Players Descend

Duke Franz turned toward the source of the sound and saw over a hundred humans and dwarves charging toward Green Valley Town with all manner of weapons in hand.

At the forefront was a Paladin clad in armor and wielding a silver sword, his entire body radiating a light gold glow that made him especially conspicuous in the dark, rainy night.

"Was that... Adrian?"

Duke Franz still remembered Adrian. In his eyes, his comrade's child had been a fairly gifted Paladin, but he had never possessed such imposing momentum before.

From several hundred meters away, the reinforcements from afar raised their rifles.

With a sharp bang, gunfire howled and echoed across the sky. Flames burst from the row of muzzles, releasing pungent Gunsmoke.

Bullets tore through the curtain of rain, pierced the scales and flesh of the draconic monsters, and made them howl miserably as they fell one after another from midair.

In the distance, mounted knights also hauled up mortars. Amid deafening booms, shells landed among the acolytes and burst apart, instantly blasting over a hundred cultists into charred corpses.

"Follow me! Fight these damned cultists to the death!"

Adrian shouted fiercely and spurred his horse into a gallop. Charging at the very front of the formation, he crashed into the enemy's flank. His sword swept through the air, unleashing flames as dazzling as the sun and instantly consigning more than a dozen acolytes to a sea of fire.

It was his first time using Sun God Power, and he was still unskilled with it. The surging flames had nearly injured their allies.

The human knights followed behind him, piercing the draconic beasts in midair with lances and using long swords and sabers to cut off the heads of nearby cult acolytes.

At the sight of these cultists, the