God-level Hero-Chapter 133 - 129 Hidden Profession Artillery Master

Chapter 133: Chapter 129: Hidden Profession Artillery Master

Chapter 133 -129: Hidden Profession Artillery Master

For the Dragon Slayer Guild, this night was indeed a double victory of fame and fortune. However, the entanglement in Ma Yinglong’s heart was not something to be shared with outsiders. What is achievement? Achievement is having what others don’t, and having more of what others do. Now that various countries, including ordinary players, all have a large number of Abyss Lords, how does Ma Yinglong feel about this?

What’s the next step? Attack? Send level 6 troops, which are impossible to obtain at the current stage, to their death? Impossible! Players treat their level 1, 2, and 3 low-tier troops like treasures and are unwilling to charge forward; one can only imagine how it is now with level 6 troops! Anyway, Dragon Slayer will not continue to charge any further, as it’s known to stop while ahead. After all, most of the Hell Race in the China Region are ordinary players. Having learned a lesson from last night’s finger-guessing game incident, Ma Yinglong must now always consider the interests of the ordinary players.

So, it can be imagined that other countries that came just for show will also not advance any further. This National War is destined to be a passive time-consuming match, dragging on until the end of the game. When will it end? Of course, the Japanese get to decide since they are the main force attacking the Hell Race, and their elite troops have fallen into the pit of the China Region; they have no choice but to push forward.

Right, the next step is to drag it out, do nothing, and wear down the Japanese.

Speaking of which, there’s also India, which seems to be profiting the most right now. Are they recruiting a hero? This can be seen from how proactive India has been in helping Dragon Slayer block roads, almost as if they want to drag things out until they secure that hero, right?

And from the current situation, India’s appetite seems quite large; they are even trying to secure the legendary Artillery Woman of the Hell Race!

Ma Yinglong is very displeased, so he simply stopped blocking the roads and let the Indians take over! After all, he has decided to play it by ear and go with the flow.

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Compared to Ma Yinglong’s entanglement, India Zone is flourishing.

At this moment, surrounded by a human wall of Indians, Siriel is passionately confessing his love to Deirdre, who is repeatedly dismantling a Phantom Crossbow Cannon: “My ardor is like a flame, you’re a homebody girl, I’m a homebody guy, the fates’ crossbow cannon ties us together, little Bu, accept my love?”

The crowd of Indians clapped their hands.

Deirdre is a Great Demoness wearing a terrifying mask. She wears the mask because she doesn’t want others to mistake her beauty for that of an Enchanting Demon (Banshee), which would be an absolute insult for a Great Demon. In the world of demons, demons are classified into upper, middle, and lower classes based on lineage. Without a doubt, Great Demons are of an upper-class race that rules, while Banshees and Nightmares, intermediate demons, are usually considered the property of the Demon Lords.

Deirdre, being petite compared to regular Great Demonesses (in Great Demon terms, this meant short and stubby), not only makes her easily mistaken for an Enchanting Demon but also hinders her from standing out in personal combat. Thus, she devoted herself entirely to the study of war machines, achieving great success. Compared to the treacherous and fearful Demon Army, always in fear of enemies or wobbling between fearing the enemy and their master, the cold steel machines are her most reliable battle companions.

Back in his school days, Siriel, of Intermediate Flame Demon origin, had a chance glimpse of Deirdre’s beauty and fell for her instantly. While striving to increase his own power, he persistently pursued her. Although Deirdre ranks among the lower in the Great Demon community, a Great Demon is still a Great Demon, and their noble bloodline is very appealing. Marrying a Great Demoness would turn his life upside down.

However, Great Demons are not so easy to pursue, let alone Deirdre, whose talents have made her status rise with each passing day, leaving Siriel trailing further behind, under great pressure. In short, this is a love story without love between two Epic Heroes.

At this moment, faced with Siriel’s confession, Deirdre responded with a cold chuckle without looking up: “You think you’re worthy now?”

Siriel laughed: “I invited you over to witness the ascent of my career!”

Deirdre sneered: “The Demon King’s strategic focus is on the New World, rich in wealth; he won’t use too many resources in the old world. You don’t even have a decent army, and your opponent is the World Tree, the foundation of the Elves. Do you think you can rise with these little guys?”

