God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World!

Chapter 398: Gabriel Vs Hero Ranked Tank [1]

That hero ranked mage who had dealt with Grizzlenaught face immediately went pale with shock when he saw the creature rising fully once again from the crowd, its massive form reconstructing itself before his very eyes.

Those piercing blue eyes glowed with intense anger, and not only that, its reddish fur stood on end. The soldiers of the eastern camp did not need to be told that the summon was furious. They could sense it clearly from its aura and violent demeanor.

Instinctively, they stepped back in fear, while the hero rank mage grew both angry and embarrassed that his attack had failed. With a furious expression on his face, he tightened his grip on his magic staff and stepped forward.

”Ouu, that is surprising. I thought it died,” Seraphina muttered softly, her voice filled with disbelief. It was the first time she was seeing Grizzlenaught.

”Yes, it did,” Gabriel explained calmly, ”but as long as I have sufficient mana, I can always revive it.”

”That... that means it is almost immortal, because knowing you, it would be nearly impossible for your mana to run out. And even if it did, you could always accumulate more. When you do, you can summon the monster once again,” Seraphina spoke in one breath, her eyes glowing with both amazement and excitement.

Gabriel himself had never been this excited when he first discovered the traits of his pets inside the cave. Perhaps his mind had been clouded by his growing strength at the time.

”Yes, you could say so,” he shrugged, then issued a command to his summon. ”Use Rend.”

Growl.

The over six foot tall crimson bear roared loudly, then swiped its claws through the air. At first, most were confused by the motion, wondering why it would attack empty space. Seconds later, crimson spectral claws burst forth from Grizzlenaught’s claws.

And then panic ensued.

”Run!!!”

”Aghhhh!”

FWOOOSH! FWOOOSH!

The crimson spectral claws shot forward at an astonishing speed, aimed directly at clusters of eastern camp members. They activated defensive skills in desperation, while some hot headed soldiers charged forward, striking with their fists, believing they could stop the momentum.

They paid dearly for their arrogance.

Arms were severed. Torsos were torn apart. Heads were ripped clean off.

In a straight path, enemies fell one after another. Bodies piled up as red blood slowly soaked the battlefield. The air was immediately filled with the metallic taste of blood.

The sight was so visceral that, for a moment, the players genuinely felt like this was reality. One misstep, and they might truly lose their lives.

Eventually, the wicked spectral claws that had carved through the enemy line were stopped when another hero rank stepped forward. This one wielded a shield. He was heavily built and muscular. Compared to him, both Ragnarok99 and BrawlerX, who was currently away, looked like toddlers.

Bringing his large round shield in front of him, the spectral claws slammed against it before dispersing like smoke drifting into the air.

Grizzlenaught’s eyes glowed bloodshot as it prepared to pounce forward and slaughter the human who had stopped its attack. Suddenly, it felt a hand press against its side, stopping it in its tracks.

”Go assist the others. That one would be too difficult for you to deal with,” Gabriel said calmly.

Without a word, the bear turned around and dashed toward another section of the battlefield.

A wide trail of blood and corpses now lay before Gabriel. At the far end stood the shield wielding hero rank, whom Gabriel suspected to be a tank based on the weapon he carried.

The hero rank tank stared at Gabriel arrogantly.

Gabriel ignored him.

His gaze shifted past the man, far into the distance near the incomplete city. He could sense another batch of Awakened and otherworlders approaching. More importantly, he sensed the presence of additional hero ranks, at least nine of them, compared to the two currently present on this battlefield, the tank and the mage who had destroyed Grizzlenaught earlier.

Gabriel briefly wondered why they had not joined the fight yet. Then it struck him.

They believed the first batch would be enough.

After all, Broken Dawn’s population was just a little over one thousand.

Furthermore, there was a deeper and far more calculated reason behind their restraint.

The eastern camp was not foolish, nor were they reckless. They were cautious to the point of paranoia.

What Gabriel and Broken Dawn were facing was not a unified army, but a probing force.

The eastern camp had already suffered losses that should not have been possible under normal circumstances. A blood rope had appeared early. A hero rank had been killed. Another had been crippled beyond recovery. Deadly blood pillars had annihilated dozens of elite soldiers. And now, an unknown summon that should have been erased had risen again, angrier and more violent than before.

To them, this battlefield had become unstable and unpredictable.

They did not know Gabriel’s full capabilities.

They did not know his class.

They did not know the upper limit of his summons, his mana reserves, or his hidden cards.

And most importantly, they did not know if this was a trap.

Sending all their trump cards at once meant exposing their full strength. If Gabriel possessed an ace capable of wiping out multiple hero ranks in a single move, committing everyone would spell disaster.

That was why Henry had issued a silent order long ago.

Test first. Observe. Measure.

Only once the enemy’s depth was fully understood would they deploy their true force.

That was why the nine hero ranks near the incomplete city remained where they were. That was why they allowed this battlefield to turn into a slaughterhouse rather than intervening immediately.

They were watching. Recording. Calculating every skill, every movement, every abnormality.

Though this meant sacrificing their own men, in the grand scheme of victory, those losses were considered acceptable.

Gabriel’s gaze slowly returned from the distant skyline to the shield wielding hero rank standing before him.

The tank’s expression had darkened.

Being ignored was worse than being insulted.

”You,” the hero rank tank growled, his voice low and heavy like grinding steel. ”Do you have any idea who you are standing in front of?”

”Oh, my bad,” Gabriel apologized casually. ”You were so insignificant that I did not notice your presence.”

The tank’s face darkened even further upon hearing the clear arrogance in Gabriel’s tone. However, before he could respond, Gabriel spoke again.

”But I have an offer for you. Maybe if you accept it, I might allow you to live.”