"Wasn't she level 24? How is she only level 19 now?"
Madman looked at Wedge, who looked a bit worse for wear, puzzled.
In fact, when the Meteor Strike hit, Wedge made a bold decision.
She deliberately removed all her equipment protection, allowing Usher to shoot her down with one arrow.
Then, she used her Holy Spirit Priest's exclusive skill to revive, at the cost of losing five levels, temporarily boosting all her attributes by two times. This allowed her to barely survive Orgod's berserk output.
"This is A-level Earth Magic, Celestial Descent, a large-scale AoE effect."
"Even though I don't know how he managed to replicate two identical skills, I can tell the cooldown for this one is very long."
Wedge's mental fortitude was impressive as she immediately analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of the opponent's skills.
"Take this opportunity to strike! The S-class Light-Dark Sword Saint idiot is dead, and it's just Orgod now—there's no way they can turn things around!" Reaver said in a low voice.
"Yes, it's better that some annoying pests died, we can still take a stronghold," said DonutWizard, holding a red staff, looking disdainful.
The other SSR players nodded. They were ambitious, and if they took five strongholds, their achievement would be enough to rival Dragon's Kiss Guild!
Apart from the other guild players who were fleeing, they still had over a thousand members in their alliance, each one a battle-hardened elite. This force was enough to flatten any guild in the first battlefield!
A mere Godslayer guild remnant was nothing to fear!
"Riley, what do you think?"
Wedge's sharp gaze turned to Snow Dream, who had been silent since the stronghold battle started, but her kill count was already up to five hundred.
Snow Dream looked up at the dragon shadow in the sky as if talking to herself, "He doesn't do things without confidence. His appearance means he's ready."
"Confidence? On the first battlefield, I am the confidence!" Usher snorted coldly.
SSR's members exchanged confused looks, but Usher slowly said, "I'm disappointed in you all. You're not better than me."
"Damn it, can't you speak properly? Without our guild leader, you would've been crushed by a meteor!" Reaver snapped angrily.
Wedge coldly interrupted and then smiled sweetly at Usher. "Not being able to trap Orson completely was my mistake, but I believe Usher's methods and foundation will make it a minor issue."
After hearing these words, Usher's expression softened. He looked at the SSR members indifferently. To him, these professional players were merely tools to be used.
In the SSR guild channel:
Reaver: "This bastard is no different from Orson, an arrogant fool!"
DonutWizard: "Forget it, stop talking. No need to argue with the rich, foolish masters."
"Currently, player range is limited. Does Usher have any tricks to take him down?"
Wedge asked curiously, her face showing a naive smile, while Snow Dream cursed under her breath.
Wedge was not only scheming but also exceptionally good at disguising her true intentions. Her coy, charming demeanor was hard for most men to resist.
Usher remained calm, ignoring Wedge's playful tone, and snapped his fingers. "How is the progress on the barrier?"
"Boss, we're almost ready!"
A female player from Dragon's Kiss Guild answered, flanked by three other 20th-level mages.
With most of Dragon's Kiss Guild's battle members over level 23, these lower-level members stood out.
"A-level Hidden Profession, Barrier Master?"
Wedge's eyebrows furrowed. She had researched this profession but couldn't get any solid intel. It seemed Dragon's Kiss Guild had four of them!
According to the Infinite Dimensions setting, the Barrier Master class had mediocre offensive and defensive stats, making it almost useless for solo players.
However, Barrier Masters could set up magical barriers that not only provided mass defense but could also trap enemies and continuously damage them.
The only downside was that setting up a barrier took time, and the best solution was for multiple Barrier Masters to work together.
"Barrier Magic: Fury of Winter."
The female Barrier Master chanted, and the other three followed suit. A frosty hexagram enveloped the battlefield, and four light curtains rose, causing snowflakes to swirl and the temperature to plummet.
"Damn, why is it snowing?"
Madman reached out to touch the snowflakes, and immediately took 50 damage as his arm began to freeze.
"Great, now Barrier Masters have come out." Orson stood on top of Crimson Lizard King, with his Sun Shield above him like an umbrella, blocking the snowflakes.
"Crimson Lizard King's flight altitude is reduced due to the effect of the barrier."