Siriel laughed loudly: “It is precisely because the Demon King won’t use many resources here that this is a test for a competent commander. I won’t miss this opportunity. I have summoned a large number of Abyss Demons using 500 years’ worth of my Flame Essence. This is my army! Enough forces to severely damage the World Tree! The energy I used was replenished through visiting the Wisdom Ancient Tree and then further threatening the World Tree by cursing ancient trees. My plan is interconnected and flawless!”

Deirdre was shocked: “You idiot!”

The crowd of Indians finally understood the origins of the Abyss Lords and nodded repeatedly, agreeing with her calling him an idiot.

Siriel ecstatically said: “Little Bu, were you just worried about me? That’s great, don’t worry about me. Although I temporarily weakened my strength by consuming 500 years of Flame Essence, it’s nothing compared to the merits I’ve earned.”

Deirdre bellowed: “I’m talking about the Wisdom Ancient Tree! Why didn’t you involve me!”

Siriel was tremendously shaken, his once-proud flames instantly extinguished. He dumbly said, “Weren’t you not here at that time?”

Delib angrily retorted, “Then couldn’t you have waited for me?”

Siriel, blackened as if charred, responded, “It was an emergency situation, and besides, I didn’t expect you would really come.”

With a grunt, Delib stopped paying attention to him and continued to amuse himself with his cannon. Siriel stood there, stunned.

A group of Indians heaved a long sigh and shook their heads; it seemed like things were over between them.

Just then, Deirdre interjected, “Lord Delib, actually, this crossbow cannon is a gift from the mentor to you. The mentor wasn’t sure if it would meet your standards, so he never brought it up.”

Delib was suddenly overjoyed, “For me?”

Siriel, shocked, glanced at Deirdre and then nodded frantically, “Yes, yes, yes! Lil’ B, this is for you! I’m so glad you like it!”

Delib burst into a hearty laugh and stood up abruptly. Her proud gaze finally settled on Deirdre who had always been following her, “This crossbow cannon might be worth dozens of times your own value, are you willing to give it away?”

Deirdre hurriedly said, “Next to the mentor’s happiness and Lord Delib’s interests, this stolen item is nothing.”

Delib laughed loudly again. “Actually, I’ve been contemplating how to kill you and snatch this cannon. You’re quite the clever banshee, very good, exceptionally good!”

Upon hearing this, the group of Indians was terrified.

At that moment, Delib took out a red-covered Skill Book from her possessions, “As a reciprocal gift, I’m giving you this hidden profession of Artillery Master. It even contains my unique secret techniques. But listen well, once you become an Artillery Master, you won’t be able to take on the common Demon Lord profession. Of course, I’ve never thought a banshee could command much respect to lead the unruly Hell Army, so you should take me as your role model and follow in my footsteps.”

Deirdre was overjoyed, “Thank you, my Lord! I will definitely take you as my example!”

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The previously shocked Indians couldn’t help but burst into cheers! The entire Indian Zone headquarters erupted in excitement! Everyone knew that the Epic Hero Delib didn’t possess the Hell Gate like other demons, her profession was a mystery. Now, the secret is revealed, it turned out she was an Artillery Master! This meant that Deirdre could be the second Delib! A hero with incredibly strong basic attributes plus a mysteriously terrifying hidden profession—her future could be even mightier than Delib’s! How could the Indian Zone not rejoice?

Delib laughed heartily, “Excellent, I’ll take this crossbow cannon with me. It’s too noisy here; I’ll go back and study it slowly. Siriel, my friend, I’m looking forward to your soaring career!”

Siriel’s flames soared anew, “Lil’ B, I definitely won’t disappoint you!”

Amid the laughter, Delib opened a space gate and disappeared in a flash.

Siriel laughed loudly as he took out a scroll blazing with flames, “You truly deserve to be my disciple, and not only that but also my most capable and most loyal one. I’m proud of you. Take this; I’ve trained many heroes, and actually, becoming a hero is this simple! That ancient tree was just farting! I look forward to you contributing all your wisdom to my cause!”

Deirdre, excited, took the scroll and asked, “Mentor, what is this?”

Siriel laughed and said, “As long as you can survive until level 50, you’ll be immortal. You’ll be a true hero!”

For a time, the Indians cheered once again. The entire Demon Camp turned into a stage for the Indians’ revelry, attracting the attention of players from various countries.

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