Along with Kangyu's disciplined command, the Tankers of
Against them, the enemies who had set up a do-or-die formation with their backs to the Lord's room also swung their weapons, risking their lives.
CLANG! CLASH! SHATTER-!!
The eardrum-shredding sounds of rupture from thousands of pieces of steel clashing together rang out.
A plaza where dirt, dust, and blood splatters stuck together messily.
With countless personnel tangling together, the battlefield soon turned into a horrifying mudfight where even identifying friend or foe was impossible.
"Kill them all! Burn every single one of them to ashes!!"
At the end of the plaza, in front of the Lord's room, Ghost Spirit let out a vicious scream.
As Bizarre Eater, standing beside him, lightly gestured once more, the three heads of the Legendary-grade summon
The horrifying red ray of light that had turned Kwanghwi to ashes earlier began to condense within its chest once again.
ROAAAAAAR!!!!
The fiercely spewing flames did not distinguish between friend or foe.
The hotly burning flames of hell swallowed everything they touched, incinerating the battlefield.
"Keeheehee! Kyahahahahak! Haa, haa......"
Watching that horrifying spectacle where even his allies were burning up with screams, Ghost Spirit instead burst into bizarre, roaring laughter as if he found it amusing.
"These bug-like bastards are burning up nice and crispy. Kya, smells good."
At the sight of the bastard giggling bizarrely while burning even his allies to death, the players on the ground couldn't hide their astonishment.
Players grinding their teeth with bulging veins from anger.
Players backing away, trembling with chills down their spines, stricken with terror.
It was a truly overwhelming madman's madness that heavily crushed even the air of the battlefield.
Below the castle walls, the bizarre figure of the bastard cackling madly with his arms spread wide came into my vision.
'What's so good that he's laughing his ass off......'
Unable to properly grasp the situation due to the distance, I was just slowly pulling my bowstring while staring at the red dot that appeared on the bastard's face.
Creeeeak......
The tautly drawn bowstring swallowed a scream as it reached its limit.
Finally, the moment the line of sight and the target's zero point perfectly aligned. I released the tension in the fingers that had been tightly gripping the string.
Thwip-! Swish!
The arrow that left my hand sharply tore through the wind.
The arrow that left my hand cleaved the wind and flew fiercely towards the red dot of the bastard laughing defenselessly in the plaza.
SMACK!!
"Keuhak, heukgak!"
My arrow lodged itself precisely into the muzzle of the bizarrely laughing bastard.
The bastard, knocked away by the recoil of the strike, rolled backward twice, kicking up dirt and dust.
'Phew......'
Confirming that the arrow that left the string had beautifully blown the bastard away, I let out a short, deep breath.
Right at that moment. I felt the countless gazes from the ground suddenly turn towards me in unison, as if promised.
Wondering who the monster was that smashed the enemy leader like a beast with a single arrow.
The players, astonished by that overwhelming destructive power, held their breath and raised their heads towards the top of the wall where the arrow had flown from.
Perhaps it was the effect of [Weakness Detection].
While other players' arrows merely embedded themselves or pierced through enemies to deal damage, the arrows I shot were different.
They pushed the opponent away with the recoil of the strike, or left wounds larger than the size of the arrow, pulling out noticeably higher damage.
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"ROAAAAR-!!"
The White Tiger's roar that shook the battlefield. As the beast fiercely swung its massive, bulging muscular front paw, a fierce wind pressure like a storm erupted.
CRASH!!
From that overwhelming strike, the enemy formation blocking the way was bounced off in all directions like sheets of paper.
Succubus, who must have already swept up countless points since it was a legal PK situation, closely followed Kangyu with her characteristically pale face.
Black particles creeping up from Succubus's two hands. As she raised her hands high above her head, the scattering particles soon coalesced into the shape of numerous black spears.
Soon, the moment she chillingly thrust her hands forward and downward.
Th-thwip! Swish-swish!
The sharp black spears, shot through the air, mercilessly pierced through the bodies of the enemies blocking the way.
The bloody path refreshingly opened up by Kangyu and Succubus. Seizing that opening, the allied main force began to rush in like a surging tide.
Dash-dash-dash!
Jude, with his agile footwork, ran in at incredible speed.
It was the moment Ghost Spirit was panting, bleeding profusely from his mouth, one knee on the ground, struggling to stand up.
Slice!
Jude, having closed in rapidly, beheaded Ghost Spirit without delay.
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[Guild Member] Ian: Kangyu, what about me......?
[Guild Master] Kangyu: Just in case, please put all your effort into defense!! It's a heavy responsibility!
[Guild Member] Ian: With all my might!
In front of the desolate castle gates where not even a single fly was buzzing about.
Ian tightly gripped Matus's Greatsword with an unnecessarily grim expression, drunk on a solo epic as if he had become the last warrior holding back the end of the world.
From the start, the tide of battle was overwhelmingly tilted towards the allies.
On top of that, as their central figure, Guild Master Ghost Spirit, collapsed in vain, the enemies completely lost their will to fight and crumbled like a sandcastle.