The light curtains began to compress, and Crimson Lizard King's flight height began to drop, now limited to about 100 meters above the ground. Orson raised his hand and sent a simple attack.
"This barrier is restricting movement, with frostbite and slowdown effects," Orson muttered, frowning.
The battlefield began to shrink, and Crimson Lizard King's movement was severely restricted, unable to go much higher than 100 meters.
Usher sat calmly on his black steed, raising his hand to signal Dragon's Kiss Guild's SSR alliance to enter the barrier.
"Boss is amazing! I knew there was a reason we had so many Barrier Masters. I didn't expect them to be used !" Skyslasher exclaimed.
"Usher really is something," Wedge said with a smile, and the SSR members were all a bit surprised. They had always looked down on wealthy players, but this man seemed different.
His intentions were clear—he wanted to limit Orson's range and stop him from being able to act freely in the air.
"How do we deal with this? This damn barrier is still draining health. We're stuck!"
"Can't break the barrier? We're done for, they're going to crush us!"
Madman and the others tried attacking the barrier to no avail. Their faint hope was extinguished.
Under the cover of Fury of Winter, the Godslayer members trapped inside the stronghold couldn't escape the barrier, and the enemy had them trapped.
Orson smiled indifferently. Once the barrier was set, even the Barrier Masters couldn't disrupt it for a short time.
Thus, this became not just their prison but also their opponent's.
Orson descended to the ground and stood at the front of his team, raising his staff. "Fight to the death!"
"Fight... to the death!" Madman hesitated but then shouted loudly.
"Damn Bradley, can't you yell louder?" Bradley shouted while running around the map.
"Shut up, Bradley, you don't know what's going on, don't talk nonsense!" Iron Cavalry angrily retorted.
The Godslayer team watched the massive allied forces before them, their heartbeats quickening, but their voices lacked confidence.
Orson didn't blame them. They only had about two hundred members, many of whom were casual players, and only two small elite teams.
They thought they couldn't win, which was a reasonable conclusion for normal players.
But Orson... wasn't a normal player!
As they neared the thousand-meter mark, Usher suddenly halted his advance. He raised his golden bow high, exuding a kingly aura.
"With the name of the Saint of Archery, I burn the last of my holy blood to grant the archer the vision of the eagle!" Usher proclaimed loudly, his voice as powerful as a dragon's, stirring the crowd.
Wedge immediately responded, saying, "With the name of the War Saint Crocker Hale... I grant the warrior eternal strength!"
Four beams of divine light descended from the sky. The two guild leaders spent 20,000 prestige points to activate their guild buffs.
Archers: Crit/Range +20%.
Cavalry: +300 Defense.
"Oh my god, this is it. This is the ultimate move. No way that tyrant who can wipe the whole map in seconds will have any chance of winning!"
Seeing this, the audience got goosebumps. Under the divine light, the Dragon and Sky alliance roared like a tsunami, spreading far and wide.
"Hm? Trying to stack buffs against me?"
From a distance, Orson's face took on a strange expression. Madman and Female Dorm God eagerly looked at him.
"Not much prestige, so let's save it. I'll spend 100,000 points first," Orson said lightly.
Everyone was stunned. All of them combined didn't have 100,000 points of prestige!
"Consume 3,000 prestige points to gain the blessing of the War Saint. Pfft, what trash."
Orson opened the guild battle skills panel, and when he saw the last buff, he smiled. "This one works."
A crazy battle intent surfaced on Orson's face, and a voice from the realm of gods and demons echoed across the first battlefield!
"The Eternal, Unyielding Fire of Vengeance."
"Burn all enemies that dare challenge us and forge an everlasting empire!"
Blood-red halos appeared around everyone, and Madman and the others gaped in shock. All their attribute panels surged as the slow debuff from Fury of Winter disappeared.
Texas Musk: "Leader, this is too obvious!"
God of Iron Cavalry: "Seriously, turn it off already, it's too fake!"
"Global announcement: [Godslayer] Guild Leader Orgod consumes 100,000 prestige points to gain the guild buff: The Supreme Dynasty!"
"Within one hour, all guild members' attributes will increase by 50%, negative states like stuns, slowdowns, and knockbacks will be nullified, and everyone will be granted one full health revival chance."