Player G: "???? Can someone tell me what just happened?"
Player H: "A hundred thousand reputation... Who still says Orgod isn't a game designer, I'll lose it!"
Player K: "My stomach hurts from laughing, this guy really can't let go."
The world channel was flooded with "question marks," as the hundred thousand reputation points were burned in an instant, leaving everyone stunned. Some guild leaders still fighting on the battlefield were left in confusion, unable to understand Orgod's desperate struggle.
From every angle, even with the high-level guild buffs added, Godslayer's chances of winning still seemed slim.
Usher's expression changed. He had underestimated Orson's determination to hold the Chaos Domain, and coldly said, "It's like an ant trying to shake a tree. What difference does it make if a bunch of trash players get their attributes boosted?"
"Don't underestimate it. This is a full-attribute boost, enough to turn casual players into main fighters," Wedge reminded him.
Usher said nothing more, dismounting with a cold, murderous aura on his face. "Charge! Flatten them for me!"
The thousand-strong army surged forward toward the Chaos Domain with a deafening war cry, their momentum formidable.
"What are you waiting for? Everyone, get in there! Rip off Wedge's clothes!" Madman shouted, his tone creepy.
"Yeah! I'm going to have a close encounter with her!"
"Go! Cut them down, let Bradley die in peace, let him rest easy!"
"Wait! He's not dead yet! Hold on, don't kill him all the way!"
A group of players began making lewd calls. Bradley, hearing this, cursed loudly in the channel, but no one paid him any attention.
Dancing Giant Boobs: "Who can kill those female mages on the other side? I'll send private photos to the top three, let's go!"
Little Bean: "I'll take selfies, who wants them? Kill two and you'll get them! Smash them!"
Madman: "I love you, babies!"
The Girls: "Get lost, pervert!"
Orson was stunned. A group of female players was actively "offering themselves," and their shouts were even fiercer than the male players'. The crowd was full of passion, seemingly ready to tear their enemies apart.
Godslayer abandoned their base defense and launched a brutal melee attack!
What tactics? What strategy? It didn't matter anymore!
Killing one enemy was a victory, killing two would earn them bragging rights in the guild. Why not go for it?
"I'm speechless. You guys are the real big brothers," Orson thought to himself. What kind of players did this guild recruit? How come no one here was as righteous as he was?
With that, a The Flame Dragon appeared 800 meters away, crashing into the enemy lines, disrupting the alliance's formation and acting as a vanguard for his berserk teammates.
"Magic Immunity Potion!"
Usher snorted coldly. The thousand-strong army moved in unison, collectively drinking potions to counter Orson's passive burning effects.
"Fire magic immunity? Well, sorry to disappoint, I'm a Chaos Mage."
Orson's eyes flashed with a spark, and the violent flames surged. With a flick of his wand, a death spell was cast, summoning two stone dragons that erupted from the ground. They knocked over more than ten melee players, throwing them to the ground, inflicting deadly fall damage.
Wedge's face turned cold, as a storm of magical blades began to descend from the sky. The alliance was temporarily stalled in the heavy downpour.
She waved her legendary staff, instantly removing the negative buffs.
Orson's cold voice rang out, and a large area of swamp covered the battlefield, trapping SSR's players once again. He continued to stand 800 meters away, launching plain attacks on designated targets.
"The damage is insane, I can't take it anymore…"
Even though the alliance had guild buffs and Wedge's Holy Spirit Mage resistance boosts, the frontline knights were still struggling to hold up against Orson's amplified output.
In the blink of an eye, six melee players had fallen.
On the other side, God of Iron Cavalry and Wild Gale began to fight back.
Wild Gale, with his unmatched skill, took on three enemies at once, killing three in a row, his eyes red with battle lust.
Iron Cavalry slammed his large shield, creating a powerful gravitational pull that drew enemies in from all directions.
The backline mages and archers desperately cast their skills into the crowd, and even though the enemy priests were healing quickly, the concentrated fire from all directions was still overwhelming.
"Dragon's Kiss Guild has such great equipment, how can they not hold up?"
"They're finished. The damage ratio is 1:5 compared to Godslayer… no, even higher!"
Spectators in the crowd were shocked, unable to believe their eyes. Despite the overwhelming advantage in numbers, the two powerful guilds were being crushed under the relentless assault.
"They're too scared of Orson. All their attention is focused on him. It's no surprise they're charging ahead, ready to be wiped out," one commentator helplessly explained.
"Not good! The guild leader's position has been exposed!"
An SSR knight suddenly panicked. Wedge, who had been safely surrounded in the center, saw all the melee defenders fall around her.
"Protect Wedge!" Reaver yelled, leading his people to try and block the gap.
"Seeking death." Orson snorted coldly, activating Whisper of the Wind, further enhancing his attack speed and casting speed.
With the full attribute boost, he had truly become a spellcasting machine gun!
A barrage of Chaos Magic Balls, mixed with several Splitting Explosive Fireballs, rained down on Reaver and his team.
Wedge's expression froze. Even her healing aura couldn't save Reaver from this terrifying output, which exceeded all her expectations.
As soon as she used Resurrection to bring Reaver back, the sound of clanking iron chains could be heard.
Gray chains began to rapidly spread from Reaver, and the Chaos Mother was seen floating on a stone platform.
Chaos Chain triggered!
"Spread out, don't cluster together!" Wedge quickly shouted, sensing the impending danger.
"I can't move..." Reaver panicked, as his teammates were also bound by the chains, and were being forcibly dragged toward the stone platform.
True damage double crit -5000!
True damage double crit -5000!
Orson timed the moment the magic immunity potion wore off, and surrounded by chaotic mist, he struck. Almost every basic attack took down a player's head, and no one could stop him!
"I wonder how many levels you have left to lose."
Orson's eyes turned cold as he glanced over the battlefield. The disadvantage in numbers had been temporarily mitigated by the powerful buffs, but he needed to add fuel to the fire!
"Facing the combined might of multiple guilds, are you content with this?" Orson shouted.
"I'll kill them all! What trash guilds! Die, die, die!"
"We only have one life, oh no, now I have two! My life's worth more than theirs, I'll crush their nuts!"
The Godslayer players shouted and fought fiercely, their attacks growing more savage with every passing moment, much to Orson's amusement.
"Today! Let all our enemies hear our name and tremble!" Orson declared.
"Godslayer is invincible! Godslayer is invincible!!"
Orson roared, his killing intent overwhelming. The Elven Diamond shimmered with an eerie light as his followers cheered and raised their fists.
Activating the legendary awakening skill: "War Roar!"
Double crits + Lifesteal — once again, the combat strength of the Godslayer players was fully restored!
Godslayer's players were fierce, and they never ran out of words. They were battle-madmen, crafted by Orson to be a blade that stabbed deeply into the hearts of their enemies!
They were an unstoppable flood, and they were the Godslayer warriors who would dominate the battlefield!
"Disappear before my eyes."