Chapter 1 The Appearance of Nie Yan

Nie Yan's appearance caused panic among the people of Angel Corps, but as members of the number one guild in the Satrinr Empire, they quickly reacted. While contacting Archangel, the guild's headquarters, they summoned pets to surround Nie Yan.

Nie Yan's attacks were too strong, so they didn't dare approach him. Instead, they summoned pets to block him, as only those with thick HP could withstand his attacks.

Although the pets summoned by these players weren't as powerful as the golden earth dragon, they were still extremely troublesome: silver wolves, white bears, succubi, and more, all types were present.

Nie Yan activated Divine Hire and summoned the paladin Lifus.

"For the Holy Light!" The paladin Lifus cast many buff spells on himself and rushed towards the pets.

Nie Yan quickly retreated, uttering a string of syllables. The golden earth dragon, bathed in golden light, appeared before the Angel Corps members.

"It's Mad Rogue Nie Yan's golden earth dragon!" some Angel Corps players shouted in panic.

"Don't panic! Mad Rogue Nie Yan's golden earth dragon has a counter-attack storm. Don't rush up. Pull two bears with high HP to tank! Mages, use magic attacks!" Among the Angel Corps players, a nearly forty-year-old shaman priest, slightly overweight, commanded nervously and methodically.

This shaman priest was called Qing An. Within Angel Corps, he was one of the higher-ups. Many of Angel Corps' development plans had passed through his hands.

Two enormous white bears attacked the golden earth dragon from both sides.

The golden earth dragon roared, knocking the two white bears back a few steps. It unleashed a dragon breath attack towards the players behind the white bears, sending more than a dozen mages flying.

Spells bombarded the golden earth dragon, and damage numbers of eight or nine hundred, even over a thousand, floated above its head.

Nie Yan controlled the paladin Lifus to cast a heal on the golden earth dragon, instantly restoring its HP to full.

Qing An looked towards Nie Yan's location, his gaze locking onto the paladin Lifus, who was surrounded by dozens of shield warriors and druids.

"Damn, such high healing! Mages, target that paladin! Get rid of that paladin first!" Qing An shouted in the group chat. He discovered that the healing output of their dozens of priests couldn't even compare to a single paladin Lifus! Where did Mad Rogue Nie Yan hire such a powerful NPC servant from!?

They had always assumed that the paladin Lifus was Nie Yan's servant and didn't know that Nie Yan had the Divine Hire skill.

The firepower of the mages all focused on the paladin Lifus.

The paladin Lifus charged forward while healing himself, continuously taking down five warriors and seven druids. His combat strength was not inferior to some boss-level creatures.

Nie Yan's attacks didn't stop. He charged towards one of the enormous level 130 white bears, performing a thrust that hit the bear's neck. A knee strike followed, and with a thump, a bone-shattering sound came from the bear's neck as it let out a low, miserable cry.

Top-tier melee players all possessed this kind of attack that directly struck vital points with physical movements, capable of inflicting very serious damage on enemy creatures.

The white bear lay on the ground groaning, unable to get up.

Nie Yan would definitely not be taken down so easily, but Su Youyou and Sanjie Buliu and the others were in trouble. Zi Ye was ambushed by two thieves while running, stunned by a Muffle attack from behind, and then taken down. The other two orc warriors were surrounded and killed by several Angel Corps druids. Only Su Youyou, Sanjie Buliu, and a shaman remained.

"Can you guys escape?" Nie Yan asked in the party chat.

"Probably not, but it doesn't matter. It's worth it even if we die today," Sanjie Buliu said with a hearty laugh. Being able to fight alongside Mad Rogue Nie Yan was such a prestigious thing to talk about.

"After you die, run back to your corpses to revive after half an hour. That way, you'll lose less experience," Nie Yan said.

"Are you confident you can take down these people?" Sanjie Buliu asked, stunned. If Nie Yan could kill these Angel Corps players, then running back to revive would reduce the experience loss. However, if the Angel Corps people were still nearby at that time, they would definitely be corpse-camped if they rashly ran over to revive.

"Shouldn't be a problem," Nie Yan said calmly, his words radiating powerful confidence.

"Old Three, do you have a Rebirth Crest?" Sanjie Buliu asked, looking at the shaman next to him.

"Yes," the shaman priest said, checking his bag.

"Good, use it," Sanjie Buliu said, a hint of joy on his face.

Hearing the conversation between Sanjie Buliu and the shaman, Nie Yan suddenly thought of this item. Shaman priests had something called a Rebirth Crest. This item was relatively rare, with a low drop rate, and it was a consumable item. It would become ineffective after being used a few times, so only a very small number of shaman priests possessed this item. Although it was sold in the auction house, it was quite expensive, and ordinary people couldn't afford it. Shaman priests could use the Rebirth Crest to set a rebirth time, allowing them to automatically revive after a certain amount of time after being taken down. In addition to using Rebirth Crests to revive themselves, shaman priests also had skills to revive their teammates. Therefore, a Rebirth Crest could avoid the risk of several team wipes.

