War

Vrock flew through the sky like a ghost, its large, foul-smelling wings flapping incessantly.

However, the players' firepower was too concentrated, almost covering the area. Even the Vrock couldn't dodge. Its dark wings slowly fell, and blood flowers bloomed on its twisted body.

With a hissing sound, the demon's purple blood eroded the ground, creating pits and emitting a nauseating stench.

Vrock was furious. It opened its vulture-like beak and spewed out a foul-smelling dart.

"You damned humans!"

I will devour your eyeballs, gnaw on your heads, and tear off your arms. Ah!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

However, the players didn't care about the demon's threat at all, and instead reloaded their ammunition and fired even faster.

Who would seriously listen to a boss? "Shoot already!"

"This demon must be mine!"

"You bastard, hurry up and give me some Gold Coin!"

The players fired with all their might, the gunfire almost never ceasing, and their eyes were all somewhat bloodshot.

That's 1500 Faction Contribution and 50 Ginar!

That's enough to buy a set of relatively rare quality equipment, and then acquire some assets in the Istaria City to quickly get through the beginner phase.

Damn it—

I will make you experience—real fear!

Vrock was filled with uncontrollable rage. To be treated as prey by a group of humans was an utter disgrace! The demon opened its beak, revealing jagged fangs, and its bare throat writhed violently.

"Aww—"

A piercing shriek rang out.

Almost every creature that hears it experiences a sudden, profound tremor in its brain—a deep-seated, soul-crushing fear of chaos.

"Oh no, it's a group control system!"

"Quick, plug your ears!"

The players hurriedly covered their ears, but the sound pierced their ears like poison needles, causing them to kneel on the ground in pain. Some players with weaker constitutions even fainted on the spot.

Even the veteran player who led the team this time, Lonely as Snow, felt his heart tremble and gritted his teeth to barely hold on.

Hahahaha!

"That's it, fear! Tremble! Let your blood flow into rivers of the Abyss, let your souls become nourishment for chaos."

Vrock laughed wildly as he flapped his broad wings, his black feathers fluttering as he stormed into the village like a black phantom.

"Whoosh—"

The nearly half-meter-long claws swung like scythes, and in an instant, blood splattered, and countless severed limbs flew everywhere, turning this village into a cruel slaughterhouse.

"Ah!"

A mournful wail rang out.

With a crisp sound of flesh tearing apart, the long, sharp claw pierced right through the player's chest.

Crimson blood gushed out suddenly, but this was not the end.

"Sizzle—"

With a slight exertion of Vrock claws, the player was torn in two, while its upper body was grabbed and lifted up.

It tore the still-warm, blood-dripping head off the mutilated body and stuffed it whole into its mouth.

"Crunch, crunch"

The crunching sounds of flesh and bones being chewed echoed across the battlefield, sending chills down one's spine, while the remaining remains were carelessly discarded on the ground.

Now you should be terrified.

A twisted, sinister smile spread across Vrock's vulture-like face—a tactic that had always worked against cowardly humanoid creatures.

It often derives particular pleasure from swallowing human sacrifices, especially those that are bloody or nauseating, and it enjoys watching the horrified and disbelieving expressions of its victims.

"Your companion must be quite delicious. I wonder how you taste?"

The demon's hoarse whispers echoed across the battlefield, like murmurs from the Abyss.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have completely lost the will to fight and their legs would have gone weak with fear. Even the bravest person would feel a pang of fear if they saw their loved ones being devoured alive.

"Lao Wang! Lao Wang— "

You died such a terrible death! Waaah, why did you have to leave like that?

A player burst out from the crowd and pounced on the headless mutilated body. Ignoring the blood all over his body, he wailed and cried, tears streaming down his face.

"Yes, that's it. Feel the pain."

Vrock smiled maliciously, wanting to savor this wonderful scene, but strangely, it did not taste "pain or fear".

However, the player's subsequent behavior was beyond Vrock's expectations.

"But it's okay."

The player wiped away his tears, casually tossed the onion aside, and did a somersault in front of the mangled body.

He walked up to Lao Wang's mangled body, made a peace sign, took a photo together, and said excitedly, "I've given you a good laugh!"

"This"

Vrock was extremely puzzled.

To act like this in front of a companion's body, even with a grin, is this guy even human?

Is this a demon in human skin? Indeed, some players were disgusted by the scene and almost vomited, while others were so frightened that they trembled.

However, most players, having been exposed to numerous horror games, have long since developed a resistance to this kind of demonic behavior.

They were still carefully examining and discussing the details, even gloating.

"Holy crap? Someone's been eaten!"

"Hahaha! Isn't that Lao Wang? Good heavens, his head's been chewed up! I took a picture, I'll message him privately later."

