.

  But as they passed a pile of collapsed buildings...

  ...a chill ran down their spines.