Online Game: Starting with an SSS-Level Plundering Talent

Chapter 135: Undead Lord Resurrection, Slaying Sixth-Tier Epic Powerhouses

At that moment, a surge of soul energy shot out from John's body, merging into the skeleton.

It was the Undead Lord.

Crack, crack...

The unsettling sound of bones clashing reverberated through the hall as the skeleton slowly sat up.

"Godslayer, it's alive!" Malina, startled, quickly hid behind John.

"Und... Undead Lord!?" The banshee's face was filled with terror as she recognized the resurrected skeleton. She could feel a familiar and frightening aura emanating from it.

Thud!

She immediately fell to her knees, trembling as she pleaded, "Lord Monarch, I was deceived by them! Please, spare my life..."

"Idiot!" the lead Orc cursed. "This guy's just been resurrected; his strength hasn't fully returned. Attack together!"

The four Orcs roared as they charged at the newly resurrected Undead Lord.

They had already provoked him, so their best chance was to kill him. If they succeeded, they could seize the skeleton and continue refining it into a weapon.

The banshee hesitated for a moment before also launching an attack on the Undead Lord.

She had already betrayed him, and the Undead Lord would never forgive her.

"Kid, you handle these Orcs. Leave the banshee to me," the Undead Lord said before charging at the banshee.

John didn't hold back either, activating the Unrivaled Sword Dance.

Buzz!

Sword intent buzzed in the air as countless sword beams flashed, enveloping the four Orcs.

Splat...

Blood splattered as terrifying critical damage numbers flashed, mixed with true damage.

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These four Orcs were all above level 900, at the peak of the sixth-tier epic rank, with over four million health points each.

This amount of damage alone wasn't enough to threaten them.

"True damage? How is that possible?" The lead Orc's face was filled with shock as he stared at John in disbelief.

"Human, how can you inflict true damage?" he asked in astonishment.

"Hmph, ignorant!" John snorted, dismissing the Orc's question as he unleashed a high-level fire spell, Inferno Dance.

Whoosh!

The violent power of fire elements gathered, forming four massive fireballs that spun and roared as they hurtled toward the Orcs.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion echoed through the hall, flames surging as the four Orcs were blasted backward. Damage numbers flickered across the screen.

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During the last siege defense, John's mental attributes had seen a significant boost, and with the Spell Combo triggered, these Orcs had just lost over 600,000 health points each.

"Damn it!" The lead Orc was starting to panic. Even with over four million health points, they couldn't afford to sustain this kind of damage.

"This human's defense must be low. We need to strike together, end this quickly, and then deal with the Undead Lord!" he ordered, gripping his longsword tightly as he charged at John.

The other three Orcs followed closely behind.

John knew he couldn't afford to be careless. Earth elemental power surged, forming a Diamond Armor around him.

He then summoned a Water Mist Clone to stand in front of him as a shield.

Whoosh!

Four sword beams flashed through the air, slicing toward him. The Water Mist Clone shattered instantly, and the sword beams continued toward John.

He managed to dodge three of the beams, but one struck him.

Boom!

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Even with Diamond Armor, the Orcs' powerful strike dealt over 300,000 damage, leaving John's health dangerously low, nearly killing him.

"He's still alive?" The lead Orc was shocked; this human was far more resilient than expected.

"Damn it, I'll see just how much health you have left!" The Orc continued his assault. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

John immediately used his spatial skill, Flash.

His form vanished, reappearing a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye, effortlessly evading their attacks.

"You won't get another chance!" John's voice was cold as he activated the Infinite Sword Array.

Buzz!

The air hummed with sword intent as countless blades rained down, engulfing the four Orcs in a flurry of blood.

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The four Orcs lost another 200,000 health points.

Just as they were about to counterattack, John leaped onto his longsword and shot into the sky.

"Huh? What kind of skill is this?" The Orcs were stunned.

They were all melee fighters with no ranged attacks, leaving them unable to threaten John in the air.

But John was completely unfazed. He summoned his staff and unleashed a relentless barrage of magic on the four Orcs.

Inferno Dance, Wind Blade Rupture, Hellfire, Lightning Chain, Spatial Rift Slash, Holy Light Strike…

Each was a powerful high-level spell, and with the Wrath of the Gods talent reducing his skill cooldowns by 90%, he cast them with no delay.

The overwhelming elemental power surged, and the four Orcs were in agony as their health plummeted, dropping by more than half in an instant.

"Boss, do something!" one of the Orcs cried out in desperation. If this continued, they were all doomed.

"That human!" The lead Orc's gaze turned icy as he locked onto Malina on the platform.

Without hesitation, he charged toward her.

Malina, who had been watching the battle unfold, suddenly realized the danger and frantically called out for help, "Godslayer, save me!"

She had just managed to reach level 112, and if she were killed now, she would drop back down to level 100.

John sighed; this woman really was a handful.

He quickly maneuvered his flying sword, appearing in front of the Orc leader in an instant, using his body to block the attack.

