Dungeon Of Pride, Laplace

779 Chapter 779- One Man Army

"Too weak, too weak... it's not exciting at all" Muttering to himself the warrior of the spear threw his weapon like a projectile at the incoming hordes of monsters.

Like a dragon sweeping through the land, the berserk energy imbued inside the spear was so powerful that it completely decimated the horde. It didn't matter if the monsters were in front of its trajectory or around it, everything and anything was ripped apart by the sheer force surrounding the spear.

Like a weapon of mass killing, it did a huge AOE damage.

The spear continued forward, decimating everything. Just when the warrior was about to recall his spear back, it suddenly struck something and for the first time in a while, the spear came to a stop.

"Hoh? What's that? Something was able to catch my spear?!"

The warrior in spear muttered in curiosity as he looked in the distance. Past the corpses and corpses of monsters, there was something black slowly approaching them.

At the same time, on the rooftops of the nearby buildings, the six True Vampires led by their two Progenitors assembled.

"What's this? We were a step too late, that guy found them earlier than us. What do we do master? Should we join hands?"

Drow asked, kneeling on one knee in front of Theodore and Maybell. The others too followed suit, waiting for instructions. The debut release happened at N0v3lBiin.

"Brother, what did sister Annette say?" Maybell asked from the side.

The situation was quite different from what they had been familiarised about. They were the ones who were supposed to take on the strong members of the criminal organisation while leaving the weak and moderately strong ones to the adventurers.

However, with 'his' arrival, things had diverted from their course, causing them to no longer be able to rely on the plan.

Theodore's eyes continued to stare at the figure in the distance, it was only after some time that he replied—

"We wait and watch. Sister Annette said that the plan had changed with his arrival. We need to improvise as per the situation demands. In any case, she told us not to get involved with him and to maintain our distance. Even I am confused. Anyways for now let's see how he handles things".

Back at the scene, after stopping the warrior's spear, the black figure walked towards them. Walking in its two bipedal feet, the entity was decked out in an impressive ancient armour.

Two crimson horns twisting strangely and majestically, adorned its head. It had four pitch black eyes and was covered in flames. As it slowly stepped forward leaving fiery footprints, one could almost mysteriously hear the clanging noise of its armour hitting the ground.

The atmosphere changed with its appearance, causing all the battle hardened fighters in the area to instinctively turn their eyes towards him.

"What the hell is that thing?"...

"Oi.. Oi... would you look at that? Using your signature skill, [Extreme Lightning Blitz] as your opening attack, didn't you say that you wanted to kill some time before those idiotic adventurers fooled by the sweet words of their princess, arrived?"

One of the fighters standing atop the mountain of corpses said. They were donned in an extraordinary robe and were aligning against a huge Cross they used as their staff.

"Shut up Malcom, just because your rank is higher than mine, don't tell me what to do"

Lexus snapped back. Although they were currently working for the same side, it didn't mean that they were allies. In fact, all eleven of them who were currently the top executives of the Viper and Chaos Order, came from different nations and places and were practically strangers to each other.

If not because the money or incentive they were provided was enough to win them over, they wouldn't even work together because of the pride they possessed. After all, all of them were once a renowned rankers in their own right before they were blacklisted by the Adventurers Association for their actions and crimes.

However, when they were still an active adventurer recognised by the association, their rank was above 5000.

At first thought, the number might not sound so impressive. However, these numbers that the Adventurer Association assigned to the adventurers weren't just ordinary numbers but represented something much more grand and overarching.

In the vast expanse of the Central Continent there exists an uncountable number of talents and mighty warriors. Yet among these uncountable talented warriors, only a select few are given the title of Rankers.

Rankers, they are the most extraordinary, the finest of all the talents out there. Picture, if you will, the sprawling landscapes and teeming cities of the Central Continent, each corner echoing with tales of valour and strength.

Yet, within this vast tapestry, only the select few emerge as the embodiment of might—the rankers. Their very existence signifies a pinnacle of power, a testament to the fusion of innate talent, honed skill, and the extraordinary heritage encoded in their blood.

When one becomes a Ranker, they have surpassed the limits of human capability and have stepped into the realm of their own. They have become titans revered and feared all across the central continent.

That said, there are only a limited number of seats that these titans can occupy, the Adventurers Association categorise these seats as the, 10,000 Rankers.

The number represents the top ten thousand strongest people in the Central Continent. To be chosen among the 10,000 and becoming a Ranker, is to ascend the echelons of the finite strongest and becoming the very embodiment of might.

That is what being one of the 10,000 meant. Furthermore, it is generally known that the lower one's number was, the closer they stood to the zenith of this elite group and the more formidable their strength and their legendary feats were.

So from the number 5000, one could imagine how powerful this group of eleven people were. Each and every one of them had long surpassed the legendary level of 700 and stood somewhere between the later level of 750-800.

That was how powerful they were. Naturally with unmatched strength, came unmatched arrogance, all of these people who stood on the mountains of monster carcasses, thought that they were the strongest and weren't willing to listen to anyone other than the two organisational leaders.

"Snort, do as you want, but don't destroy the town. I don't want to be held responsible for the destruction you caused" Malcom uttered in annoyance.

"You don't have to tell me. Anyway, I think we are done here. I don't think that Abberrant or whatever it was, survived my attack"