Chapter 481: 60th Floor Battle Royale 1
A knight burst forth from the fortress gates through the thick gunsmoke and dust.
His grotesque black armor looked as if human muscles had been cast in steel, his black helmet adorned with deer antlers, not a speck of skin visible - only red eyes glowing in the darkness. He wielded an ashen greatsword as tall as a person and wore a tattered, billowing cape.
He looked exactly like what you'd find searching for "dark knight" or "death knight" online - the stereotypical appearance. Though he may have looked like generic game art, the dark aura enveloping his entire body proved he was indeed the floor 60 boss.
"Well now, I thought you'd hold back."
"For whose benefit?"
"What is the mean-"
The terrifying figure's greatsword targeted neither Irene's legion soldiers in holy armor nor the adventurers and mercenaries circling nearby.
Without hesitation, his greatsword plunged into the dark mage's back while my hammer, having rushed out like lightning, smashed into the dark mage's chest. Like being caught between hammer and anvil - or hammer and chisel - his heart was torn apart front and back. He crumbled without even leaving final words.
Even with my strength, I was still a tank - for the dark mage to die in one hit, that final technique he was preparing must have been some kind of self-destruct that consumed his health. Even considering the boss monster's strike, the mid-boss died too easily.