Last Shelter Online

Hiro didn’t know what had happened before he arrived at the place. However, he was sure that it wasn’t too late. Because the main party of the Immortal Knights was still alive.

Still, challenging the 15 players in the robes alone with Jacob was the same as committing suicide. He needed to have a plan that he could use to save themself at least.

Hiro racked his brain for ideas. If only he had a skill that could be used to attack all of them from within the darkness, things would have gone much easier.

However, Hiro didn’t have that. The only skill that could be used to attack multiple people at once was the blood-eater vampire’s unique skill, but he felt that alone was not enough. Especially if among the 15 of them, there were great knights with high defensive power.

But—he had no other choice.

“Alice, you better help me with this.” He muttered towards the baby night fury who was flying around his shoulder. That the girl was used to controlling.

“This will be fun,” the dragon whispered excitedly.

After Hiro explained his plan to Jacob, they positioned themselves at different places because staying in the same place would make the opponent attack and kill them easily.

Hiro left first.

“Demon’s eyes.”

He really couldn’t let his guard down on this one thing.

Hiro sprinted to the place where the robes players were gathered. He completely muffled his footsteps so that the opponents wouldn’t realize his appearance from the darkness.

When Hiro was five meters away from their place, he immediately threw his Batarang. Aiming at all of them in one attack. Besides, he was already curious about the additional 3% damage increase he got from refining the weapon.

Splat! Splat! Splat!

[health -2100] [health -1550] [health -1750]

His aim wasn’t good enough, and it only managed to hit the three robed people standing in the front row.

“Damn it!”

Hiro caught back Batarang, which had turned towards him, and jumped quickly, pushing his body to lean forward so he could land exactly at the point he had calculated.

At the same time, the fifteen robed people looked back at the darkness to see who had just attacked them.

And the timing was perfect.

“Let’s go, vampire!”

Hiro’s greatsword blade emitted an extremely bright purplish-coloured light as he activated the sword skill one second before slashing everything in its path.

Splat!

Wing! Splatt!

Splat!!!

[health -5500] [health -5000] [health -3750] [health -4400]

Ding!

[you have killed 4 player killers]

[you have obtained 4,500 LSC]

Hiro ignored the notifications that bothered him, and he continued to swing nonstop before the purple light on his sword faded out.

Those who stood at the very back had no time to dodge, and they were killed by Hiro’s sudden attack.

After sucking their health points until they had less than 50% left, Hiro’s greatsword damage got even crazier. It managed to kill them in one slash.

[Awakening sword skill]

Splat!!! [Critical hit combo 11x]

Hiro used almost all the skills he had to optimized the attacks. Until he managed to eliminate half of the black-robed players.

Until one of them was strong enough to stop his sword using a large shield with an iron spiked surface like a hedgehog.

Clank!

“Who the hell are you?”

Hiro’s combos stopped, and seven robed players were already standing around him without a gap. They had brought out their own weapons, daggers, katars, scythes, and tomes as well.

“Damn it.” Hiro lowered his sword after being cornered.

No one knew if it was part of his plan.

While all the robed players in defense position were focused on him, Jacob quietly activated the item [Panacea] for the five main party members of the Immortal Knights.

A magic item that could eliminate almost all kinds of negative effects. And it was Hiro’s idea, though he forced Jacob to buy it with his LSC just before they dispersed.

“He’s NightFall.” One of them read the player’s name above Hiro’s head.

“Nightfall…? Why does that username sound familiar?”

“Do you know him?”

“No, Sir.”

“No.”

Hiro’s hands were sweaty and felt slippery as he gripped the hilt of his sword. His eyes moved to the voice of those who surrounded him. Neither of them looked upset, even though some of their comrades had been successfully executed by Hiro.

“Are you stupid? How can you not know him?!”

One of them wielding a silver-coloured scythe roared in annoyance. Hiro instantly knew who the leader was.

No answer. The others just bowed their heads in resignation. Or they really didn’t know and accept that stupid insult from the leader.

Hiro tried to recognize the faces that were half hidden within the robes. However, he had difficulty. Everyone looked new in his eyes. He didn’t recognize them. Besides, they were using special items to hide their identity. So, Hiro has no clues at all.

However, when he turned to examine the weapons they used, Hiro was instantly fixated on the person standing in front of him.

His weapon peeked out from under the cloak. A pair of claw-shaped Katar that Hiro was sure he had seen that weapon somewhere.

Feeling that he was being watched, the man purposely hid his hands, so Hiro could no longer observe the weapon.

‘Do I know him?’

At that moment, suddenly Dominic’s deep voice was heard from the darkness.

“Let that kid go!”

The robed players reflexively stared at the source of the sound. At the same time, Hiro swung his sword horizontally, stabbing the chest of a robed player who was distracted. A tome user, a mage. Hiro was sure that the player’s defense was lower than the others.

Splat!

[fatal damage]

[health -8800]

Ding!

[you have killed 1 player killer]

[you have obtained 3,000 LSC]

“3,000 LSC for only one PK? Damn, just how many players did he kill?” Hiro’s attention was distracted by the notification, and a player managed to pull his back.

Crash!

“Eh?”

Hiro’s eyes widened when he saw the tip of the scythe swinging at him, who was stumbling backwards.

He didn’t have time to dodge it.

“Dammit!”

…

“Kwakkk!”

Spyro flew out of his hiding place in the darkness. The dragon quickly shot towards the back of the player’s hand who was aiming to kill Hiro, hit him with all his might.

Bam!

Crash!

The monstrous Scythe’s tip stabbed the thick layer of snow on the ground, right on Hiro’s left hand.

“Damn… that was close.”