45: Chapter 44 If no one volunteers, I'm going to start calling roll!

"You yourselves won't be getting out either." Lin Mo's voice echoed within the enclosed rock cage.

After a brief silence, thunderous laughter erupted from the surrounding rock walls.

"What kind of nonsense is he spouting?"

"Scared out of his wits, huh? He knows he's doomed, so he's started bluffing!"

"Does he actually think one person can surround the three hundred of us? Hahaha! I've never heard such an absurd joke in my life!"

The laughter was like a tsunami, deafening as it reflected off the rock dome.

More than three hundred prodigies, clad in dark gold sets and wielding high-tier staves and rare weapons, looked down at the Blank Slate Warrior below—who seemed like an ant to them—with eyes filled with nothing but contempt.

Is this the person who possesses a hidden class?

His brain is clearly not quite right.

Lin Mo ignored the mockery coming from all directions; he turned his head and looked at Lin Yao, who was slumped on the ground, her legs still trembling.

"Lin Yao." Lin Mo called her name.

Lin Yao jerked her head up, her red, swollen eyes still holding lingering fear.

"Y-yes!"

"Come up here." Lin Mo said.

Lin Yao bit her lip, looking at the three hundred prodigies high above, then at Lin Mo's calm profile.

She had promised Xiao Li that she would protect him well.

Although she was just a priest who couldn't fight, she had her own way.

"Okay!"

Lin Yao steadied herself and gripped the white crystal staff in her hand.

"I will bestow upon him the Protection of the Holy Angel!"

This was the innate skill of her support class, Holy Angel.

During the casting period, all damage is shared. Live together, die together.

A flash of determination crossed Lin Yao's eyes.

She raised the crystal staff high and slammed its tip into the rock beneath her feet.

Pure white light erupted from beneath Lin Yao's feet like a volcanic explosion.

Sacred gold and white runes wove together in mid-air to form a complex magic circle.

"Do you think adding a buff is useful?"

The people on the high rock walls wore disdainful smiles.

They had more support units, and the buffs they could add would only be more numerous than Lin Mo's.

In the next second, Lin Yao's body gradually became transparent, finally turning into a beam of nearly pure light that slammed into Lin Mo's chest.

Blinding white light swallowed the spot where Lin Mo was standing.

When the light faded, Lin Mo, who had been wearing simple casual clothes, had disappeared.

In his place was a slender figure completely covered in silver-white heavy armor.

The surface of the armor shimmered with a mercury-like sacred luster, and every seam fit perfectly.

"Swish—" A pair of wide, pure white wings suddenly unfurled from behind Lin Mo, the edges of the feathers flashing with a sharp white light that seemed to cut through space.

Sacred, cold, and extremely oppressive.

At the same time, a tiny phantom of an angel floated above Lin Mo's head.

The face of that little angel was exactly Lin Yao's. At this moment, she was sobbing and saying:

"Lin Mo, if we can't beat them, let's run! Don't try to tank it, I'm scared!"

[Ding! Received the buff: Protection of the Holy Angel.]

[Temporarily gained all of skill user Lin Yao's base attributes: Strength +420, Constitution +980, Spirit +2000, Speed +730]

[Gained passives: Flight, Injury Immunity 30%, Lifesteal 30%, Tenacity 30%]

Lin Mo clenched his fist. Immense power surged through his body, giving him a surreal feeling.

The wings on his back were just like arms, usable at will.

The data on his panel had instantly multiplied several times over.

[HP: 11400] [Mana: 21600] [Strength: 1230] [Constitution: 1140] [Spirit: 2160] [Speed: 890]

[Talent: Block (Level 7626)] [Skills: Berserk (Level 481), Parry (Level 312)]

Lin Mo stared at the numbers on the panel in shock. Good grief.

Lin Yao was merely a support with a Monarch-level class, yet every single one of her attributes was several times his... This is absurd!

Only now did he truly realize the massive gap between a Blank Slate Warrior class and a Monarch-level class.

No wonder Qin Lan always said he wasn't suited for combat and wanted him to handle logistics.

Lin Mo flexed his ankles, which were encased in silver-white war boots, making a crisp metallic clanking sound.

He pulled out the epic grade platinum longsword from thin air, rubbed it in his hand a few times, and quickly activated the Berserk skill, entering the Berserk Intent state!

The Berserk skill, which he hadn't turned off the entire way, had now reached level 481! Strength increased by 290%! Speed increased by 290%!

Activate Berserk Intent! All attributes x3 again!!!

[HP: 34200] [Mana: 64800] [Strength: 14391] [Constitution: 3420] [Spirit: 6480] [Speed: 10413]

"Ah... this terrifying power..." An expression of enjoyment appeared on Lin Mo's face.