"This boss is fierce. Its lines are no exaggeration. If it says it will eat people, it really will."

"The damage is so high!"

Dou Feng, he touched the still-warm blood on his face and exclaimed in amazement, "It looks so realistic!"

He even looked down at a blurry, unidentified mass of flesh and blood on the ground and clicked his tongue, saying, "Is that intestines? The details are incredible!"

Seeing the group of newcomers whose attention had been diverted, Lonely Blows Snow couldn't help but yell, "Hurry up and deal damage! A few more waves like this and we'll be wiped out!"

He's really never seen anything like this! Forget about eating people, he himself has been swallowed by Shark Lizard Beast from underground. What's so special about that?

"Okay, okay, boss."

"Yeah, I almost forgot the important thing: shoot that birdman!"

"To avenge Lao Wang is our inescapable duty! This shot is dedicated to the headless Prison King!"

"For Lao Wang!"

Gunfire erupted again, thick Gunsmoke billowed, and in an instant, the area where Vrock was located was covered by a dense barrage of bullets.

At this point, Vrock was beginning to have doubts about the existence of the demon.

Over the past century, it has invaded the Prime Material Plane several times, killing tens of thousands of humanoid beings and causing dozens of horrific tragedies.

But it had never encountered such prey before!

They are indifferent to the death of their companions, or even their own, treating life as worthless and battle as a game.

This attitude was something Vrock had only ever seen in one type of creature—demons! Could they be demons disguised in human skin, sent by the hostile Abyss Lord? No, that flesh and bones were real. Vrock had eaten many humanoid creatures, and that definitely tasted like humans.

All I can say is that they are indeed a strange group of people, and cannot be judged by common sense.

"Damn humans!"

The Vrock roared, flapped its wings, and transformed into a dark, twisted shadow, soaring into the sky.

The Vrock make pain, fear and killing its purpose for survival. They often fly through the air, shrouding their prey in shadow and giving them the most unforgettable and painful experience.

In order to fly, they are exceptionally thin, and their fur is not thick compared to demons of the same rank.

At that moment, the Vrock sensed danger emanating from those bullets.

This thing can kill it! "Bang!"

"Ah--"

First came a loud gunshot, followed by a sharp, angry roar.

Black feathers flew wildly as the bullet pierced through Vrock's wing, causing it to stagger in mid-air before regaining its balance.

"Hooray, I won!"

"Two more shots, and this bastard will be mine!"

One of the players on the ground raised his left hand and cheered excitedly.

Vrock's mind was filled with anger, and unprecedented feelings of humiliation and frustration surged into his heart, causing his dark eyes to tremble slightly.

Those were just ordinary human beings!

How dare these humans prey on a great demon!

They should tremble and wail under the wings of Vrock, fleeing in panic, falling one after another into pools of blood, ending their lives in a complete massacre.

Thinking of this, Vrock spread his wings and let out a hoarse roar.

"Humans, you have angered me! I will use death to make you realize your true place—playthings of the great demon, nourishment for the Abyss, and lambs to the slaughter!"

"Bang!"

Another shot was fired, feathers flying everywhere.

It was still that skilled shooter; he opened his left eye and cheered once more.

"Yes!"

Vrock was instantly enraged, trembling all over: "You're courting death—"

Lonely as Snow noticed something was wrong and quickly warned, "Stop yelling, cover your ears! It's about to unleash a group control attack!"

"Aww—"

A piercing scream rang out, stunning everyone who couldn't dodge in time.

"Tremble, for I will unleash the great Abyss upon the world, and condemn you all to—"

This time, Vrock spread his broad, foul-smelling wings, casting a huge and menacing shadow on the ground.

"Slaughtered them all!"

The Vrock continued its shrieking, spewing out clouds of highly poisonous spores from its jet-black wings, enveloping the surrounding space.

As it called, thousands of corrupted vultures and crows flew out of the dense forest, forming a surging black wave that almost filled half the sky and rushed toward the village.

The rotting wings rubbed against each other, and the beaks full of fangs emitted the same piercing, noisy screams.

"I can't see anything!"

"Wow, my health is dropping so fast!"

"Damn it! Something's scratching me! Is it a crow? They're scratching my eyes! Tearing my flesh!"

The entire village was shrouded in Poison Mist, and many players' skin began to fester and rot, making it impossible for them to even see what was in front of them.

There's also a piercing shriek; once that sound enters your ears, you'll be gripped by fear.

Not to mention the ubiquitous crows and vultures.

Once a player is targeted by their greedy, green-glowing eyes, it won't be long before they are reduced to a bloodstained skeleton.

"Very good, that's it."

"Even if we can't instill fear in these humans, we must slaughter them all like animals!"

