The three crimson global announcements struck every member of Dragon Soaring Dynasty like three resounding slaps to the face.
The entire makeshift position fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone's expression froze as though they had been turned to stone.
Blood War Eight Wastelands's jaw hung wide enough to fit a fist. He looked at the blood-red words overhead, which had yet to fade completely, then turned to Dragon Soaring World, who had just crawled out of the crater looking thoroughly miserable.
"G-guild leader..." he stammered, his voice trembling. "Did you... did you poke the World BOSS up the ass?"
"Piss off!"
Dragon Soaring World snapped at him. With Blood War Eight Wastelands's help, he got to his feet, feeling as though every bone in his body was about to fall apart.
It wasn't just the weakness of having his Divine Might drained. It was the helplessness that rose from the depths of his soul when faced with rules he couldn't comprehend.
That thing called Glato could no longer be called a boss.
It was a natural disaster.
"Guild leader, are you all right?" Light Snow hurried over and handed him a top-tier health recovery potion.
"I'll live." Dragon Soaring World waved her off and downed the potion. Warmth spread through his limbs, and a little color finally returned to his deathly pale face.
He ignored his weakness and immediately looked at the global announcement.
[Source of Gluttony · Glato]!
World-Ending Tier Calamity unit!
It would destroy the entire North American War Zone within three hours!
"Fuck..." A guild member finally snapped out of his shock and let out a despairing groan. "An entire war zone in three hours? Is this the end of the world?"
"World-Ending Tier! I've never even heard of that tier! How are