Chapter 415: Chapter 417 The God of Plague Appears, Finally Seeing Lord Ilo (9000 words)

“F*ck, is this NPC this badass?”

“Iron hooves charging into battle, looks damn cool.”

“But, this is only a temporary reprieve. We’re still far from breaking the siege.”

While the sight of tens of thousands of centaurs trampling over the berserk ratmen was indeed impressive, a grim reality remained–the number of berserk ratmen had reached a million, and these centaurs couldn’t inflict any fatal damage.

Before the city walls lay a huge undeveloped area, sprawling in scope.

After Prince Anos led the centaur charge into this area, these Divine Servants reconvened from either side of the main road towards it. They had no time to react further before the berserk ratmen cut off their retreat.

The numerical superiority of the berserk ratmen became undeniably evident at that moment.

Although the Centaur Army had trampled over 100,000 berserk ratmen on the main road, after reaching the vast area in front of the city walls, the centaurs lost the most important thing–their momentum from the charge.

It was like a sharp knife stuck in thick mud, still sharp but unable to continue slicing through the surrounding mire.

If this road stretched for hundreds of kilometers, then everything in front would have been shattered by the centaurs. But now, the walls that once protected them had become an obstacle that restricted the centaurs.

Without their speed, the centaurs faced a massive crisis in an instant.

Especially the flying half-rat men, who now swarmed like locusts, quickly covering the sky.

In just a few breaths, the official livestream of “Glory” could no longer see Prince Anos’ Centaur Army below.

The berserk ratmen clustered like ants, these evil creatures roaring with a brutal desire to kill as they rushed towards the Centaur Army.

Tear these damned centaurs apart!

The order embedded in their souls to kill all life around them made the berserk ratmen fearless of all danger.

At this moment, they became synonymous with death, brutality, and slaughter.

Although the war had taken a slight turn, the overall direction had not changed.

Prince Anos wielded a sword unmatched in sharpness, with each slash ensuring the death of a berserk ratman, but as the centaurs were tightly ensnared by the berserk ratmen and couldn’t gain momentum for another charge, he couldn’t give the order to charge again.

The battle reached a stalemate.

Moments later, Prince Anos issued a resolute command.

“Form a circular formation, with the archers at the center and the centaur heavy armor warriors as guards!”

Since there was no way to fight back, they would become a steadfast nail in the heart of the berserk ratmen, easing the pressure on the defenses behind them.

Seeing this, netizens watching the livestream couldn’t help but shake their heads and sigh. Anos City was destined to fall.

The disparity in strength between the two sides was too great. Prince Anos’ actions could buy time, but it was merely a slow death.

At this moment, the live chat went wild.

“This is really it, it’s over. I thought these centaurs might make a difference in the last moments, but it seems their efforts are just futile.”

“The only player city is falling? Sigh, there are just too many monsters from the ancient factions… In such a situation, only an Extraordinary could save the city.”

“Extraordinary coming? Whoever says that probably knows nothing. Do you even know what level of power an Extraordinary is? The whole southern province only has one in Green City, and that one has to stay there. Why would he come to Anos City?

If you ask me, it’s better to run away early. That stupid prince lacks intelligence too. He’s thinking of turning the tables in this situation? He should look at his own capacity…”

“Exactly, and even if an Extraordinary could come, it would be useless. Didn’t you see that half of the city below is filled with servants of the Ancient Evil God? I don’t believe there is any power that can kill these millions of berserk ratmen…”

The players watching the livestream were incredibly pessimistic. Even those who harbored a sliver of hope found it difficult to imagine any chance for Anos City to turn the situation around.

The fall of Anos City was imminent.

Outside Anos City, many native inhabitants used magic to witness the battle unfolding, their expressions markedly grave.

Unlike players, this land was their home, where they had grown. If Anos City were to be captured, wouldn’t it mean that other cities might also face the threat of the Ancient Evil God?