Vrock chuckled, its eyes fixed on the player who had just shot it, its murky pupils radiating boundless hatred.

"I'm going to eat you myself!"

It spread its wings and swooped down from the sky, heading straight for the chaotic crowd.

Several corrupted crows blocking the path were smashed into mincemeat by the Vrock, but it didn't care at all—they were just cheap consumables temporarily transformed.

Vrock opened its giant claws, the gleaming tips drawing ever closer to the player's head.

Very good, that's it.

He tore off his head, swallowed it, and chewed it fiercely to vent his hatred.

Vrock's lips curled up, revealing a sinister smile on his vulture-like, ferocious face.

Just then, a loud shout suddenly rang in its ear.

"Give me your life!"

A thick chain of flames came flying through the air and bound the Vrock, who was in a clawed position and unable to dodge in time.

Vrock twisted his slender neck and turned his head, wanting to see who dared to attack him.

It was a tall, strong human clad in heavy armor, his left hand gripping a chain tightly, and his right hand holding an enormous gun.

That was Lonely as Snow! It turned out that he had already lurked next to the player who was being targeted by the demon, pretending to be controlled, but actually looking for an opportunity.

Immediately, Vrock was extremely surprised. "How is this possible! Human! You were clearly frightened by my shriek! And the highly poisonous spores!"

"Splash, splash"

It struggled violently, but still could not break free from the Dragon Vein Chain, instead creating scorch marks all over its body.

The chains exuded the oppressive aura of a dragon! And the "humans" before them were the same—they were the claws and teeth of that Red Dragon!

Vrock was filled with shock and rage. As a subordinate of the Revenge Devil, it knew very well how powerful the Red Dragon was.

Lonely as Snow sneered, tightening the chains in her hands. "You ignorant, worthless bird, how could you possibly understand the strength of Dragon Oath Paladin! Trying to escape? Dream on!"

Vrock couldn't understand his words, but he could hear the sarcasm in his tone.

It stared at Lonely as Snow with malevolent eyes and screamed, "Since that's the case, then I'll kill you first!"

"Aww—"

Vrock stretched out its sharp, giant claws, let out a shrill cry, and pounced straight at Lonely as Snow.

Lonely as Snow simply stood still, calmly watching the demon rushing towards her, waiting for its chance to strike.

"When--"

A metallic clanging sound rang out.

"That's impossible!"

With a furious roar, Vrock's giant claws were violently repelled, leaving only a faint white mark on Lonely as Snow's Adamantine Armor.

At this moment, the distance between Lonely as Snow and the demon was almost negligible; he could even smell the stench emanating from Vrock.

"This armor has extremely strong defensive capabilities, but it is too cumbersome. I am not strong enough to wield a sword while wearing it."

"So—the president found me the most suitable weapon."

A smile appeared on Lonely as Snow's face beneath his heavy visor, and he slowly raised the 40mm shotgun in his right hand.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Vrock's chest, and the finger was already on the trigger.

No, no

"You are just a weak human being; even with powerful weapons, you cannot kill me!"

"I am the great Abyssal Devil! I am immortal!"

Vrock struggled incessantly, its foul-smelling wings flapping violently as it tried to break free of its chains, causing the Dragon Vein Chain to rattle and clang.

But Lonely as Snow pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

An unprecedentedly loud gunshot rang out, echoing across the sky like thunder.

Those high-explosive bombs tore through Vrock's tough skin, penetrated its highly corrosive flesh, and exploded within.

"Aww—"

A piercing wail rang out as Vrock's chest exploded open, spurting out dark purple blood.

Vrock fell to the ground, the remaining bone and muscle tissue turning into smoking purple blood plasma that flowed from the wound, while the remaining skin sacs bubbled quietly on the ground.

In an instant, the Poison Mist in the air dissipated completely, and the rotting crows and vultures fell one after another from mid-air, their stinking corpses almost covering the ground.

"1500 contribution points, 50 Ginar, acquired."

With great effort, Lonely as Snow raised her hand, struck a pose, and blew on the gun barrel, which was still covered in thick Gunsmoke.

"Holy crap, the monster got instantly killed by the pro!"

"Damn it!"

"Sigh, I failed to get one again!"

"Be content. If it weren't for the expert leading you, the whole team would have been wiped out this time!"

"Waaaaah, all I saw was fifty Ginar leaving me."

"It's okay. It doesn't matter if we didn't get the final kill. We all participated in the battle and got our share of the profits. Even a small amount is still something."

New players also snapped out of their fear, some feeling regret, some sighing, and some kicking themselves in despair.

The Vrock, which had committed countless bloody crimes, had been completely forgotten by them and turned into a pile of glittering Gold Coin.