“We can handle it,” Sara nodded confidently. “The two elders can take on two of the tier-nine powerhouses. Bonnie, Behemoth, and I have artifacts now-together, we should be able to handle the third.”
“Hurry up and make your move, kid,” Behemoth grumbled impatiently. His massive form, unable to shapeshift like a beast, left him awkwardly crouching on the ground, barely hidden by the trees.
Just as John was about to give the order, a massive fireball flew from the city walls, roaring toward them.
The Orcs had noticed the disturbance and were already on alert.
Boom!
The fireball exploded, setting the trees ablaze and illuminating the area. The Orcs now had a clear view of the enemy forces-beasts, elves, and the Undying Legion, all ready for battle. “Enemies! Enemies at the northern wall!” a shout rang out from the ramparts, followed by a barrage of magic and arrows raining down.
“Pretty sharp,” John sneered. “But we’re too close to Fallen City now for them to stop us.” “Attack!” With a single command, John led the charge.
Roar!
A thunderous roar shook the ground as a mountainous figure stepped forward, covering the distance to the walls in just a few strides.
It was Behemoth.
Boom!
The towering, supposedly impenetrable walls crumbled like sand under Behemoth’s massive strike.
Orcs were thrown into chaos, many crushed or killed instantly.
“Damn! It’s a tier-nine powerhouse! Report to the Beast King at once!” The Orcs scrambled, their defenses in disarray as they desperately tried to retaliate.
[Announcement: Player Godslayer has launched an attack on the Fallen City of the Orcs. All players in the Orcs faction are urged to defend the city immediately.]
…
Three loud announcements echoed across the world of Gods, setting the chat channels ablaze with conversation as players weighed in on the situation.
“Has Godslayer gone mad? Attacking a faction stronghold? That’s no ordinary city!”
“I’m in the Orcs faction. The Beast King ordered me to defend the city-what should I do?”
“I got the notification too. Still debating whether I should join the battle.”
“What are you afraid of? The Beast King is in Fallen City. He’s a tier-nine powerhouse. No matter how strong Godslayer is, he can’t take on a tier-nine.”
“A tier-nine? Looks like Godslayer’s finally met his match.”
“I’ve had enough of that guy’s arrogance. How do I join the Orcs faction? I want to help bring him down!”
…
Many players were eager to jump in, applying to join the Orcs faction to either take advantage of the chaos or seek revenge on John.
Boom! Boom!
The sounds of battle, shouts, and screams echoed outside Fallen City.
Elite Orc soldiers poured from the city gates, including numerous tier-seven and tier-eight legends, rushing to plug the breach. The scene quickly descended into chaos.
John flew above the battlefield on his sword, his magic swirling around him. With expert precision, he manipulated his sword, cutting through the Orc forces like a whirlwind. Most of the Orc soldiers were only tier-four to tier-six-no real threat to him. Many players had joined the Orcs’ ranks, but they were just as easily defeated. The ground was littered with Orc corpses, the air thick with the stench of blood. Finally, the commotion caught the attention of the more powerful figures within the city. “Beast Clan? Elves? How dare you attack my Orcs!” A furious voice rang out as three figures appeared in the sky, their overwhelming auras spreading across the battlefield like a storm. The lord of Fallen City, Beast King Salman, stood at the pinnacle of tier-nine, late-stage in power.
Alongside him were his two generals, Barton and Kael, both slightly weaker but still formidable at mid-tier nine.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a massive hand came crashing toward the three of them.
It was Behemoth.
“Fool!” Salman growled. Without any visible effort, the three of them sent Behemoth flying back, blood spraying from his mouth as he crashed heavily to the ground.
“Did you think you could still stand against us in your weakened state? Kill them all. Leave none alive,” Beast King Salman commanded coldly, as his two generals charged forward, locking onto Sara and Bonnie, both tier-eight powerhouses armed with artifacts.
The Orc forces, emboldened by their leaders, roared and launched a fierce counterattack.
Despite their artifacts, Sara and Bonnie were no match for the tier-nine generals. They were quickly overwhelmed, barely able to fend off the attacks.
“Godslayer! Summon the two elders!” Bonnie called out urgently.
John understood and immediately connected his mind to the Abyss, summoning Tony and Ben with a ripple of spatial power. In an instant, the two appeared.
“Tony? Ben? You two are still alive?” Salman recognized them from afar, his voice cold and indifferent, showing no fear.
“Hm?” Tony and Ben assessed the situation, their expressions instantly darkening with fear. “Something’s wrong! There’s divine energy here! Kid, you need to leave-now!”
Tony warned, summoning a massive tidal wave that crashed down on Barton and Kael, sending them flying. Countless Orcs were caught in the wave, many perishing in its wake.
The wave created a massive barrier between both sides.
“Divine energy?” John was confused. He hadn’t sensed any presence of a god, but Tony and Ben wouldn’t lie about something like this.
He immediately attempted to connect to the Land of Death to evacuate everyone, intending to delay the attack on the Orcs until they better understood the situation.
Buzz!
Spatial power flickered, but they remained in place.
Spatial lock!
John’s expression shifted. Before he could act further, a frail figure emerged from the city, exuding an overwhelming aura of destruction.
A god!
John swallowed hard, his body paralyzed in terror.
This wasn’t a mere avatar. It was a god’s true form!