"It's much more convenient if you guys have Rebirth Crests. You can revive in twenty or thirty minutes," Nie Yan said. The Rebirth Crest made him vaguely think of something, but he couldn't quite grasp it.

Under the cover of Sanjie Buliu and Su Youyou, the shaman priest ran frantically towards the distant jungle. After running more than three hundred yards, he was ambushed and killed by three thieves.

Bang, bang, bang. Spells exploded on Sanjie Buliu and Su Youyou, blasting them away.

System: Your teammate Sanjie Buliu has died.

System: Your teammate Su Youyou has died.

Seeing these system notifications, Nie Yan showed no emotion. His gaze locked onto Qing An in the distance. He had some understanding of the higher-ups of Angel Corps. Among all the Angel Corps players here, this slightly overweight shaman was definitely the most important one.

Qing An looked towards the distance and discovered that Nie Yan's sharp gaze was looking over in his direction. Their eyes met, and his heart skipped a beat.

"All warriors, charge! Block Mad Rogue Nie Yan!" Qing An quickly retreated, moving into the midst of the mages and disappearing into the crowd. He said to the players next to him with some anxiety, "Cover me!"

When Qing An searched for Nie Yan again, he found that Nie Yan had disappeared, and a strong sense of unease surged in his heart.

Dozens of mage players formed a human wall, protecting Qing An inside. Qing An understood that it was unrealistic to expect these mages to stop Mad Rogue Nie Yan. These mages were merely cannon fodder to buy him time.

"Damn, the paladin and golden earth dragon are too troublesome! Quickly search for Mad Rogue Nie Yan's location!" Qing An's gaze swept towards the shamans behind him, and he asked, "Are you guys ready? Druids, search for Nie Yan's location!"

The druids cast Perception Enhancement on themselves and densely searched for Nie Yan's location.

"There!"

They found Nie Yan, but they only saw a flash of his figure before he had already darted out very far.

"Qing An, Mad Rogue Nie Yan is heading your way."

Qing An narrowed his eyes. Mad Rogue Nie Yan, if you dare to come, I'll play you to death! He raised his staff and quickly retreated, and several shamans planted totems around him.

Nie Yan rapidly approached Qing An. Three elf mages stood in front of him.

After being approached by Nie Yan, these three Angel Corps elf mages frantically raised their staffs, preparing to attack Nie Yan.

Nie Yan suddenly accelerated, his body leaving behind streaks of afterimages. In an instant, he arrived beside the three elf mages. Streaks of cold light flashed, and with soft "pfft" sounds, streaks of blood spurted from their throats. As they were taken down, they stared with wide eyes, seemingly unable to understand how Nie Yan's speed could be so fast.

This was a speed that could cause all mages to despair.

After the three mages were instantly killed, a gap appeared in front of Qing An.

Qing An quickly retreated, waving the staff in his hand. With a boom, a Wind Lightning Totem was detonated in the place where Nie Yan was standing, and electric light flashed.

Almost at the instant the Wind Lightning Totem was detonated, Nie Yan used Gale Step to instantly rush to Qing An's side, and the Zennarde's Sword in his hand, like a shooting star, pierced through Qing An's heart.

Instant kill!

With such speed, Qing An simply didn't have time to cast a skill.

As he took down Qing An, Nie Yan seemed to see a sneer at the corner of Qing An's mouth.

Almost at the instant Nie Yan instantly killed Qing An, a shaman priest, located about five yards away from Nie Yan, cast a Soul Shackles on Nie Yan, preventing him from using a Random Teleportation Scroll.

"Die, Mad Rogue Nie Yan!"

Thirty to forty shaman priests together detonated the invisible Wind Lightning Totems nearby at the same time. Boom, boom, boom, resounding explosions occurred, and violent lightning swept through the area where Nie Yan was standing. The explosive electric light swallowed Nie Yan.

The simultaneous detonation of thirty to forty Wind Lightning Totems was extremely powerful. Uncontrollable lightning swept through the surrounding area of more than thirty yards, and streaks of lightning emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime. Two or thirty Angel Corps players nearby were swallowed by the electric light and instantly killed because they were too slow to escape.

"Mad Rogue Nie Yan has been taken down!"

"He's dead!"

The surrounding Angel Corps players revealed expressions of ecstasy. They had personally witnessed Nie Yan being trapped in the lightning and struck by it. This was thirty to forty Wind Lightning Totems! The shaman's most powerful damage skill, and in such a large quantity! Under such circumstances, even if Nie Yan had more HP and higher defense, he would definitely die. They had witnessed the demise of a myth!

No matter how strong a player was, he wasn't a god!

The news that Mad Rogue Nie Yan had been taken down would become the most sensational news on the entire server.

This group of them had completed this perfect coordinated attack. Everything here would be remembered by the players.

"Pay attention to Mad Rogue Nie Yan's corpse. Don't let him run back to revive!"

The lightning from the Wind Lightning Totems was still raging madly, and they didn't know exactly where Nie Yan's corpse was.