Fake, All Fake

"Enemy attack! There are at least twenty thousand of them, and every single one can walk on water!"

Seeing this spectacular sight, many people began shouting in unison, hoping to warn the players behind them.

The players who had yet to reach the vicinity of the Asai River grew even more anxious when they heard the cries.

It was not particularly unusual for a player to possess the ability to walk on water.

Many Tentacle Race players had that ability.

But for twenty thousand Black-robed Men to all be able to walk on water at once—that was simply too terrifying!

With that thought, they could not help but quicken their sprint, afraid that the defensive line would have already fallen before they arrived.

The players who had already formed ranks along the shore were not idle either.

Watching the Black-robed Men rushing toward them at high speed, they raised their weapons in unison and unleashed their respective long-range attacks at the army of Black-robed Men.

For a moment, tens of thousands of skills blanketed the Black-robed Men still on the river like a storm.

Given how urgent the situation was, it was only natural that most players had no time to think carefully.

However, some calmer or more observant players carefully examined the Black-robed Men walking across the water after releasing their skills.

Upon closer inspection, they quickly noticed something was wrong.

On the surface, these Black-robed Men appeared overwhelmingly imposing, and each of them radiated a rather terrifying aura.

But upon careful observation, one could see that their movements were remarkably uniform.

Every gesture and movement was synchronized to an unbelievable degree.

It was as though they had been copied...

Yes, copied!

The players who realized this immediately began cursing furiously where they stood.

"Damn it, we've been tricked!