For players, losing the main city might sting for a moment, and they could just move somewhere else and thrive. But natives couldn’t do that as whimsically; this was their home.

“Your Grace, the Fierce Half-Ratmen have already overrun most of Anos City, with only the last Life Goddess temple standing.

Once the final temple falls, the adventurers from the Lost Plane will lose their place of rebirth, and Anos City will be completely conquered.”

In the lord’s estate at the heart of Green City, Duke O’Kelly was perusing documents in his study when the bishop of the God of Nobles approached him with a solemn face, reporting the situation of Anos City.

“After the fall of Anos City, as the largest city in the south, Green City will no doubt be directly exposed to the forces of the Evil God from Risier City, Your Grace. We need to prepare early…”

Hearing this, Duke O’Kelly put down the documents in hand, looking up with a serious expression at the bishop standing in front of his desk.

“Would sending troops to rescue now still help North City achieve victory in war?”

The bishop shook his head, giving a bitter smile, “Your Grace, whether at the beginning or now, we have not been capable of coming to the aid of Anos City.”

“Oh?” Duke O’Kelly raised an eyebrow, “If we could have one more city to hold back the Evil God of Risier City, that might not necessarily be a bad thing…”

“That was true before, but now circumstances have changed…” The bishop’s eyes were sharp. “By now, Your Grace’s views on the adventurers from the Lost Plane must have undergone a significant shift, haven’t they?”

To say significant was an understatement; it was a monumental shift.

Duke O’Kelly was lost in thought.

Anos City, relying solely on players, had withstood the onslaught of millions of Fierce Half-Ratmen for several days.

To the high nobility of Green City, this was absolutely heart-stirring.

How long had Anos City been established? Barely a year.

And how long had the adventurers from the Lost Plane been around? Merely a bit over a year.

Yet this city, existing for only a year, coupled with adventurers who had appeared for just over a year, possessed the strength to withstand the charge of millions of Divine Servants.

Moreover, the lord of Anos City had once been royal waste, scorned by them–a prince born to a maid.

What did this imply? It meant that the adventurers of the Lost Plane were a force full of potential, and now their potential had begun to unfold, no longer blindly messing around due to their ability to revive endlessly.

The adventures of the Lost Plane had the power to change the course of wars.

This was the greatest discovery of the Green City nobles since the outbreak of the Anos City campaign.

In the Main Plane of Glory, power was the sole and everlasting criterion for judgment.

Since the adventurers of the Lost Plane had now possessed considerable strength, their natural treatment could no longer be as disdainful as before.

Duke O’Kelly’s eyes held a mix of amazement and apprehension, nodding somberly.

“Yes, the war has shown that the adventurers from the Lost Plane played a role that cannot be overlooked. But what does this have to do with whether we support Anos City or not?”

“Your Grace, Anos City is referred to as their main city by those adventurers… In other words, they see Anos City as their home.

And in this period, the number of adventurers that Anos City has taken in from the Lost Plane has already far exceeded the number of adventurers in Green City.

Previously we considered them a burden and didn’t pay attention, but now, if this trend continues, then Anos City will inevitably have even more adventurers.

For Green City, this is a huge impact, because we also need their strength.”

“But this war that has suddenly erupted seems to have provided us with a breakthrough. If Anos City falls, those adventurers will inevitably have nowhere to return.

At that time, Green City will be their only destination.

Therefore, from the perspective of any interest, if Green City wants to gain the most, it can only hold its forces and not make a move.”

Duke O’Kelly was certainly no fool; he understood as soon as he heard this that the bishop had intended from the beginning to let Anos City destroy itself–its devastation would actually be more beneficial for Green City.

As the supreme ruler of the southern provinces, Duke O’Kelly was not a man of indecision or excessive kindness–traits that did not lend themselves to stability in his position.

“Dispatch troops to monitor the vicinity of Anos City, while keeping the entire city on alert to prevent the servants of the Evil God from attacking Green City. As for Anos City… let it be.”

