Chapter 655 - [Ride-Hailing Beatdown] System Online

Gigantic horns, the ceaseless beams of mysterious rays from the void, were perpetually amplifying the power of the dragon...

Alright, another boss of Karazhan, the Nether Dragon.

At this moment, Duke was practically on the verge of devouring someone in frustration. While he was busy fighting the orcs, the Eredar Twins had covertly taken control of nearly all the bosses in Karazhan. If it weren't for the reliable Spirit of Redemption and Khadgar, and the fact that The Curator, an arcane construct, was difficult to control with dark powers, Duke might have returned to a massive pitfall waiting for him.

"Evil must be purified!" The Maiden of Virtue, in her fury, lifted her hand, sending a golden pillar of light directly through the portal. However, she inadvertently blocked a red beam coming from the void. The Nether Dragon, half its body jammed in the entrance of the Opera House, began to wrestle with the Maiden of Virtue, flailing its claws.

At this point, everyone on the Alliance side realized that something was terribly wrong.

Aleria became somewhat anxious: "Duke! If you have any tricks left, use them now! The creature that broke in gives me a terrible premonition!"

Inside the Opera House, the dense dark aura was enough to easily suffocate any ordinary person to death. The surging mystical power shredded all the miscellaneous items within the Opera House.

If the Opera House itself wasn't part of Karazhan, stabilized by the strange subspace, just the intrusion of Kazak would have been enough to send the entire building flying into the sky like a toy, then exploding into fragments.

Duke's face was ashen.

"Ha ha ha! I have arrived, mortals! Behold the mighty Burning Legion!" Kazak's maniacal laughter echoed throughout the Opera House.

First, a gigantic three-fingered red claw emerged from the portal, a claw so enormous that its size could anchor a battleship!

Then, a pair of sharp, crimson bat wings and a massive, square-headed, broad-bladed executioner's sword protruded.

Finally, the signature bull-horned head and that hideous demonic face appeared.

However, perhaps due to spatial constraints, Kazak couldn't fully enter this space, revealing only up to his waist.

Even so, the terrifying evil aura spread out like a shockwave in all directions. Those with lighter bodies, like the Windrunner sisters, Edwin, and Ronin, subconsciously wanted to move away, trying to distance themselves from Kazak as much as possible.

"Ha ha ha! Pitiful humans, do you still wish to resist the great Burning Legion?" Kazak looked around, mockingly taunting Duke and his team.

"Duke!?" Sylvanas was also getting anxious.

"You have a way, right?" Windrunner's eyes shone with unwavering belief.

The other heroes remained silent, but their thoughts were unanimous.

Behind Muradin, three rangers, along with Ronin and Edwin, continued to attack relentlessly.

Edwin VanCleef even transformed into a constantly swaying shadow, his elusive form flashing beside Queen Sacrolash, each appearance invariably inflicting bleeding damage on the demon queen's leg.

While doing their duty, everyone placed their hopeful hearts on Duke.

Yes, they were all strong.

Against ordinary enemies, no matter how numerous or powerful, they would not retreat an inch. Unfortunately, this had far surpassed the limit of what mortal power could handle. When they couldn't handle things themselves, all they could do was pray for a miracle.

Duke was synonymous with miracles.

Was Duke out of moves?

Pretty much.

Scouring his mind, Duke couldn't find a good strategy to deal with Kazak.

Others might not know, but Duke was well aware that Kazak was a meticulous enemy. If they didn't take down this bastard in three minutes, Kazak would enter a berserk state.

That was a terrifying state where both attack power and vitality would double and then double again. Anyone would kneel before it!

Duke could run back after dying, but Aleria and the others would perish.

If they could gather the power of ten people to gang up on Kazak, perhaps there would be a glimmer of hope. With the projection of the Eredar Twins still present, there was simply no chance!

Duke thought of miracles, but he didn't expect the miracle to appear in such a bizarre form.

The system suddenly popped up a small window, occupying a significant portion of the upper-left corner of Duke's retina.

"Congratulations, host, due to the Guardian's reputation linkage with the Wyrmrest Temple, you have officially activated the [Ride-Hailing Beatdown] mode!"

Without waiting for Duke to react, the system sprite autonomously read the information from the surface of his brain and filled it into the pop-up.

"Target—High Commander Kazak of the Burning Legion."

"Battle power evaluation is Skeleton Level!"

"Preliminary estimate of skills includes [Cleave], [Thunderclap], [Mass Shadow Bolt], [Capture Soul], and six others."

"Request for battle power support automatically set to—elite or above ancient dragon."

"According to the battle power requirements, the [Quick Beatdown] and [Downwind Beatdown] modes are automatically skipped for you, activating [Specialized Beatdown] mode."

"Your request has been sent! Please wait patiently for the dragon race's old driver to accept the order!"

"Beep—beep—beep—"

"The line is busy, you can choose to add a tip to make the powerful dragon race more interested in your order."

When Duke saw this, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

You're asking for a tip?

This is saving the world! And you're actually asking me for a tip?

Rolling his eyes, Duke, with a thought, filled in "Haagen-Dazs ice cream" in the tip column.

A miracle happened.

"Dragon race female driver, Llegolas, has accepted your order. Please protect yourself, she will arrive at any moment."