For the Dark Spirit Race's ground forces, this was undoubtedly the most desperate war they had ever experienced.
Originally, the Dark Spirit Race's High Priest had gathered a million elite troops, intending to flatten Star City in one fell swoop. In their eyes, the city's main forces had long since been lured away, leaving only the old, weak, sick, and disabled behind. This should have been an utterly one-sided massacre with no suspense whatsoever.
But when the Star Gate lit up, everything changed.
Strange-looking creatures poured endlessly from underground, triggering every Dark Spirit's uncanny valley instinct.
They looked similar, yet their facial features were slightly different. They looked fierce, and they fought without fear of death...
It was like humans seeing zombies. Bro, that was kind of terrifying.
At the front lines, a Level 18 Dark Spirit squad leader swung his longsword and beheaded a [Divine Guard] player. Before he could even catch his breath, more enemies charged at him.
They had no tactics whatsoever. The only troublesome thing was that they were not afraid of dying.
After all, even among the newest batch of players, anyone skilled or powerful would not remain on a battlefield of this level. The ones left behind were all complete noobs.
The squad leader gritted his teeth and painfully pulled a scroll from his robes. Shadow Burst instantly tore the enemies into pieces.
But...
Half an hour later, the people he had personally killed appeared again completely unharmed, howling as they launched another charge at him!
Who are you?
"What the hell are these monsters?!"
The Dark Spirit squad leader shouted in despair, his sword-holding hand trembling violently.
His trembling hand reached into his robes.
Damn it... the scrolls were all gone!
They couldn't be killed! There was no way to kill them all!