The bishop nodded, “Your Grace, you need not be concerned. With the war progressing to this extent, even if we were to deploy all our forces to rescue Anos City, victory is uncertain, and it is even more likely that we would suffer heavy losses while Anos City falls.

Moreover, I suspect that the servants of the Ancient Evil Gods still have some tricks up their sleeve, possibly waiting for us to make a move.

This war is unwinnable for Anos City. Not our troops, not even if Lord Rock himself, an Extraordinary, intervened, could make a difference.

At this stage of the battle, no one can save this city destined to fall; no one has that kind of strength.”

Duke O’Kelly gave a faint sigh upon hearing this and picked up the documents to review them again.

The strategic location of the Red Moon Territory was not important, and neither was Anos City built upon it–it was, at most, a city established by a royal outcast.

Moreover, a powerful and prominent figure in the royal family had given him several hints; he had no reason to deploy troops, and even if he did, victory was not guaranteed, so he could only remain silent.

“Go now, and bring news immediately once you receive it. Prepare the contingency plan for after the fall of Anos City…”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

Although the players demonstrated astonishing combat strength, and Prince Anos, whom the nobles of Green City deeply despised as a royal waste, turned out to be unexpectedly valiant,

when news came that Prince Anos, leading the final Centaur Army, charged into the Fierce Half-Ratmen and was then overwhelmed by their number, no one held any hope for this war anymore.

Not even an Extraordinary’s intervention could change the outcome now.

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“We can’t hold them back anymore! Retreat, fall back to the rear defense line! President, let’s go, we can’t hold this position!”

A warrior player suddenly beheaded two Fierce Half-Ratmen and grabbed a nearby player to retreat.

At the forefront, Zhao Yue the assassin, who had turned into an assassin class, was wielding a delicate and small crossbow, frantically shooting the Fierce Half-Ratmen.

Assassins were extremely skilled with weapons suited for assassination such as throwing knives and crossbows.

This was a secondary street block held by the Crimson Moon players; relying on their formidable combat strength and the complete set of superb Dwarf Equipment, the players were like nails firmly hammered into their position.

However, players in the surrounding streets had already been killed by the Fierce Half-Ratmen, and despite their prowess, they could not hold out alone and had to retreat to the next street corner, using the prepared defensive position to snipe at the oncoming Fierce Half-Ratmen.

“Everyone retreat to the next defensive position! I’ll cover our rear!”

Zhao Yue did not hesitate; the crossbow in her hand was a Perfect level piece of equipment produced by Lide’s weapons factory, a perfect tool for hunting down these level 7 or 8 Fierce Half-Ratmen with deadly accuracy.

She alone stood as the core position of the ADC marksmen, the most powerful support point of firepower.

As her words fell, the other players immediately began to retreat, trusting in Zhao Yue’s ability.

After the players of Crimson Moon left the defensive line, the Fierce Half-Ratmen below surged up like a tidal wave.

Zhao Yue’s eyes were cold, and the crossbow in her hands, loaded with bolts, could shoot thirty shots, with only a 0.3-second interval between each shot. Although the range was only a hundred blades, it was the deadliest weapon in this environment.

Whiz, whiz, whiz~

The trigger was frantically pulled, and those fierce Half-Ratmen charging up burst open with a splattering sound.

Zhao Yue alone forcibly contained the speed at which these Divine Servants charged, and it was fortunate that the flying Half-Ratmen had all gone to hunt the Centaur Army, greatly relieving the players’ pressure. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so relaxed.

The bolts in her hands were exhausted in less than 10 seconds under the intense battle.

Seeing this, Zhao Yue’s hands flashed, and an exquisitely crafted quiver appeared in her hands. In less than three seconds, she reloaded, and the bolts shot out again.

Her gaze remained cold as she, a voluptuous lady clad in leather armor, exuded a charm on the battlefield that no one could block–a pity that no one was there to appreciate this deadly allure.

