Kevin pressed the send button heavily.
The post was published.
Yet this time, nobody who clicked in uttered taunts or skepticism.
For the very first thing they laid eyes on was that video, totaling less than three minutes in length, yet sufficient to overturn the worldview of the entire North American War Zone.
The beginning of the video was hell.
More than eight hundred players, empowered by the [Holy Armament], were utterly routed before a hundred-meter-tall deformed monster.
Chaotic flight, desperate screams, bodies effortlessly pierced and rent by cables, transforming into dazzling streaks of white light.
Every player watching the video could feel an immersive sense of suffocation and helplessness from those chaotic scenes.
"Fuck! What is that thing? Did the Wailing Signal Tower stand up?"
"Holy shit, with a single stomp like that, the screen actually shook. Did those thirty-odd shield warriors just vanish instantly?"
"This damage... This range... This is a fucking Epic-grade lord! Definitely!"
After lingering in silence for a dozen seconds, the forum's comment section instantly was submerged by a massive wave of scrolling bullet comments.
However, this was merely the beginning.
The video's frame shifted, aiming at the figure kneeling on both knees across the battlefield littered with corpses.
Roderick.
When his hoarse yet resolute prayer rang out, every player watching the video instinctively held their breath.
...I only beg you to send down Divine Punishment!
...I only beg you to witness this with your own eyes!
...Deities! Answer us!
When hundreds of survivors knelt down together, and those converging, tragic prayers echoed across the battlefield, countless players in front of their screens felt their scalps tingle.
Then, they saw.
They saw the light that rent the firmament.
They saw the sacred figure bathed in the white-gold light flame.
They saw the long sword formed