Over three thousand, according to Gulan Domma, it's about ten times that of the Strong Detention Team Captain.
But he said 'at least', which means this number isn't guaranteed.
So Rhode planned to apply all buffs before trying again.
He grasped the pendant on his chest: "Could everyone please step back a bit."
Perhaps they were startled by the previous punch; the members of the Council were surprisingly obedient, retreating tens of meters at once.
The Evaluators merely took a few perfunctory steps back.
Rhode ignored them; he had previously asked the President whether a Thought Body could be harmed, and there was no method to attack the physical body through the Thought Body, at most, it could only disrupt magic fluctuations to make the Thought Body disappear.
They probably knew this, which is why they wanted to watch up close.
"Summoning, Cyan Engraved Golem, Crimson Marked Tree Monster."
A red and a blue giant appeared behind Rhode.
The Evaluators carefully observed these two creatures they had never seen before.
"Crown of Insight, Crown of Embers."
Rhode habitually cast both red and blue buffs on himself.
Three streaks of red light and three streaks of blue light circled around him.
Then, his fingers pinched the necklace.
A fine white thread entwined with the metal chain emitted a faint glow.
That was a strand of spider silk given to Rhode by the Throat of Dishonor, with surprising toughness but no stickiness.
After verifying the strength of the spider silk, Rhode wound it with the necklace and threaded it through the hole in the pendant.
This way, there was no worry about losing the spider silk or the necklace breaking.
Rhode softly said, "Broken Ghost Crown!"
The soldiers of the Council saw only a circle of pale purple halo surrounding Rhode, and then he seemed terrifying in that instant.
Even Captain Trein and all the soldiers felt it hard to breathe, as if a powerful magical beast stood before them, and the more timid ones couldn't help but shudder.
The Evaluators, however, since not being present physically, didn't feel any discomfort, only perceiving Rhode's figure become slightly illusory for a moment.
But since Rhode was airborne the next second, they just thought Rhode moved too fast, making them see illusions.
In the game's design, the Broken Ghost Crown provides the hero with enhancements in aspects like life, mana, attack, and defense, nearly all-rounded, and gives a noticeable attribute boost to friendly soldiers, causing a brief fear in enemy soldiers.
Moreover, it allows the hero to 'Ghostify', ignoring collision volume—which simply put, means being able to 'pass through' soldiers.
In reality, Rhode indeed gained all-rounded enhancements in magic power, strength, defense, and could also share this boost with teammates.
The criteria for teammate recognition were quite subjective, basically giving it to anyone within his line of sight, and the number... has not reached a limit for testing yet.
This was the first magic he acquired capable of offering group enhancements, bearing significant meaning.
It meant that if that unseeing Ghost Guild were to initiate another guild war, Rhode probably wouldn't bother drafting such a detailed battle plan again.
No need.
Even more impressive was that magic power consumption did not stack by number, there was little difference between casting an aura on one person or casting it on a hundred.
As for the way 'Ghostification' was manifested, the Evaluators weren't seeing illusions just now, Rhode indeed could make his body turn illusory—he... could now phase through walls.
Such a state allowed him to be immune to most physical attacks, being quite practical.
Although the time he had acquired it was short and research was not thorough enough, Rhode suspected that the enhancement effects provided by Baron Nash might not be as comprehensive as this Broken Ghost Crown.
At this moment, Rhode was still embodying the Purgatory Sub-Dragon form, surrounded by red, blue, and pale purple lights, climbing the red scales of a dragon's cheek, imposing might.
He took a deep breath, and in the sky, a gigantic crimson trumpet flower seemed to suddenly bloom.
The Magic Power Tester, half a human's height, seemed like a small stamen accidentally dropped on the ground, instantly engulfed by flames and magma.
The originally rubble-strewn wasteland immediately turned into a sea of fire, which spread rapidly and sunk swiftly.
The breath, with intense explosions, stirred an exaggerated airwave, carrying scorching temperatures, rolling towards the surroundings.
The Golem and the Tree Monster sensed the situation was unfavorable and retreated as Rhode began the spray. The Thought Bodies of the Evaluators were swallowed by the magma sea, disappearing without a trace.
Trein quickly ordered: "Retreat!"
If those Frog People were here, they might rebuke Rhode for being reckless. But Trein was much more rational: rather than worrying about the Evaluators' Thought Bodies, it was better to worry about himself and his men being affected.
Knowing that this individual was so powerful, he should have prepared the Technique in advance.
Trein now utterly didn't understand; though he himself lacked the insight, did the Evaluators completely not grasp how powerful the Ten Wizard Saints were?
Fortunately, the worst-case scenario did not happen. Under Rhode's deliberate control, even if they didn't retreat, it wouldn't matter much; at most, it would just feel uncomfortably hot, or the front row might get their toes slightly burned.
In fact, the Evaluators were quite shocked seeing Rhode's move; this aura, this power, clearly resembled a Fire Dragon!
They seriously doubted whether the two Giant Dragons mentioned in Lahar's report could be Rhode himself.
However, before they could think further, as they were completely engulfed, the 9 Thought Bodies suddenly glitched like a TV with a bad signal, first distorting and flickering, then completely disappearing.
At this time, a number appeared above the sea of fire: 6934.
"6...6...6..." Trein couldn't believe his eyes.
An MPF approaching seven thousand, was this a number a human being could achieve?
The soldiers were just as dumbfounded; if calculating simply by numbers, Rhode alone equaled almost their entire unit of nearly a hundred men.
But the MPF values can't be simply added up like that.
If 100 people each had an MPF of 100 and launched an attack simultaneously, they wouldn't necessarily even reach a thousand. Because a group's magic power can't perfectly merge into one blow.
They really couldn't imagine how powerful nearly seven thousand MPF in one strike was... oh, wait, no need to imagine, since it was right in front of them.
Rhode seemed to hear someone shouting 666, and then saw the number in mid-air flicker twice like a bad signal and disappear completely.
He internally sensed something was wrong, diving down quickly, retrieving the device from the sea of fire, flying toward Trein.
Trein hadn't come back to his senses yet, looking at Rhode with a face full of awe.
And his men only found that close-range viewing of Rhode seemed even more terrifying, wanting to turn and flee if not for their military discipline.
Rhode placed the device full of cracks down, innocently saying: "Wasn't it said that even Super Magic couldn't break it?"