After the fifth clip was spent, Zhao Yue touched the crossbow in her hands with a hint of emotion, unconcerned by the bloody carnage below.

This was the crossbow that Lide had given her, a pity that the unscrupulous capitalist was nowhere to be found now.

Now that the Crimson Moon was facing destruction, he didn’t show up…

Her resentment could not help but burst forth.

“What a pity, Anos City is surely beyond defense now, even if Lide were here in the face of such a situation, I fear he would be helpless.

No one can withstand these millions of fierce Half-Ratmen…

Am I truly unwilling to accept this, that more than a year of efforts have come to naught?”

Zhao Yue took a deep breath, with a touch of reluctance, she stepped and turned away. Her irregular footwork allowed her to maintain speed while retreating and shooting back; her voluptuous body, paired with agile movements, was filled with astonishing charm.

By the time all Crimson Moon players had retreated to the next position, many had already lost all hope.

For underneath their feet was the last street, and just beyond the street lay the Life Temple. Once the temple fell, the resurrected players would have no foothold, and all would vanish like bubbles.

“It’s over; this time it’s really over. Even the Destiny Hero, Prince Anos, has been surrounded by fierce Half-Ratmen; Anos City, no longer holds any hope…”

“Alas, I always said one shouldn’t accept things given for free. Knowing Anos City was giving land away, one could foresee this scenario. It’s probably the game designers’ intent, creating a monster siege just so the players can’t freeload, damn those game designers, f**k their ancestors…”

“Should we give up? Continuing to fight is nothing more but dying one more time…”

“Defeat is certain; after fighting to this point, even an Extraordinary would be unable to save us, unless some Divine being suddenly appeared and wiped out all these fierce Half-Ratmen with one strike…”

“Divine? Ha, are you dreaming?…”

Pessimism was rampant in the hearts of every player from Anos City.

By now, almost no one believed Anos City could still stand.

Its fall was a foregone conclusion, and many players were already calculating whether to strategically withdraw…

Unsettled hearts, declining morale.

And in the “Glory” game’s official live broadcast room, the cameras, extremely cunning, focused on the chattering players, their words instantly causing the streaming audience to wail in despair.

“Can’t really blame them; fighting to this extent is already impressive. In my opinion, they might as well give up. Why bother holding out here, just a waste of experience…”

“It’s all over. Not even the gods can save this…”

“Anos City has fallen, which city will be next? I’m now wondering whether I should stay in Green City; with this rate, Green City being razed is just a likely event.”

The barrage of comments was overwhelmingly negative; even the most hopeful players had their illusions shattered.

The backbone of the city, Prince Anos, and the Centaurs were trapped at the entrance of the city wall, facing the mad charge of hundreds of thousands of fierce Half-Ratmen; annihilation was only a matter of time.

And to make matters worse, they were cut off, unable even to run.

The remaining players were disheartened and low in morale, pitifully few in number compared to the fierce Half-Ratmen who still fought fearlessly. The gulf between the two sides was apparent to anyone.

As things progressed in the way everyone had anticipated, Anos City continued to be devoured. In the end, players even began fleeing the city, and not even the native Military Governor could prevent their exodus.

The situation became increasingly clear; the fall of Anos City was no longer in doubt, especially when the Fierce Half-Ratmen attacked from the rear gates of Anos City, eventually surrounding both the Mage Tower and the Life Goddess Temple, bringing the war to its conclusion.

Under the onslaught of the numerous Fierce Half-Ratmen, the territory controlled by the players diminished step by step.

But just when everyone thought the war was over, an unexpected change occurred.

The thick clouds in the sky plummeted like collapsing mountains, and a terrifying presence spread out, as if the Abyss Demon God had torn through space to emerge on the Main Plane.

An 18-level storm whipped up millions of tons of seawater to crash against the cliffs, its roar thunderous.

What is this??

Along with the doubts of countless people, the tumbling clouds coalesced into a vortex, and suddenly a shadow appeared in the sky. Then, as if attracted to something, the dark clouds surged downwards.

