Bradley shouted in the guild channel, “Nightshade, lend me a suicide airship! All I need is a few seconds for Orson!”
God of Iron Cavalry: “Damn it! You think you’re the only one who gets to show off? Godslayer Knights aren’t cowards! Anyone with a flying mount, get me in the air NOW!”
As the words left his mouth, Wild Gale, Texas Musk, and the other top players from Godslayer volunteered themselves without hesitation.
The flames of determination burned in their eyes. They were ready to throw themselves into the jaws of death to drag Cain’s army into a bottomless abyss.
Madman took several deep breaths, watching the resolute expressions around him before nodding. “Make it glorious, boys. Smash that so-called God-Emperor’s army to pieces!”
“Hell yeah, smash them to bits!”
“Whoever comes at us dies—Gods included! Brothers, CHARGE!”
“No holding back, this is do or die!”
Their furious roars echoed as two guild warships descended from the sky, heading straight toward the Godslayer forces.
The entire Godslayer alliance braced themselves for the onslaught. Elemental energy surged, magic cannons roared, and the guild unleashed a torrent of firepower aimed at the incoming warships.
Nightshade summoned his goblin airship, while Bradley led the warrior and knight squads, splitting into two groups aboard the ship. They flew directly toward Cain’s forces.
Drunken Dream and Empress of the Moon, mounted on their dragons, intercepted the magic warships midair.
ShatteredCrown ascended into the skies, brandishing the Sanctuary of Authority Staff, unleashing devastating combinations of ice and fire magic onto the NPC knights pouring out of the ships.
The overwhelming disparity in numbers and levels was glaring. The Godslayer alliance was at a massive disadvantage in strength. Yet, their leaders knew what needed to be done.
“I need just 20 seconds—buy me that time,” Orson’s voice echoed through the legion-wide channel.
Seated cross-legged, his body radiated a blue glow as he downed mana potions like water. Against an enemy of this caliber, he couldn’t afford even the slightest lapse in preparation.
ShatteredCrown: “Twenty seconds? Make it two hundred—I’ll make sure you have the time!”
He exchanged a glance with Empress and Drunken Dream, and their expressions hardened with resolve.
Orson opened his eyes, his gaze meeting those of the other three guild leaders. Together, they bellowed:
“Eternal flames of vengeance!”
“In my name, Orgod!”
“In my name, Empress of the Moon!”
“In my name, Drunken Dream!”
“Burn all invaders to ash and forge an everlasting dynasty!”
Thousands of blood-soaked halos enveloped the allied players, dramatically increasing their attributes.
System Notification:
“Global Announcement: Godslayer Guild Leader Orgod has consumed 100,000 prestige points to activate the guild buff: The Supreme Dynasty!”
“For one hour, all guild members’ attributes are increased by 50%, negative status effects (stagger, slow, knockback) are nullified, and each member gains one full health revival.”
World Chat:
“They’ve gone insane! They’re actually going head-to-head with an NPC army!”
“This is nuts! Two lower-tier dragons and a High-level Dragon beast—don’t they know what’s at stake if they lose this?”
“LOL, these guilds are such fools. Slaughter Guild already bailed, leaving them to flail around like trapped animals.”
“Breaking news! NPCs from the Priest and Archer Guilds are sending twenty-plus magic warships straight for Godslayer!”
Meanwhile, Bradley and his squad blocked Cain’s path aboard the goblin airship.
Standing atop the ship, Bradley unsheathed his Light and Dark Dual Blades, his face steely with determination. “You’re not getting past me.”
Cain glanced at him with utter indifference, as though staring at an insect.
“A mere ant dares to stand in my way?”
Enluka, perched beside Cain, let out a derisive growl before unleashing a stream of Mud Breath at Bradley’s team.
“CHARGE!!” Bradley roared, commanding his warrior and knight squads to activate their jetpacks.
With reckless abandon, the Godslayer warriors leapt onto the dragon’s massive body, while the remaining members piloted the goblin airship straight at Cain.
Cain: “Pathetic.”
His words were cold and sharp, cutting through the chaos like a death knell.
The golden battle sword in his hand quivered as he swung, releasing devastating arcs of sword energy.
In an instant, ten players who had barely landed on Enluka’s back were reduced to explosions of light.
Critical Hit: 120,000!
Critical Hit: 120,000!
…
Fourfold critical damage. Absolute instant kills.
With just three swings, Cain eradicated the entire Godslayer suicide squad, his invincible aura emanating untouchable dominance.
The goblin airship, too, was shattered mid-flight by Enluka’s mud breath, reduced to rubble before it could reach its target.
Enluka sneered, “The struggle of ants is always so amusing.”
But in the blink of an eye, the shattered remains of the Godslayer suicide squad were enveloped by the blood-soaked halos.
Flesh and bone reassembled as they resurrected, roaring with renewed vigor:
“You call yourself the God-Emperor’s heir? Well, I’m the heir of fiery rebellion!”
“Screw your invincibility! Take this, you overgrown lizard!”
“Eat this, you turtle-headed coward!”
Their curses flew as wildly as their blades. Despite Cain’s overwhelming power, they flung themselves at him with wild abandon, raining chaotic blows with whatever weapons they had.
MISS! MISS!
Countless damage indicators appeared, but the relentless barrage only seemed to fuel their frenzy.
Cain’s face twisted in disdain. “The heir of the God-Emperor will dominate both sky and earth. None can shake my resolve!”
With a cold sneer, he activated his ultimate: “Dragon Rider Arts: Titan Roar!”
Cain and Enluka roared in unison, their combined golden aura rippling outward in a deafening tsunami of sound.
Bradley: “I am Money Traveler, the strongest warrior of Godslayer!”
His silver hair gleamed as his enchanted blades radiated brilliance. He glanced at the timer. Ten seconds of invincibility left.
With a furious shout, he declared: “I will protect this land and sky until my last breath!”
The Godslayer warriors felt their spirits ignite as Bradley’s resolve radiated like a beacon.
Iron Cavalry: “Damn it, Bradley! You’re the real MVP! Pure, unadulterated manliness!”
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Wild Gale: “You’ve surpassed your limits, my finest student!”
Even Ruby murmured with admiration, “You’re incredible, Bradley.”
Bradley roared, his eyes sharp with determination: “Holy Guardian!”
Sacrificing nearly all his health, he summoned a rain of holy light, shielding his teammates from the devastating roar.
Invincible! Invincible!
Cain’s expression darkened as his invincibility ended with the completion of his ultimate skill.
“Ants, prepare to die!”
Cain raised his golden sword, ready to deliver the killing blow.
Bradley’s allies watched helplessly as his health dwindled to 300 points, his body battered by Cain’s attacks. Yet, his hand remained steady.
In that fleeting moment, clarity struck Bradley like lightning. Memories of training under Saint Swordmaster Glacier surfaced in his mind.
The realization hit him: “Light and dark must coexist. They represent understanding the fleeting nature of the future!”
With a calm expression, Bradley unsheathed his swords.
CLANG!
A perfectly timed Parry blocked Cain’s strike, though it cost him 10,000 health.
Bradley smirked, “Blocking that cost me almost everything. But I’m still standing.”
Cain erupted in fury, unleashing a devastating combo: “God-Emperor’s Roaring Slash!”
Seven golden slashes tore through the air, engulfing Bradley. Yet, in the midst of this storm, his movements were calm and deliberate.
“You have comprehended the S-tier light-and-dark sword technique: [Ephemeral Glory].”
As the notification sounded, Bradley’s lips curved into a faint smile. “I see it now. The harmony of light and darkness… it reveals a glimpse into the future.”