"He's dead! The King of Assassins from the Slaughter Guild is dead!"
"There's hope! Lord Shimoji actually drove back the US Sorcerer!"
"S-level Spirit Tamer is about to arrive! S-level Apocalypse Knight is already teleporting!"
With the death of Blank, who had slaughtered over a hundred UJ region players, the morale of the UJ players instantly soared. Only Shimoji stood frozen in place, a mixture of excitement and confusion on his face: "Could it be... he's afraid of me?"
Ghost Warrior was a special warrior class that combined the body of a typical warrior with the agility of a thief. This made them extremely advantageous when fighting both warriors and thieves, leaving mages at a severe disadvantage in close combat.
"No matter how strong he is, he can't break through the class limitations," Shimoji thought, confidence surging within him. In the previous game, he had fought Reaver and narrowly lost to a single strike. Reaver, who was once a teammate of Orson, was someone Shimoji felt he could now defeat, especially after gaining a huge boost to his skill level from his training in the Realm of Virtual Gods.
Now, facing Reaver again, Shimoji felt confident that he could crush him.
"Drunken Dream, the US's top Dragon Knight, killed Orgod. With my strength, I can do the same!" Shimoji's thoughts raced. "Shimoji is invincible! Let Naoko pay for his wrong choice!"
"Us UJ warriors were born to dominate here!" Shimoji's followers shouted, rallying in excitement. Since the King of Assassins was slain by a Ghost Warrior, perhaps the UJ region's elite players could trap this man here once and for all.
"This is impossible... The Triple Crown winner is actually backing down?"
"Not only does he fear the NPC army, but he won't even face these UJ bandits. What does he want to do?!"
"I should've known better than to trust this guy! Damn it!"
The mood among the US players plummeted. They had followed Demon Emperor's call largely because of the myth Orgod had created—'taxing the UJ region'. But now, the man himself was retreating!
Kawakita spoke up, "We've won! We don't need to kill Orgod here, just hold him off so he doesn't reach Celestial Fortress!"
"The Saint Slayer Syndicate has arrived!"
The UJ region players erupted in cheers as the three top guilds of the UJ region appeared on the battlefield!
At the front was a Rank A Apocalypse Knight holding a gorgeous warhammer, his body surrounded by holy light. He rode a Lord-Class Earth Dragon War Beast!
"The Emperor's Might Guild is here! They have S-level Oracle Enchanters and possess flying mounts!"
A glowing ancient teleportation array flared once again, and a cold, proud woman with silver hair down to her waist appeared.
"An S-level Enchanter, things are getting interesting." Orson still showed no signs of moving, his gaze indifferent as he watched the battle below.
"Spatial Anchor teleportation has begun." Ishinaka spoke calmly, her silver staff waving, causing brilliant spatial runes to spread from her feet.
Using herself as the base, she set up a teleportation coordinate on the third battlefield, allowing UJ players to directly teleport there without relying on the slower ancient teleportation array.
Ishinaka glanced up at the dragon's shadow in the sky and slowly spoke, "With me here, you won't escape. For the humiliation you've caused UJ, you will pay with blood."
"You may be the strongest in Infinite Dimensions, but what rank does that make me in the Apocalypse Knights?" Rukawa smirked, donning a full set of 35-level legendary gear, Lionheart of the Sacred, two thunderous lion spirits circling around him.
Demon Emperor sneered, "So, three top guilds from the UJ region are teaming up to fight the US? Big talk."
Slaughter Spree snapped, "We need to retreat. Their numbers are skyrocketing. Three guilds plus at least sixty thousand players—over eighty thousand in total!"
"An S-level Enchanter has domain skills that can trap an entire sky without even having to activate them!"
Blank was pulled up by a priest and struggled to break free from the chaos of the battle.
Though she acted proud and indifferent, her words were deliberately loud, trying to send a message to someone: "Get a grip and don't overestimate yourself."
"Is everyone here?" Orson's voice rang out softly, but his words made everyone look toward him with a mix of suspicion and murderous intent.
Today, they, the UJ players, would erase the shame of the past.
Suddenly, an announcement echoed across the battlefield.
"Orgod has spent a fortune to purchase the regional loudspeaker!"
"Who dares to face me in battle, US players?"
The world chat exploded in an uproar.
"Wait... what? He's using the loudspeaker to try and salvage his pride after running so far?"
"Orgod, you're one hell of a show-off! First to run, and now you're the one trying to act tough!"
The world chat filled with sarcastic comments, and some "good-hearted" players reminded Orson that his base was being raided.
The NPC army, led by Cain, was already assaulting the Celestial Fortress's surveillance posts. Meanwhile, Wedge and a group of players were deep within the second layer of the labyrinth, clearing mobs as they pushed toward the Godly Temple, preparing to take control of Celestial Fortress amidst the chaos.
Despite the taunts, Orson remained unfazed. He pulled out multiple golden loudspeakers and glanced down at the UJ region players, riding his Crimson Lizard King as he soared above the battlefield.
The surrounding airspace was compressed by the Oracle Enchanter's passive Forbidden Zone, but not a single player dared to make a move.
"Third battlefield coordinates: 230.191."
"I need to see your LD."
"I need to see your unyielding will!"
"I need to see your towering rage!"
Orson's expression hardened, and he suddenly shouted, "I demand—every UJ player die and offer up their souls to the US Soul of Heroes!!"
A wave of golden text bombarded the screens of all the players, six golden dragons dancing and roaring in unison!
Everyone froze in shock. The blood that ran through their veins seemed to boil with intense fervor.
"Kill him... kill him now!"
At this moment, a new message appeared in the live stream of SirLagsALot.
It was from a small guild leader, whose tone shifted from hesitation to absolute resolve.
"Watch the stream? I don't give a damn about Celestial Fortress!"
"I'm just an angry young man, I'm done watching! I'm logging in now!"
Soon, the entire screen was filled with a single word:
The intent to kill was clear!
"Teleport? Oh my god! How could so many people teleport here in an instant?"
The players caught in the chaos were stunned as teleportation beams shot into the sky. A massive white light formed as hundreds of players poured into the battlefield.
This was the terrifying power of the Soul of Heroes!
"This is the real forbidden spell!" one player cried out in awe.
"This is the true embodiment of the will of countless US ancestors!"
SirLagsALot trembled with excitement. The intense emotional waves almost triggered a "decompression" warning in the game pod.
"Real battle is in the third battlefield!" SirLagsALot exclaimed, giving instructions to his colleagues to continue the broadcast while he rushed to the third battlefield to split the live screen for simultaneous coverage.