The First Legendary Beast Master - Chapter 999

Chapter 999: Boss Raid
Karl waited for the group to leave, then took a running leap into the air, so he could teleport toward the target in a couple of long jumps.

If they were going to compete, he wasn’t going to waste twenty minutes running over to the target.

The group that Hawk had identified for him was a group of Ogres, one Totem, with thirty or so Overlords. Workable, but he would have to see how difficult of a fight it might be.

[What did you find for the others?] Karl asked Hawk.

[The mission is a group of grass trolls with four Overlords and many Monarchs.] Hawk explained.

That explained why he didn’t think that Karl would have to assist. Most of that group would be unlikely to ever break Thor’s barriers.

Karl landed near the Ogres, who immediately charged, only to be met with a barrage of [Void Blast] enhanced arrows.

The skill had already been at Totem Ranked, but with the extra spell power that Karl had obtained, and whatever hidden bonuses came with being a Totem, the Overlords were completely unable to take a hit.

Ogres weren’t the toughest of opponents, as they had no magic of their own, but still, the casualty rate was impressive.

Karl was about to turn his attention to the two leaders of this Ogre tribe when a sudden blast of Unholy Energy vaporized them, and a group of gaunt looking humanoids with no noses on their faces stepped from a portal.

“Well, what do we have here? The meddling Beast Master, away from his pets, too far to recall them to his side, and away from the influence of the Dragon Gods.” One of them cackled gleefully.

Karl looked over the black robed figure, which reeked of death magic, and then smiled.

“Did my old friend from Bomgon send someone to play with me?” Karl asked slyly.

The man laughed, and equipped a shield and sword.

“Oh, he set the bounty, alright. But don’t think that we’re some weakling Necromancer group. We know about your particular skills against mages.” The man announced.

Karl checked their System Status for the names, and found they were in a language he couldn’t read. Possibly, a disguise spell. But the colours were clear.

One Unholy Paladin type class, two Rogues, a cleric, two mages and five warriors.

All Totem Ranked.

“Wait, did I really get a whole adventuring party, just for myself? Cara will be so jealous.” Karl laughed.

He tried to inform the Void Badger that they were missing out on the fun stuff, but found that he could not connect to her mind.

That shouldn’t be right. He could normally contact Remi in her lab from halfway across the continent, and the others were only a dozen kilometres away. There had to be a barrier of some sort.

The mages began casting buffs on the group, and Karl called for his summoned helpers.

Two Lamia and a pair of Dire Bears, his usual combination. Plus the Epic Guard, who was equipped with the Haint Claw.

Once the force was ready, Karl didn’t hesitate and went straight for the cleric.

The Paladin cursed as a Lamia blade intercepted his attempt to block Karl’s advance, allowing the first strike to hurl the shocked adventurer twenty metres, before he hit an invisible wall and slid down, lightly wounded, but unconscious.

Skills flew at him from all sides, and Karl aimed for the closest Warrior, using his larger size to his advantage to force the man back.

Or, he assumed it was a man. The way that these attackers were all identical suggested that either he couldn’t tell them apart, or it was all a disguise that he was unable to see through.

The warriors moved to encircle Karl once a mage managed to petrify one of the Lamia, so the Paladin could escape to engage the Epic Guard, who had already disabled one of the spell casters.

[Void Blast] in a dome around himself gave Karl room to work and caused the magical barriers on the warriors to dim, even as their attacks crashed against Karl’s [Eternal Lightning].

{That thing has insane damage reduction. Hit it with big spells every time.} The Paladin warned his group members with a System Message, so that Karl couldn’t hear their conversation and adjust his strategy.

{It’s not just reduction, he’s got a base ignore amount as well.}

{Did someone wake the Cleric?}

{He’s up. Moving slow, though. Whatever status effect is on him wasn’t cleared by the potion.}

It wasn’t just a magical status effect, the Cleric had suffered internal bleeding to the head when he hit the barrier, and only after he managed to properly heal himself did his mind begin to clear.

Karl used [Gravity Slam] to knock down a pair of warriors, then charged through to engage the Paladin and call a new pair of Lamia Bodyguards to replace the wounded and petrified pair.

Then, Butterfly and Tian worked together to create a small army of illusionary Dwarven warriors with stone hammers and armour, as Butterfly activated [Illusionary Domain] over the battlefield.

It looked just as it did before, but now she had much more influence over the space, and her illusions were more convincing.

“Shit, incoming. He’s summoned Dwarves.” The Paladin shouted, and the warriors immediately moved to defensive positions, surrounding the mages and the cleric in a well-rehearsed formation.

Karl had no doubt that this was a dungeon raiding team. They had tactics and strategies for all the common tactics that he had come up with so far, and they had brought a proper group, with every needed role.

The Epic Guard fell as the Rogues cut her down, and the Haint Claw returned to Karl’s hand.

He could summon another, but that took a few seconds, unlike the bear golems or the Lamia.

Seconds that he didn’t have when defending himself against two Rogues and a Paladin.

Pain lanced through his back as a dagger bypassed his barrier and found a weak point in his armour, and Karl lashed out with his clawed hand, raking deep furrows into the Rogue’s face.

The spell on his body shattered, revealing a very normal looking human face, staring blankly at the sky with its one intact eye as the Rogue died.

That gave Karl a few seconds of breathing room, and he called a new Epic Guard to the battlefield.

[Go get the cleric. Don’t let him cast a resurrection.]