Boom!

The sword beam whistled through the air with a thunderous roar as the Orc's strike triggered a critical hit.

John's health plummeted to nearly zero.

[You were nearly killed by a sixth-tier epic Orc. Lifesaver talent activated.]

The Lifesaver talent kicked in, leaving him with just 1 HP.

"You're still alive? Wait, you must have a resurrection skill!" The Orc leader realized what had happened. Judging by John's physical defense, he estimated John's health couldn't be more than 350,000.

His full-power attack, coupled with a critical hit, dealt over 700,000 damage—enough to kill this human.

But John hadn't died, meaning he must have some sort of resurrection ability.

"Hold on to me!" John took advantage of the Orc's brief moment of shock, grabbing Malina and soaring into the sky.

This time, she didn't resist, leaning obediently into John's embrace.

Compared to losing levels, letting him get a bit close was a small price to pay.

Besides, John's focus was entirely on the battle, not on Malina.

With no more distractions, John's attacks became even more ferocious, bombarding the four Orcs with a relentless barrage of spells. The Orcs were overwhelmed, running in panic with no way to fight back.

"Godslayer, I know who you are," the lead Orc finally recognized John and tried to threaten him. "You've already angered the Dark Humans. If you provoke the Orcs too, you'll be out of your depth. Let us go, and we'll forget this ever happened."

"I never considered you a threat!" John replied disdainfully.

There was no point in pleading, let alone threatening him.

"Annihilation!" John's cold voice echoed. He cast the high-level dark magic, Annihilation.

He had mastered 1% of the dark element's The power of laws, doubling his dark magic damage and adding 1% true damage.

The four Orcs were already on the brink of death, unable to withstand this devastating attack.

"No..."

Their roars of disbelief were cut short as the Dark Orb devoured them, reducing them to nothingness.

[You have slain a level 900 sixth-tier epic Orc leader. Experience points +2.08 million.]

[Plunder talent activated: Constitution +10, Strength +10, Skill Points +10.]

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The notifications flashed as John gained a significant number of attribute points through Plunder.

The only regret was that he didn't plunder any skills or talents.

These four Orcs were all powerful, epic-level beings and must have possessed some formidable talents.

"Godslayer, can you put me down now?" Malina's voice interrupted his thoughts.

At that moment, John realized he was still holding her tightly, and their position was a bit awkward.

He couldn't resist giving her waist a gentle squeeze.

Her slender waist was soft and smooth, with no trace of excess flesh.

"Let me go, you jerk!" Malina snapped angrily, feeling the warmth and slight tickle around her waist. It sent a shiver through her body, making her feel both uncomfortable and tingly, as if a current had passed through her.

"You're so uptight," John muttered, finally releasing her and turning his attention to the other side of the battlefield.

The Undead Lord was grappling with the banshee.

Having just been resurrected, his strength was severely weakened, and for the moment, he was struggling to overpower her.

John called out, "Hey, need any help?"

"No, I'll kill this wretch myself!" the Undead Lord's voice was cold, the soul fire in his eye sockets flickering fiercely.

He had entrusted the Undead Cave The Secret Area to the banshee, a sign of his deep trust in her.

But she had betrayed him, and worse, had planned to use his body to curry favor with the Orcs.

He wanted nothing more than to tear her to pieces.

As the fight continued, John noticed the Undead Lord's strength steadily increasing. He was now clearly dominating the banshee.

It seemed he was getting used to his skeletal body.

Meanwhile, Malina's eyes gleamed as she spotted the loot dropped by the four epic-tier Orc bosses. Taking advantage of John's distraction, she quickly picked everything up.

Sixth-tier legendary equipment!

Malina gasped internally—these four Orcs had dropped four pieces of legendary-quality gear.

Epic-tier bosses usually only dropped epic-tier equipment.

She couldn't help but marvel at John's incredible luck.

Little did she know, this had nothing to do with luck and everything to do with his talents.

Soon, the battle drew to a close.

The banshee was severely injured and on the brink of death, no longer a match for the Undead Lord.

With a thud, she dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she begged for mercy. "My lord, please spare me! I didn't mean to betray you; I did it for the sake of the Undead race."

"Hmph! Even in your pleading, you dare to justify yourself!" The Undead Lord's cold eyes glinted with murderous intent as he prepared to strike her down.

"My lord, I'm telling the truth!" the banshee cried out desperately. "I've heard that the Faction System is about to be activated. The Undead race is in decline—if those powerful beings descend, we'll have no place left to survive. I had no choice but to collaborate with the Orcs. Besides, I thought you had the help of an Undead Mage and wouldn't need this body. My lord, I did all this for the Undead race."

The Undead Lord listened to her explanation, unmoved.

But John, surprised, asked, "You know about the Faction System?"

The banshee glanced at John in confusion, not responding, clearly not considering him worthy of her attention.

"Answer him!" the Undead Lord's icy voice commanded.