180 Ninety-nine (2)

'That's quite the upgrade…'

As if to suit its grand prelude, this situation was several times grander than it was one gate earlier.

Instead of the expected 50 Minotaur formations of 10, there was a total of ninety-nine formations, and to make it worse, there was a commander standing to their front giving out boss-like vibes…

On taking a second look, one could easily see that the difference wasn't limited to that…

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swo…!

It  only took a second before an array of arrows was sent flying, with me as its target, the Minotaur formations weren't just muscle-headed lumberjacks like the ones in the last 98 gates, but 49 of them were actually back line archers!

Taking little effort to dodge the arrows, I retreated as far as I could, a second later, the ground I was stepping on just now turned into a huge crater…

Greatsword Master!