Playing a DPS Role with Absolute Defense-Chapter 100 - 98: Divine Level Alien Race Attack!

A cry of alarm immediately drew everyone’s attention.

They spotted Su Mo standing there at first glance.

He had four ropes tied to his body, each connected to a massive burlap sack.

One sack lay on the ground, with two beautiful girls hugged together, sound asleep on top of it.

The other three sacks stood quietly, each packed full, clearly filled with Professional Simulation Scrolls.

The white light was the most numerous, interspersed with some bronze and silver glows, but the most dazzling was that trace of golden light.

It’s important to know that although this dungeon opens once a year, people outside have no idea what’s inside once it opens.

Only after the dungeon reopens and people come out can they know what really happened.

Each year, countless talents fall within this dungeon without much gain.

The year with the most, they only managed to acquire 80 Professional Simulation Scrolls.

The best was just a single Silver Professional Simulation Scroll.

It’s important to know that items like Professional Simulation Scrolls are considered strategic resources.

Countless entities seek a single Professional Simulation Scroll but to no avail.

Though ordinary Skill Scrolls are everywhere, usually obtained by defeating a boss,

Among the countless skills dropped, how many truly fit?

Moreover, some niche abilities simply don’t have suitable skills.

For ordinary niche abilities, that’s one thing. But for powerful abilities like space, information, time, life, they remain unutilized because they can’t discern their skills.

Such items are simply too rare, with maybe 50 to 60 acquired each year, and some loss in creating Skill Books.

If 40 remain, it’s already the best outcome.

may seem like a lot, but with the Great Xia’s population of over 160 million, and hundreds of thousands taking the college entrance exam each year,

To conquer this dungeon and gather even a few Professional Simulation Scrolls, the Great Xia sacrifices dozens, even hundreds of lives each year, every one of them a genius.

This shows just how important Professional Simulation Scrolls are to the Great Xia!

As of now, this is the only known dungeon that produces Professional Simulation Scrolls!

Yet here is Su Mo, with four entire sacks, each holding at least 60 or 70 Professional Simulation Scrolls, surpassing their annual acquisition.

Amazingly, among them, there are even 4 Silver Professional Simulation Scrolls, and one Gold Professional Simulation Scroll!

Instantly, exclamations of shock were unending.

"This guy looks like Su Mo, the top scorer of this year’s college entrance exam. The top scorer indeed impresses!"

"Don’t forget, he’s not just this year’s top scorer but also a disciple of Blood Slaughter God Tu Hongwu!"

"The disciple of a Divine Level expert, truly extraordinary!"

"With such power, no wonder Blood Slaughter God Tu Hongwu stepped in to accept a disciple. If it were me..."

"You’re courting death, daring to say anything carelessly!"

[Boom!]

Amidst the exclamations and discussions, a crack suddenly tore open the sky.

From the crack, two enormous claws, like houses, emerged. Each claw was densely packed with countless green scales, each several meters long.

Those giant claws seemed to grab something and with a sudden effort, accompanied by a loud cracking noise, the entire sky was torn in half like a rag.

In an instant, night descended, and the whole Jimei Land was engulfed in darkness.

A head, more massive than mountains, squeezed through the rift in the sky. The huge lizard head was covered in dense green scales, and its open giant mouth roared, causing countless snow eruptions.

[Roar!]

The terrifying roar resonated throughout the heavens and the earth, causing countless cracks on the eternally frozen ice.

"You humans have gone too far. My 500 clansmen entered the dungeon, and fewer than ten returned. Today, I’ll start with you and then massacre a million humans as their companions!"

In the next instant, its gaze locked onto Su Mo and the four sacks full of Professional Simulation Scrolls beside him.

"It was you, it was you who killed my people!"

[Boom!]

The terrifying claw struck down from high in the sky, while Su Mo quickly activated the Defense Force Field to envelop Li Yuanhao and his sister, protecting them from harm.

[Boom!]

The enormous palm shattered the millennium-old ice surface.

Su Mo’s body was pushed into the depths of the sea!

The terrifying impact carried Su Mo’s body, rapidly slammed towards the seabed.

In no time, Su Mo’s body was embedded into the seabed.

.......

The scene unfolded too quickly, and it wasn’t until this moment that everyone snapped back from their shock.

"Enemy attack!"

"Alien invasion!"

"It seems they just killed Blood Slaughter God Tu Hongwu’s disciple!"

.......

In an instant, all the Gold-level fighters soared into the sky, numbering at least 600.

Know that even a major city wouldn’t have more than 20 Gold-level fighters.

Yet here in this remote Extreme North, over 600 Gold-level fighters gathered.

Though over 300 of them came along to oversee family juniors participating in the dungeon.

Even subtracting those 300 family Gold-level fighters, it’s terrifying enough.

Suspended mid-air, over 600 Gold-level fighters stood before the enormous Lizardmen, the stark contrast feeling like ants facing a dragon.

Each Gold-level expert looked at this horrifying presence before them with a grim expression, but despite this, golden light erupted from their bodies, none of them retreating.

"Surname Zeng, we’ve fought our whole lives, how about today we see who can inflict more damage on this alien?"

"Surname Mo, do you think I’m afraid of you?"

"Hahaha, spent a lifetime fighting aliens, was just thinking about retirement, and they set me up as some ridiculous principal, do they think an old brute like me can be a principal?"

"Hahaha, Old Sun, you’re right. I’ve long said I’m not principal material! But they insisted I become one."

Below, over 400 surviving dungeon participants stood dazed until a moment later, panic clearly appeared on their faces.

"You little brats, not leaving yet, waiting for the feast?"

"Move it! Run as far as you can!"

"Spread the word about what happened here!"

People around Su Mo’s age hesitated, but those as young as eight or nine, even as young as eleven or twelve, steadfastly fled into the distance.

This is the difference between family members and ordinary students!

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