Even the executive, Bizarre Eater, who struggled until the end, was cleanly executed by Kangyu's hands.
Creeeeeeak! THUD!
Finally, the massive doors of the Lord's room, which had been firmly closed, were thrown wide open.
Beyond the firmly closed doors. Inside the Lord's room, it was dazzlingly lavish, a stark contrast to the blood-soaked outside.
The long red carpet laid out in the middle of the room led straight to a majestic golden throne.
"Is there no one outside!! How dare you show such insolence before His Majesty!!"
The Lord NPC glaring at us and thundering in anger.
It was a fury so vibrant you could believe he was a real player, making you forget the fact that he was an AI created by the system.
The moment everyone flinched at the Lord's realistic scolding and looked at each other.
'There might be something......'
'The last hit...... I have to get the last hit......'
The memory of the day Succubus inherited the Dark Mage class flashed through my mind like a panorama.
How much had I beat the ground and regretted that I should have acted crazy and thrown myself at the altar first back then.
The moment that dreadful lingering attachment came back to mind, my body started moving before my head.
[System: Active Skill 'Rapid Fire' has been activated.]
Thwip! Thwack! Thwip! Thwack! Thwip! Thwack!
Worried that I might miss out on a possible reward if he didn't die in one hit, I deliberately activated the skill and poured down a merciless rain of arrows.
Kangyu, watching the spectacle from the side, ran over in shock.
"Whoa, whoa! That's enough, that's enough! He's already dead! Stop! Stop!!"
Like breaking up an excited friend in a neighborhood brawl, he fiercely hugged and soothed me as I pulled the string in a trance.
Over his shoulder, the pitiful Lord NPC, already turned into a hedgehog with arrows sticking out everywhere, was rolling around in vain.
At that moment, flashy celebratory fanfares rang out across the entire massive event siege map, and vibrantly colored petals began to flutter down.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
A majestic tolling bell that seemed to wash away the stench of blood from the battlefield covered the sky. Soon, the golden system message everyone had been waiting for filled their vision.
[System: To everyone who emerged victorious in the Siege Battle, congratulations! We have prepared a special gift for you who fought fiercely and worked hard.]
[Victory Reward: Distribution of the first month's tax contribution for 'Fortress Leonard', a capturable castle in the real Liberty World]
'Distribution of taxes for an actual fortress...... And it's not even an equal split, but differential payment based on contribution?!'
Even in a normal competitive RPG, the first month's castle taxes easily accumulate to the billions.
Much less
It's the transaction fees poured in madly for a month by genuine billionaires and renowned famous game streamers flocking from all over the world.
The scale of those taxes was bound to be astronomical, beyond imagination.
And the first month wasn't even over yet. For the remaining period, the castle's fees would snowball endlessly.
Just as the corners of my mouth were rising while running these pleasant calculations, a semi-transparent system window quietly popped up only before my eyes. It was a secret notification others couldn't see.
[System: You have dealt the finishing blow to the Lord of the Siege Battle.]
[Special Reward: A Wild Field Battle Pass is granted.]
'Crazy... As expected... there was something!'
The next stage following the siege battle is the Wild Field Battle. A horrifying battle royale fought as a solo match.
It was an unprecedented perk that allowed me to skip all those uncertain and headache-inducing variables and instantly put my name on the 64-player main tournament roster.
I felt like half of my lingering regret from missing out on Succubus's Dark Magic inheritance right before my eyes was healed.
The shouts of the victorious players echoed resoundingly, as if they would swallow the massive event map whole.
"WAAAAAAH!!!"
"Castle tax distribution?! Are you kidding me?! If it's Lumina, they're basically giving us real money!!"
"Crazy, this is crazy......!"
"Hey, even if we divide it by the number of people, it's gotta be at least a few million won per person easily?!"
The players, having run the happy calculators in their heads, soon lost their reason, grabbing and hugging even total strangers next to them, and started jumping up and down like crazy.
Having finished my happy imaginations while checking the rewards, I opened the system window to exit the event map.
"Savior!"
It was the trio: Ian, Succubus, and Jude.
"Did you see the event rewards?!!!"
Between Succubus and Jude, who were covered in blood from the battle, Ian alone, who hadn't participated in combat once, spoke radiantly with a clean face, as if he had just taken a shower.
"Yes, I saw it. It was incredible!"
"Kya...... Everyone knows we won because I was firmly holding the line in the back, right?"
Ian, acting arrogant with a face without a speck of dust on it.
At his shameless behavior, the blood-soaked Succubus narrowed her eyes.
"Shadow......"
Grab!
Jude urgently grabbed Succubus's arm tightly and nodded.
It was a serious look in his eyes, as if saying, 'Today is a good day, so hold it in.'
The ridiculous comedy unfolding before my eyes.
But strangely enough, a smile spread across my lips.
I don't know if it's thanks to the thrill of victory, or my soon-to-be fattened wallet.
What's certain is that thanks to this noisy trio chattering beside me, my heart, which used to be bitingly dry, was being filled up.