God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World! Chapter 341: Devouring Flames

Currently on the outside, Broken Dawn stood opposite the envoys from the Eastern Camp, Dante Ironheart and the small-statured butler who looked like a child standing beside a giant of a man.

The butler’s eyes narrowed into slits like those of a predatory beast.

The air was thick and heavy with tension, so heavy that even breathing beca difficult for the weaker players and NPCs.

Even those who were relatively strong weren’t faring any better.

In the midst of all this, SniperBowLegend remained rooted in his spot without budging... his expression calm, though on the inside his mind was a storm.

"Otherworlder... do you realise the gravity of your actions?" hissed Geoffrey as he glared at the archer.

"I realise what I’m doing," he replied, voice steady and firm. "This is no longer under the control of the Eastern or Northern Camp. It now belongs to our Broken Dawn guild."

The butler’s anger spiked even more. However, he knew the otherworlder wasn’t lying. Out here in the wilderness, it was a dog-eat-dog world. If your shelter was conquered, it automatically belonged to the conquerors.

The only way to get it back was to forcefully reclaim it.

Behind SniperBowLegend, whispers rippled among the Broken Dawn mbers, especially the natives who were previously under Kairos and Bai Young’s rule.

"I knew this day would co... the Eastern Camp has finally decided to make a move!"

"We’re done for! And the worst part is that Sir Broken is not here!"

Alia frowned when she heard all this. The whispering of the NPCs wasn’t helping the morale of the players at all; instead, it only made the situation more bleak.

Still, it appeared the otherworlders were better at reining in their emotions compared to the natives, mostly because they were practically immortal.

All this while, Dante remained in his spot. His large hand, almost the size of a tree trunk—was folded across his wide chest as he simply observed, a bored expression on his face as if he didn’t want to be here.

"Master," Geoffrey called out, his gaze still fixed on SniperBowLegend.

"Yes." Dante yawned.

"I need your help to force my way inside." His voice was soft, yet it sohow traveled into the ears of everyone present.

Imdiately SniperBowLegend raised his hands. From the walls, several gunslingers and archers aid their weapons at the two visitors.

A look of irritation flashed across the butler’s eyes as he scanned the wall. He estimated over a hundred gunslingers, all aiming strange weapons he had never seen in his life.

They were Hellfire Turrets, Logan had crafted more of them while Gabriel was occupied with the Tower.

A frown slowly appeared on Geoffrey’s face. He was a highly intelligent man and knew it would be foolish to rush in now, especially when he had no idea what the weapons in those gunslingers’ hands could do.

The weapons looked very advanced, like sothing created by a high-level chanic. Not even their own camp could boast of such weapons.

Taking advantage of the mont while the butler was distracted, SniperBowLegend and the guards retreated back toward the camp.

As an archer, he excelled at long range. If he fought at close range, he would suffer multiple deaths, especially against soone as formidable as Dante.

On one part of the wall, two figures stood observing everything. One looked anxious, hands trembling, while the other appeared calm... though fear was visible in his eyes.

Naturally, these two were Legendary Logan and Damien Graves.

Because they weren’t fighters, they had decided to watch everything from a safe distance.

Damien wiped the sweat from his palms for the fifth ti. "Do you think your weapon will be enough to stop them?"

Logan swallowed a hard gulp. Then he answered in a sowhat uncertain tone...

"It should."

"You’re not sure." Damien shook his head, his expression darkening. "As long as it can hold until Gabriel arrives with the others."

Logan didn’t reply. His throat felt dry. His eyes remained fixed on Dante, the massive human whose biceps alone looked thicker than tree trunks.

Down below, the atmosphere grew even heavier.

Geoffrey clicked his tongue, irritation leaking through his composed exterior. He stepped half a pace backward.

"Change of plans," he said. "Let’s return and co back when we are more prepared."

"Why?" Dante yawned again. He glanced lazily at the hundreds of gun barrels aid at him.

"...Cute. They look cute."

Geoffrey’s eyes sharpened. "Master, don’t act rash—"

Too late.

Dante took one casual step forward.

Just one.

It sounded like a boulder rolling off a mountain.

THUD.

The earth trembled. Dust scattered. The guards on the wall jolted as if lightning ran through their bodies.

SniperBowLegend’s eyes widened.

That step alone told him one thing:

’This thing isn’t human.’