The scene was like the apocalypse from a wandering bard’s tales, where the entire sky’s dark clouds transformed into a vortex spinning downward until, eventually, that massive vortex slowly descended into Anos City.

The shocking scene left viewers in the livestream in a silence akin to death, to the point where even the chat was empty for a long while.

Not until the black cloud vortex in the sky dissipated and peace returned did the viewers become agitated again.

“What was that?? Damn it, why not zoom in??”

“Hurry up and check!!”

“Did something fall from the sky??”

The camera in the official livestream seemed to heed the voices of the viewers and instantly zoomed in, focusing on the being that had descended from the clouds.

When the camera focused, everyone saw the entity that had caused the extraordinary phenomenon and gasped in unison.

“What the fuck is that monster??”

“That’s terrifying…”

“Such a powerful aura; look, those Fierce Half-Ratmen are retreating, some are even kneeling…”

In the clearing where the Centaur Army was encircled, a creature appeared before everyone, standing five blades tall, with a body covered in disgusting tumors, resembling an enlarged version of a Fierce Half-Ratman.

This creature was far uglier than a Fierce Half-Ratman but the aura it emitted made everyone’s throats tighten.

Transcendent!!

Yes, it was the aura of a Transcendent!

At this moment, not only were the players watching the livestream in an uproar, but the natives who had witnessed this scene through magic were also perturbed.

Many immediately used magic to transmit the information of the Evil God dispatching a Transcendent back to Green City.

When Duke O’Kelly received this message, his heart was instantly filled with horror.

His worst fear had finally come to pass.

The emergence of a being in Risier City with a combat power he least wished to see.

Transcendent.

This meant that Green City’s greatest trump card, the Extraordinary Mage Lord Rock, would no longer be their ace in the hole, for the foe now possessed the strength to contend with them.

Although he had been able to keep his composure internally, now he was truly panicked.

If Anos City were to be breached, would the adversary then set their sights on Green City next?

And who could be sure that there was only one Transcendent existence within Risier City, or worse, that there existed combat power even beyond the Transcendent?

All of this was shrouded in a fatal veil.

“Bishop, have we received any news from Lord Ilo?”

The reporting bishop shook his head, “I’m sorry, Lord Ilo has not been seen since the battle at Risier City…”

“Keep a close watch on Anos City. I want to know everything after that evil Transcendent appears! At the same time, find Lord Ilo as soon as possible. Green City needs the protection of a true powerhouse!”

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Players using gaming pods and helmets to watch the live broadcast were almost scared out of their wits by the five-blade-tall Transcendent Half-Ratman.

The aura it emitted struck directly at their souls.

Those netizens who had never played “Glory” experienced what it was like to feel spiritual oppression for the first time.

It was as if someone had their arm around their necks, a stone pressing on their chests, making breathing extremely difficult.

“Transcendent?? Is this what a Transcendent is? I’m truly scared shitless…”

“Is this really just a game? How can that aura be so lifelike?!”

“I couldn’t even breathe at the moment I saw that creature, damn, that’s terrifying!”

The chat in the live streaming room was instantly flooded with messages, everyone was deeply shocked by the sudden appearance of the Transcendent.

This was also the first time many “Glory” players came into such close contact with a Transcendent; the official live broadcast brought everything about the Transcendent into the game without any discount.

Ordinary games instill fear through visuals, music, color, etc., but Transcendents in Glory merely by standing there, without any action, could make everyone feel weak at the knees.

The aura they emitted wasn’t something that could be mimicked by a game; it was the fear that lower life forms feel when encountering higher life forms, just like mice instinctively terrorized by a cat.

After the arrival of the Transcendent Half-Ratman, the Half-rat men flying overhead and the Fierce Half-Ratmen shrouding the Centaur Army began to retreat frantically, revealing the Centaurs within a few breaths.

Only then could the players through the live broadcast see the scene clearly.

