Before Aurora could think, sothing sharp slit her throat and she felt a cold hand on her neck. Then, without any warning, the man grabbed her with a force and grip that made her pant.
Blood God... she gasped. He was sucking sothing out of her that made her feel dizzy. At the sa ti, a slight tingling sensation welled up in her stomach and lower abdon. Her eyes widened further in shock as the erald eyes stared into the demon’s predatory eyes.
Unexpectedly, a splash of crimson appeared on her cheeks before the last bit of her life drained away. Was she blushing and aroused right now as this maniac held her and killed her slowly?
That was the last thought that appeared in her mind as her lifeless body hit the ground.
[Ding! Player Aurora has died.]
[Ding! Dark Faction 1 point.]
The entire Golden Lotus stared dumbfounded at the system notification flashing in front of them. Their guild leader was dead? The woman whose skills had made them submit to a new guild in three days was already dead?
"No—NO! That’s impossible!"
"She was the guild leader! She had full divine shields!"
"How did he even get through all that!?"
Bertram’s scream tore through the air like thunder. His eyes were locked on Damon, on the man who had just executed Aurora and humiliated their entire guild in front of the entire server. A single man versus hundreds?
And yet the single man easily takes down the damned guild leader? Their entire guild beca a joke in a single mont. Rage seethed from every pore of his body.
"BLOOD GOD!" he roared. "You’re DEAD!"
The battlefield trembled. Holy and Divine spells began lighting up the sky like a war had been declared from heaven itself. Bertram waved his broad sword and ca at Damon at full speed, but it was already too late.
Damon once again disappeared and appeared next to another healer on the back line.
[Ding! Player HealSenpai has died.]
[Ding! Dark Faction 1 point.]
Bertram was livid. "Blood God! Get back here! If you are a man, stop running like a coward and fight face to face! Then you will see who is the bigger man! Co on! Stop hiding, you fucking bastard! Get the hell over here!"
Damon, on the other hand, completely ignored him and his taunts about his manhood. His general worked just fine. Thank you. There was no need to get into petty dick asuring contests.
Another scream. Another flash of red.
[Ding! Player BlessingBeam has died.]
[Ding! Dark Faction 1 point.]
Bertram’s grip tightened around his sword hilt, his knuckles white with fury. He spun in place, divine energy wreathing his blade, but it was like trying to strike wind. Everywhere he looked, Blood God wasn’t there, and soone else had fallen.
At this point, it was clear to everyone that he was using Blink or a skill similar to that. What they did not understand was how his mana reserves were this insane. His simple physical stats were so overwhelming.
Blood God might be the current top player on the leaderboard, but many of their guild mbers were level 15 and above. Their attacks shouldn’t be this weak and pathetic in front of him. It was simply illogical.
The numbers didn’t make sense. The math didn’t add up. Even with coordination and good positioning, they were getting shredded. One by one. He was picking them off like mosquitoes.
Healers were dying mid-chant. Paladins were turning only to find their targets already vanished. The sacred ground beneath their boots was supposed to protect them, and now it was just a golden stage for a massacre.
[Ding! Player SaintlyBoop has died.]
[Ding! Dark Faction 1 point.]
[Ding! Player LightTouched has died.]
[Ding! Dark Faction 1 point.]
Bertram knew that he couldn’t allow things to continue like this any longer. He needed to do sothing drastic. Otherwise, their guild would never recover from a loss like this. His gaze imdiately drifted to the NPC Elias, who was standing there like like a mountain.
This bastard! Bertram’s face twitched. This asshole was one of the reasons they were sure of their victory in this siege and he was yet to do anything. He was standing like a statue while Blood God was massacring them one by one. What kind of bullshit NPC was this?
Bertram’s voice cracked through the battlefield like lightning, raw and desperate. "Sir Elias! Please, do sothing!"
The Paladin Vanguard didn’t move. His gleaming armor remained still under the golden light, sword still sheathed at his side. The holy sigil on his breastplate pulsed faintly, almost mockingly, like the heartbeat of an uncaring god.
Bertram’s fists clenched. "You’re the one who issued this damn quest! How can you just stand there while our people are being-!"
Elias finally shifted. Not much. Just a tilt of the head.
"Conditions unt," he said flatly.
Bertram blinked. "What?"
The NPC’s eyes slowly turned toward him, silver irises glowing faintly with divine magic. "The Blood Hall core has not been threatened. No defensive protocol has been triggered. You have not been overrun."
"What the hell do you call this?!"
Elias’s tone didn’t change. "One man is not an army. Handle it."
Bertram’s rage spiked. Handle it? They were being dissected like cattle, their guild leader was dead, morale was shattered, and now this glowing tin can was giving him a tutorial response? This freaking lunatic was indeed a one-man army!
"Fuck this," he muttered, turning back to the battlefield just in ti to see another notification ping across everyone’s system screen.
[Ding! Player HealsBeforeals has died.]
[Ding! Dark Faction 1 point.]
And Elias? He was back to watching. Unmoving. Uncaring.
Bertram’s knuckles turned white around his blade. "You want to handle it?" he hissed, grinding his teeth. "Fine. I’ll handle it."
"Everyone get in formation. Ignore Blood God. I repeat, ignore Blood God. Let’s attack the base of their faction. Focus all your attacks on that fucking well!"
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Golden Ticket Bonus Chapter~~
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