555 Players One, Alfi Zero

"Two Hundred and Twenty Seven!" Dave shouted.

"Three thousand and ninety-nine!" Dagla smirked.

"Damn, that's a huge count, I gotta step up my game a bit," Dave's wicked smile was far too broad to be humanly possible. He was in the thick of the battle, right within the calamities range, and was whacking left and right any that came his way.

The barrier around the city was keeping the whole of it intact, and protected from the incoming horde. Yet Dave chose to go into the fray and lob off any head he could find.

This was a good area to use [World Boss] the advantage and the power given to Dave by this skill proved extremely useful in this current situation. He was able to mow down enemies and stand his ground and could rest behind Dagla's barrier, waiting for his Undead Passive to kick in if his HP dropped too low.