The Centaur Army formed a circular formation, with the heavily armored Centaurs outside and those wielding bows inside.

The bodies of the Fierce Half-Ratmen were piled around the perimeter of the formation, up to seven or eight blades high, creating a wall of corpses.

A terrifying Land of Death.

Of course, with the Fierce Half-Ratmen’s mad siege, the number of Centaurs had also dropped from over ten thousand to six thousand.

The loss of life was indescribable.

Prince Anos, who led the charge, now had armor that was nearly shattered, pockmarked everywhere with the marks left by the Fierce Half-Ratmen.

This was an almost decimated army.

But what was worse, this broken battalion had encountered an even stronger enemy – the Transcendent Half-Ratman.

Prince Anos, sensing the opponent’s Abyssal Giant Beast-like presence, turned to look at the Centaur Army behind him, and in his heart no longer harbored any will to survive.

A Transcendent had been sent out… they, had no hope left.

His mouth tasted incredibly bitter; perhaps he would never be able to return to Nolan Capital to exact his revenge.

“Lowly Centaurs, and that despicable life form, I sense a familiar aura on you… that damned New Sun God!”

Unexpectedly, the Transcendent Half-Ratman didn’t immediately commence the slaughter but instead looked toward Prince Anos with a cold gaze.

The ancient blasphemous language resonated through the sky.

“That despicable New Sun God in Risier City and his Divine Country stole my Divine Artifact… This hatred will never die; he will become the prey I hunt!!”

Outside Anos City, many of the natives were stunned upon hearing this tone, their eyes widening as they looked at the images conjured by the Spellcasters, stammering.

“This, this is not Extraordinary, it’s the Evil God from within Risier City!!”

Hiss~

The crowd around gasped in shock when they heard this.

An Evil God??!! This was a thousand times more daunting than any Extraordinary threat.

“Are you sure??”

“His tone and the chilling language of evil match exactly with the Evil God of Risier City!! Creator God above, this time it’s actually the God of Plague himself who has come…”

Soon, not just one native confirmed through the information spoken by the Extraordinary Half-Ratman that the perpetrator was indeed the scourge within Risier City–the God of Plague.

Although they did not understand why he would descend upon a Half-Ratman of only Extraordinary Level, everyone knew that with the arrival of this Evil God, the last flame of hope for Anos City had been extinguished.

Many people were already preparing to leave the area, because once Anos City fell, no one could guarantee that the Evil God would not go on a killing spree among the nearby population.

The God of Plague looked indifferently at the Centaur Army before him, his gaze locked directly onto Prince Anos Prince.

He sensed the Bloodline within the other, a scent he would never forget in this lifetime, that damn New Sun God!!!

The intent to kill began to climb step by step, the body that had cost a great price to condense into a 24th Level Extraordinary was infused with a terrifyingly monstrous power.

He planned to slaughter the Centaurs by himself, and then extract the soul of that Vampire to interrogate it, to find traces of the New Sun God!!

With killing intent surging and eyes flashing like lightning, the Evil God’s body, 5 blades tall and as if cast from copper water, burst forth explosively.

In the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of hundreds of blades, and under the gaze of billions watching the livestream, this 5-blade-tall monster charged into the Centaur Army, initiating the most brutal massacre.

The Centaurs, although clad in Dwarf-forged Steel Armor, were completely futile in their resistance against a 24th Level Extraordinary, especially one that carried a fraction of the soul power of the God of Plague, an incredibly daunting presence.

The claws of the God of Plague, a blade in length, snapped the Centaurs’ long spears as if they were mere weeds.

The spears that struck him were like wooden sticks thrust against an iron plate, utterly unable to penetrate his defenses.

The long-suppressed roar of the God of Plague now poured out onto the Centaurs.

His body, like the most ferocious green giant, rampaged and slaughtered through the Centaur Army, shredding to pieces any who dared to obstruct him.

Blood and limbs splattered everywhere.

The entire Centaur Army was unable to stop him in the slightest.