All the Orcs dropped to their knees, even Beast King Salman kneeling with utmost reverence.
“Lord Blood Fiend!”
The reason the Orcs had been able to establish their faction wasn’t just because they had allied
with the god race
They had a demigod in their ranks.
Blood Fiend!
Though only a demigod, even tier-nine powerhouses were nothing more than ants before
him.
“Interesting!” The Blood Fiend ignored the groveling Orcs, his gaze fixed on Tony, Ben, and the human standing behind them-John.
“This little one must be the prophesied savior of your Beast Clan, right?” the Blood Fiend said slowly, his eyes locked on John. “I wonder, did your prophecy predict that I’d be the one to kill
him?”
Whoosh!
A terrifying aura enveloped the area, locking onto John.
Soul attack!
John’s soul trembled violently.
He could feel the shadow of death looming over him.
This being had the power to erase him completely.
“You dare!” Tony roared, summoning every ounce of his strength to resist the Blood Fiend’s
pressure. He turned toward John and shouted, “Kid, Ben and I will attack with all we’ve got. It’ll create a brief window to break the spatial lock-you need to escape!”
“What about you two?” John asked, deeply worried. This assault on the Orcs had pushed him
to use almost all of his hidden cards.
“Forget about us! You can’t die here!” Ben gritted his teeth, his body radiating energy, but
compared to the Blood Fiend’s overwhelming presence, it was like a flickering flame before a
raging inferno.
“Hah, it’s pointless. Beneath a god, you’re all mere ants!” the Blood Fiend sneered, his entire body glowing with crimson light. The light coalesced into a monstrous, terrifying creature
that lunged at Tony and Ben.
Boom!
The crimson light exploded. Tony and Ben were flung backward, crashing to the ground,
coughing up blood.
With just a casual strike, the Blood Fiend had nearly taken their lives.
“And now, it’s your turn!” The Blood Fiend’s cold voice echoed as the blood light formed into
a sword, which flew straight toward John.
This was an attack on the soul!
Everyone watched in terror, frozen in place, unable to act. They were all paralyzed, locked in
their positions by the Blood Fiend’s power.
John felt despair washing over him. Though he had trained in Soul Technique and greatly enhanced his soul strength-along with mastering a soul defense skill, Soul Barrier.
But he knew it wouldn’t be enough to withstand the attack of a god.
Was this truly the end?
His heart burned with unwillingness, but faced with the might of a god, he had no means of
resistance.
The spatial lock, the overwhelming soul attack-he was certain of his death.
With a deep, hopeless sigh, John closed his eyes, waiting for death to claim him.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a strange humming sound filled the air, and the expected feeling of death never
arrived.
John opened his eyes cautiously, seeing ripples forming before him. A blood-red longsword hovered mere inches from his face.
“Gulp!” John swallowed hard, still feeling the immense, deadly aura emanating from the
blood-red sword.
It seemed like any second, the sword would strike and shatter him, annihilating his soul
completely.
Boom!
But at that moment, the sword trembled, then dissolved into countless streaks of blood-red light, vanishing without a trace.
“Who dares?!” The Blood Fiend roared, his voice filled with disbelief. His eyes locked onto a figure that had silently appeared in the sky above.
It was a woman, clad in flowing green robes, her form swaying gently in the wind, as ethereal
as a celestial being.
“An illusion?” John muttered, noticing the mysterious woman. He couldn’t sense any aura
from her, nor could he make out her features-it was as if she were merely a mirage, perhaps
a projection similar to a god’s avatar.
Everyone else lifted their heads, stunned by the sudden appearance of the woman. The oppressive atmosphere created by the Blood Fiend still filled the air, and the spatial lock remained intact, leaving them all unable to move.
Buzz…
At that moment, the Sword of Divinity and Demons and the Three-Foot Black Dragon Sword in
John’s hands began to tremble, flying out of his control toward the woman. The two swords circled her, gently rotating in the air.
“Sword Mastery?!” John gasped in disbelief, his eyes wide as he stared at the woman. The aura surrounding her was unmistakable-she wielded the same Sword Mastery that he had trained in!
This was the second time he had encountered someone who could use Sword Mastery.
The first time was during the crisis with the Blues Family when a master from the Azure
Family displayed the technique.
This is second time.
But this woman was far more powerful, her command of the flying swords effortless, as
though they were a natural extension of her being.
Or rather, as if she herself was a sword.
“N-no… impossible…” A trembling voice broke the silence. The Blood Fiend’s eyes widened
in shock, staring at the woman in green with sheer disbelief.
“Who… who are you?” he demanded, his voice filled with panic as he fixated on the
mysterious figure.
The woman gave no reply. Her arm lifted slightly, and with a sharp whistle, the longsword
seemed to cut through space itself, appearing before the Blood Fiend in an instant-piercing through his body.
The sword circled back to the woman, and as it hovered by her side, a single drop of blood slid
off its gleaming blade.
The Blood Fiend stared down in bewilderment at his own body.
Splat…
His form split in two from the center, disintegrating into a cloud of blood mist.
He was instantly killed.
The Blood Fiend hadn’t even realized when the woman had struck, let alone had the chance to
resist.
John watched the scene unfold, his blood surging with excitement. So, even gods could fall so
easily, he thought. To slay a god was possible, after all.
His heart burned with newfound determination as he locked his gaze on the woman in the sky.
If she could achieve this, then so could he.