Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: Flying, the Giant Sword Descends

Dustin Sullivan and Julian Shaw exchanged a look. Though their eyes still held a sense of competition and wariness, they unhesitatingly joined forces for their common goal.

"Don’t worry, we understand the stakes," Dustin Sullivan said gravely.

"That’s right. If this big guy tears down our Shelter, things will end badly for everyone." Julian Shaw also set aside his usual cynical demeanor, a cold glint flashing in his single eye.

They were both desperate for the precious opportunity to upgrade their Talents.

And to achieve that goal, defending the Shelter was their only option.

At that moment, personal grievances were temporarily set aside. Confronting the common threat became the primary mission.

The moment Drake Hayes finished speaking, he acted without hesitation.

With a low shout, the strangely shaped Curved Saber in his hand suddenly glowed faintly. He then swung it through the air, aiming at the distant Night Behemoth holding a Stone Axe!

SHHIIING—!

An invisible blade, almost impossible to track with the naked eye, distorted the air as it instantly formed. With a piercing whistle, it shot forward, slashing toward the behemoth’s pillar-like calf!

This was his Genetic Ability—[Invisible Blade]!

Meanwhile, Coco Sullivan asked Dustin Sullivan anxiously, "Brother, what should we do?!" She was maintaining the Flame Barrier, blocking sporadic splatters of corrosive acid and Demon Moth Scale Powder.

Dustin Sullivan’s eyes were locked on the three moving mountains.

He said gravely, "If we want to complete the mission and get the reward, what better time to risk our lives than now?!"

After speaking, he took a deep breath as if having made a decision, and turned to look at the perpetually cynical Julian Shaw beside him.

His tone was dead serious, leaving no room for argument. "Hey! Julian Shaw, stop holding back. Let’s fight with everything we’ve got!"

Hearing this, Julian Shaw’s single eye lit up slightly. The corner of his mouth curved into a teasing arc as he deliberately replied in an exaggerated tone:

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, have the pigs started to fly? Since you, Mr. Handsome Sullivan, have extended such a ’sincere’ invitation, how could I possibly refuse to give you face? This is the very first time you’ve ever asked me to cooperate. I certainly can’t refuse such a momentous ’first time.’"

A vein throbbed on Dustin Sullivan’s forehead. He fought back the urge to run him through with his sword, ignored the bastard’s trash talk, and turned his head away.

Then, Dustin Sullivan’s gaze passed over the crowd and landed on Seraphina Sullivan, who was intently observing the battlefield. In a solemn tone, he requested, "Miss Sullivan, the coming battle will likely be incredibly brutal. If we... especially my sister, suffer life-threatening injuries... I hope you can lend a hand and save our lives."

In his mind, he was still stuck on the image of Seraphina Sullivan as a "Healer," which she had displayed in the [Animal Slaughterhouse] instance.

Furthermore, the constant presence of Sean Chandler, who looked for all the world like a dedicated bodyguard, reinforced Dustin Sullivan’s misconception that Seraphina Sullivan was an important support Player in need of protection.

Hearing his request, Seraphina Sullivan nodded in agreement.

She didn’t explain further, as now was not the time for explanations.

Nearby, Julian Shaw saw how solemnly Dustin Sullivan was entrusting their lives to Seraphina Sullivan.

A flash of surprise and curiosity crossed his single eye. He glanced at Seraphina Sullivan, mentally raising the importance of this woman—whom his wristband had warned him to be "careful" of—by another Level.

"What are you waiting for!"

Dustin Sullivan’s low, sharp shout boomed in Julian Shaw’s ear like a thunderclap, instantly pulling his probing gaze away from Seraphina Sullivan.

"Coming!"

Julian Shaw responded, the cynical look vanishing from his face. Only a cold fighting spirit remained in his single eye.

The two of them turned their gazes to the distance almost simultaneously. The three Night Behemoths were slowly approaching like harbingers of doom, each step landing in time with everyone’s heartbeat, creating a suffocating sense of pressure.

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