The scene looked like a prophecy from the doomsday murals of a church, shocking and terrifying.

In the live broadcast room, seeing the sheer dominance of the God of Plague, everyone exploded.

With a mere wave of his claws, he could tear apart one sturdy Centaur after another in steel armor, displaying power that made one’s scalp tingle.

“Holy shit, this is just a pure Human-shaped Mecha!! Who could possibly defeat this???”

“Long spears as thick as my wrist, just torn apart like that?? Too freakish!!”

“I bet even the normal Hulk couldn’t take down this monster!”

“Anos City really hit a streak of terrible luck, not only being besieged by so many fierce Half-Ratmen but now a monster of Extraordinary Level has emerged…”

“What Transcendent?? Don’t you know? This monster is the Evil God within Risier City, and now somehow it’s descended upon this beast.”

“Is there even such a move? Then isn’t Anos City in an even worse state?”

Netizens were watching the excitement, but the players were sighing incessantly. That was their main city, and it was being targeted by an Evil God. Even the players who weren’t developing in Anos City felt a bit stifled and annoyed.

You’re just an NPC and that’s fine, but you even want to bring down the only main city we have in ‘Glory’? Are you even human??

But the NPCs had too much power and the players could vent their frustration nowhere.

“Damn, these goddamn game designers, they just can’t stand to see us doing well. We finally built up a player-friendly main city and now they’re just sending a god to destroy it!!”

“Right, I felt something was off just now. Why would they send an Evil God through just because we’re a few levels up? It must be those goddamn designers who dislike us deciding to wipe out the player’s main city…”

“Again, asking, who knows the official website address for Glory? Damn their granddaddy!!”

“Alas, is there anyone who can save this city??”

The phrase ‘a rabbit dies, a fox grieves’ could be used to describe the netizens and players watching the livestream, but for the players in Anos City, only ‘despair’ would suffice.

As words of blasphemy echoed through the sky, when that Transcendent aura oppressed their hearts even from thousands of miles away, the air fell silent.

Everyone was swallowed by despair.

Transcendent… these fierce Half-Ratmen even had a Transcendent descending upon them…

Everything was gone.

Zhao Yue stood atop a collapsed building’s ruins, desperately pulling the trigger of the crossbow in her hands. But deep down, she held no hope, yet she still clenched her teeth and made her last effort, intent on dying on the battlefield!

If the president of Crimson Moon wasn’t there, she had to take on this responsibility!

Hun Yuan Thunderclap Hand Cheng Kun, the top three leaders of the Dark Contract Guild, showed bitter faces at this moment. Looking back at the diminishing number of players emerging from the Life Goddess’ temple, they were filled with helplessness.

The players knew it was futile. Apart from their own guild members, no one else was willing to resurrect and return to meet their deaths.

It was all over. After the fall of Anos City, the Dark Contract Guild was likely to decline… They had invested so much, and now, losing everything they had, it would be difficult for them to rebuild such a strong force as now.

Puchi~

As Hun Yuan was lost in thought, a sudden pain pierced his chest. Glancing down slightly, he saw the arm of a fierce Half-Ratman bursting through his torso.

Blood was everywhere.

“Second Brother!!?”

“Damn!!”

“President!”

Thunderclap Hand and Cheng Kun rushed forward and killed the fierce Half-Ratman in a few moves, but Hun Yuan’s gaze had already dispersed.

With the pain of impending death, he said with difficulty, “Damn it, it hurts so bad…

If possible, keep leading the remaining people to the end; we can’t retreat anyway…”

As his words fell, Hun Yuan heard the system’s notification that he was dead and needed to wait eight hours to respawn, but just before he exited the game, a voice like thunder rolling from the ninth heaven boomed in the sky, causing him to suddenly widen his eyes.

“God of Plague? Who gave you the audacity to run wild on my turf?…”

Then came the fuzzy voices of the surrounding people, a mixture of shock and joy.

“Lord Ilo??!!”