World Server 250!
Daniel’s figure appeared in the core of World Server 250’s castle.
The players left behind did not even have ti to react before they were swallowed by a sky-covering rain of arrows.
After several rounds of bombardnt, the castle monunt was smashed into powder.
[Notice: You have destroyed the castle monunt of World Server 250! Reward obtained: Flight Mastery Fragnt (supre-grade) ×1!]
[Ding! World Server 250 has been eliminated!]
Commander Thomson, who had been directing the advance, heard the announcent and his expression changed drastically.
"What? No!"
His shock and fury had not yet subsided when another announcent exploded through the air.
[Ding! Attention, all players of World Server 82: Player "Faustus" of World Server 616 is attacking this server’s castle monunt... The castle monunt has been destroyed! The castle of World Server 82 has fallen!]
[Notice: All attributes of all World Server 82 players have been reduced by 10%!]
[World Server 840 has been eliminated!]
[World Server 700 has been eliminated!]
[World Server 38 has been eliminated!]
One system notification after another rang out like funeral bells.
The six commanders looked at one another, their faces ashen.
"Everyone, at this point, there’s no saving the situation!"
Soone clenched his teeth and said, "Since Faustus isn’t there, we might as well gather all our Strength and take down World Server 616’s castle in one push!"
"Exactly! If World Server 616 falls too, we’ll all be back on the sa starting line!"
"That cheating dog Faustus has gone too far! We have to let him have a taste of what it feels like to get his ho base raided too!"
At once, the five-hundred-million-strong army surged madly toward World Server 616’s castle.
Faced with this torrent, the defenders of World Server 616 were forced into continuous retreat, their numbers dropping sharply.
[Ding-dong~ The number of players in World Server 616 has sharply declined. Current strength evaluation: B-rank! Stage-clear reward increased to 10000%!]
Hearing the prompt, Daniel arched a brow.
He imdiately crushed the last Teleportation Scroll and rushed back toward World Server 616’s castle.
...
On the battlefield, a warrior from World Server 616 blinked behind a player from World Server 1213 and brought his greatsword down with vicious force.
-54,640! Critical Hit!
The player from World Server 1213 had his HP instantly reduced to a sliver.
"Just a little more! Damn it!"
Unwillingness flashed through the eyes of the World Server 616 warrior.
The player from World Server 1213 was still shaken, secretly thanking his luck that he had obtained several defensive buffs during the castle defense.
If not for that, he would already have been eliminated.
But his relief quickly turned into terror.
Without warning, countless arrows descended from the sky, engulfing him and the companions around him at the sa ti.
-4,499,794!
-4,676,499!
-4,979,464!
The player from World Server 1213 did not even have ti to let out a scream before he was burned to ashes.
At the respawn point, four system notifications echoed in his ears like the whispers of a demon.
[You were killed by player "Faustus" of World Server 616. Debt effect triggered. Current debt: 220,000 gold coin!]
[You were killed by player "Faustus" of World Server 616. Death Curse triggered. Current level -5!]
[You were killed by player "Faustus" of World Server 616. Death Curse triggered. 6 pieces of equipnt forcibly dropped!]
[You were killed by player "Faustus" of World Server 616. Death Curse triggered. All backpack materials and items forcibly dropped!]
"WTF?!"
He collapsed onto the ground, dazed.
Could this ga still even be played?
Losing five levels was one thing... but what kind of logic was this debt chanic?
And why the hell had all his core equipnt dropped too?
Countless players from World Server 1213 fell into the sa shock and regret.
...
At that mont, waves of alard cries erupted across the battlefield.
"Faustus! It’s Guildmaster Faustus!"
"Oh, Lord above, is Faustus a devil?"
"Wasn’t he just at our castle? How did he return in an instant?! How is that even possible?!"
"Focus fire! Everyone, focus fire! If each of our hundreds of millions of players lands one hit, that’s still hundreds of millions of damage! I refuse to believe he can tank it!!"
The mont Daniel appeared at the center of the battlefield, the already despairing allied forces from the outer servers completely lost their minds.
Countless skills, arrows, and spells poured toward that silver-white figure like a violent storm, blotting out the sky.
Yet Daniel did not even bother to dodge.
Stellar Wrath ford a translucent barrier around him, and the attacks—powerful enough to tear through city walls—did nothing more than send small ripples spreading across its surface.
His gaze remained calm as still water, as though the vast army before him were no more than a passing breeze.
And by now, the spectator channel had completely exploded.
The barrage from countless World Server 616 players overflowed with feverish excitent.
[Lord Faustus, show them what true slaughter looks like!]
[Lord Faustus is too rciful—he actually still gave them a chance to attack!?]
[Hahahaha... these idiots really didn’t use their brains at all. Did they seriously not think about how those five billion monsters got wiped out in just two days?]
[Lord Faustus, turn those foolish players from the other worlds into ashes!]
The fierce discussion flooded the screen like madness.
Within the dungeon, Daniel slowly raised Stellar Wrath.
A pale golden halo spread outward from his body, cleansing all negative statuses.
Arrowstorm!
A tide of black arrows swept downward, covering several hundred ters straight ahead.
The outer-server players caught in the arrow rain did not even have ti to scream before dissolving into white light.
Shattering Cot!
Countless arrows fell from the clouds, pinning vast swathes of enemies onto the scorched earth.
Aetherlance!
Fifty golden streaks of light ripped through the air, trailing blazing tails as they pierced through the crowd!
Where they passed, they left behind only massive, charred trenches.
As far as the eye could see, dense crimson damage numbers stretched like a blood-red galaxy, staining the entire sky red.
-4,546,464!
-4,949,769!
-4,649,466!
With every wave of arrows that fell, hundreds of thousands of players dissolved into white light.
Those white lights fell so densely they beca a tragic sea of radiance across the battlefield.
Daniel stood amidst mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, firing arrow after arrow, wave after wave pouring forth like a tide.
His MP seed endless.
His stamina seed inexhaustible.
The scene was like a god passing judgnt upon all living beings.
[Dungeon Announcent: Player "Faustus" of World Server 616 has killed more than twenty million players! Dungeon achievent obtained: "Bloody Judge"!]
The cold synthesized electronic voice fell into the ears of every player from the outer servers like the sentence of death itself.
One skill, and hundreds of thousands were annihilated.
That scene was simply... too horrifying.
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