"DANTE!" Geoffrey snapped, his voice a mixture of irritation and anger. "WAIT! DON’T—"

But the giant didn’t acknowledge him. He took another step.

Another THUD shook the ground.

A cold shiver crawled up the spine of every Broken Dawn mber.

SniperBowLegend’s face hardened as he roared with every ounce of strength he had:

"FIRE!!!"

The walls erupted instantly.

BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!

A hundred Hellfire Turrets spat out spiraling red bullets, each one shaped like compressed flas. The blasts converged into a dense curtain of fire, bathing Dante and Geoffrey in pure red light.

The force shook the wooden walls.

Heat surged upward and outward, reaching the faces of the gunslingers but they didn’t stop; they continued firing relentlessly.

Even the ground beneath Dante cracked under the sheer output.

The firestorm swallowed the entire area, thick, vicious, and relentless. The turrets did not stop firing even for a heartbeat.

An NPC covered her mouth with both hands. "Oh my god... they’re actually attacking him..."

"This, this is overkill! They’ll anger the whole Eastern Camp. F-fuck, we’re all dead!"

Still, the barrage continued.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Fifteen seconds.

Red-hot flas consud the entire front-gate area like a miniature sun had descended. The brown desert ground began turning dark.

After nearly six minutes, SniperBowLegend shouted again:

"HALT!!"

All turrets went silent, and the buzzing in everyone’s ears faded.

A cloud of dark smoke billowed upward, completely obscuring everything.

Everyone held their breath, So backing away.

So prayed while so regretted attacking.

SniperBowLegend narrowed his eyes at the smoke.

"...Did we get him?" Damien whispered.

Logan shook his head. "There’s no way. Even a Hero Rank would—"

Then he froze.

A soft, barely audible sound drifted out from inside the smoke.

Huuuuuuuu...

Huuuuuuuuuuu...

Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuu—

"W-What’s that sound?" Damien whispered, trembling.

The smoke began to swirl, as if sothing was sucking it in.

Under the shocked and watchful gaze of everyone, the massive cloud thinned rapidly, collapsing inward like it was being inhaled by a monster.

And then the smoke cleared, revealing a giant silhouette standing tall, completely untouched.

Dante Ironheart.

Standing in the center of the charred ground, relaxed, hands in his pockets.

Wisp after wisp of remaining smoke drifted toward his mouth because he was literally sucking it in.

SLUUURP.

He exhaled calmly. "Ahhh... that wasn’t bad."

Everyone froze.

Nobody moved.

SniperBowLegend felt his heart drop into his stomach, goosebumps crawling all over his skin.

"He... he devoured all our attacks!"

The mont that realization settled, their morals was shaken.

Players swallowed hard. NPCs stepped backward unconsciously. Even the gunslingers on the wall felt their knees wobble slightly.

The air felt so heavy it was like everyone was standing at the bottom of an ocean.

Dante suddenly took another step forward.

THUD.

It wasn’t fast or dramatic, just casual and effortless as if he was taking a morning stroll through the market.

But each step generated enough force to make the wooden walls creak dangerously.

SniperBowLegend drew his bow again, but his hands were trembling. Not from fear, no, not exactly.

It was sothing deeper.

A primal instinct warning him he was aiming at sothing he shouldn’t be aiming at.

Geoffrey flicked his wrist, smoothing his suit as if nothing unusual was happening.

"Master, please... control yourself. It’s not wise to confront unknown weapons like that. You could get yourself killed."

Dante didn’t answer.

He licked smoke from the corner of his lips, a delighted expression appearing on his face.

"Mm. Not bad. That stuff had a nice spicy burn."

Everyone froze at those words, staring at the giant like he was so rare species.

Geoffrey sighed heavily, massaging his temples. "Master... did you even hear what I said?"

"But they attacked ," Dante pointed out calmly. "Isn’t it normal that I get to hit back a little?"

"No," Geoffrey replied instantly, voice low and firm. "We do not rush blindly into battle. You’re number two in the Eastern Camp. You are very important to us."

Dante shrugged. "Yeah, yeah... but it was necessary."

Geoffrey glanced around. Hundreds of turrets were aid at them.

SniperBowLegend ready to loose at a mont’s notice. Dozens of mages preparing spells. Tanks gripping shields. Archers drawing breath.

Geoffrey nodded slowly. The strange weapon might be troubleso, but now that he realized Dante could tank it, he wasn’t scared anymore.

"I guess we can take over the base on our own without the help of the others."