Over ten thousand points of speed! Fourteen thousand points of strength!!

If Lin Mo's stats were revealed now, he'd probably scare the hell out of this group of people!

With a Sister Yao attached to Daddy Kai's head, who would dare to act out?

Not to mention an enhanced super Sister Yao, and an ultimate, enhanced Daddy Kai who could also fly!

"Alright, small talk time is over, now we begin the open recruitment." Lin Mo's tone was calm, as if he were truly an HR representative.

"The requirements are simple: First, possess high-frequency attack skills; second, have abundant stamina and be able to work for over eight hours without rest; third, no talking back."

He raised the tip of his sword and pointed at a red-haired mage standing on the rock pillar to the left, who had just been laughing the loudest.

"Starting with you now, what is your class?"

The red-haired mage was initially stunned by Lin Mo's appearance, but after snapping out of it, his face instantly flushed red, feeling greatly insulted.

He was the chief disciple of the Starfall Guild, a level 30 Flame Berserker Mage!

"Recruit your mom!"

The red-haired mage cursed loudly and leaped down from the rock pillar. While still in mid-air, his staff had already condensed a black-red fireball with a diameter of three meters.

"You're trying to recruit your daddy? I'll burn that stinking mouth of yours to ashes right now!"

The explosive fire-attribute mana scorched the surrounding air until it warped.

Lin Yao was so scared she screamed at the top of her lungs! However, that sound could only be heard by Lin Mo.

"Ahhhhh! Lin Mo, hurry and dodge!!!"

Lin Mo remained expressionless. The six white wings on his back suddenly flapped.

"Bang!" A white sonic boom cloud exploded where he had been, and the shockwave sent the gravel on the ground flying.

The red-haired mage only felt his vision blur, and in the middle of his pride-and-joy black-red fireball, a silver-white afterimage suddenly appeared.

There was absolutely no time to react. Lin Mo didn't even use any skills. One sword strike!

"Ssh—" The platinum longsword sliced through the fireball without any resistance, cut through the red-haired mage's three layers of dark gold-grade magic shields, and finally sliced through his neck.

Blood shot up into the sky like a fountain, dyeing half the rock pillar red.

The red-haired mage's headless corpse slammed heavily onto the ground due to inertia, making a dull thud.

His skull rolled onto the ground, the expression on his face still frozen in the arrogance and conceit of the previous second.

[Killed a Class Advancer, inherited 1200 points.]

Lin Mo stood beside the corpse and gave a casual flick; the blood droplets on the platinum longsword drew a glaring red line on the rock.

"Your skill is a bit like a hot spring; the comfort level meets the standard, but the frequency doesn't meet the requirements." Lin Mo commented flatly.

Dead silence. A suffocating dead silence like a grave.

The expressions of all three hundred-plus prodigies on the rock walls collectively froze on their faces.

An expert from the Starfall Guild, wearing a dark gold set, with three layers of magic shields. One strike?

And it was a strike where they hadn't even seen the movement! One-hit kill!

A few drops of warm blood splattered onto the face of a short-haired female assassin nearby.

That wasn't some random roadside nobody; that was a genius on par with them!

And Lin Mo had one-shot him just like killing a chicken...

The female assassin reached out to touch her cheek; seeing her hand covered in red, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Are you kidding me? Is this the speed that can be burst out by a 0-advancement player?

This guy is not some prey being hunted at all; he is a monster wearing human skin!

"How is this possible..." Someone in the crowd made a trembling sound.

With this level of speed and explosive power, let alone level 30 at 0-advancement, even a top-tier agility-type genius at level 90 of First Class Advancement might not be able to do it!

And they were still only level 30 at 0-advancement!!!

"Quick! Form a formation! Everyone, form a formation!" The first to react was a captain from The Consortium, who roared at the top of his lungs.

"Support units! Stack all the shields! Control types, prepare to restrict his speed!"

The originally arrogant prodigies were now like ants in a pan.

Colorful lights flashed crazily inside the cage.

Earth Shield, Holy Light Protection, Rock Armor, Frost Armor...

Countless support skills were cast on themselves as if they were free; the Shield Guards in the front row slammed their tower shields onto the ground, and the fingers of the mages in the back row gripping their staves were deforming violently.

Sweat from their foreheads slid down their cheeks and hit the cold rock. Everyone was as if facing a formidable enemy.

Lin Mo looked at this group of flustered "prodigies."

He raised his right hand holding the sword, and the silver-white wings behind him slowly unfurled.

"Is there no one volunteering?" Lin Mo's voice was exceptionally clear in the noisy cage.

"If not." He paused, and a cruel arc hooked at the corner of his mouth.

"Then I'm going to start calling names!"