Victory That Left Them Speechless

The Noble Coalition's Fire-Element Legendary Knight was reckless, but his stamina was remarkable. A full day and night had passed, and he was still hacking away. Hill had slept soundly inside the soundproofing array. Alice had volunteered to keep watch at night and promised to wake Hill if anything happened.

When Hill got up in the morning, Alice said with great admiration, "Legendary fighters are amazing! He's slaughtering them like pigs. Too bad the Undead can revive."

Hill patted her little head. This cat could only see the most superficial side of things. He should go upstairs and hear what Falan thought.

Falan, however, thought more highly of the Undead. "A Legendary's control is forged through centuries of training. These Undead held out for an entire day and night without making a single mistake. That's truly impressive."

Adrian also praised them. "They're extremely well-trained and orderly. They swapped out large groups several times in the middle. They probably went back to their own world to rest. Yet they never gave that Legendary Knight a single opening."

"Their command structure has also been maintained very well," Falan said. "Other than that bald man never coming down, the Priest commander changed from Xiao Liuliu to A Deer during the night, and now it's Old School Striking King again. The mage commander has been hiding in the Mage Tower the entire time. I don't know whether he was replaced, but the fire barrier has never stopped even once. It hasn't left a single gap."

"Now we'll see who exposes a flaw first," Adrian said. "They've started rehearsing again below. No one came out at night, but they're adjusting their positions in the morning. They can gather together once every two or three hours."

"I studied them carefully. They're actually two different kinds of people," Falan said. "The ones capable of holding on for long periods are defending at the front. The ones preparing the arrays probably either dislike fighting or don't have much time. No wonder that Legendary couldn't tell. These people really do look like they're playing around."

He looked again at the clock-like Mage Tower. "So there are two mages commanding from up there? Their coordination is excellent."

As soon as Hill heard that, he understood. The Black Rose Family only sent out its hardcore grinders themselves. But there might be even more independent players in the city than their own people. They had to find a way to mobilize them.

To command independent players, they would definitely need a command group of at least eight people.

What puzzled him was that there couldn't possibly be only independent mages here. There had to be Knights and Swordsmen as well. Where were they? What were they doing?

The independent players had to be organized, but they would not risk their lives alongside the Black Rose Family members. If Falan was right about their strict obedience to orders, then everyone defending atop the walls had to be from Black Rose and their allies.

Black Rose also had many Swordsmen, yet none had appeared. In-game wars would never make an entire class simply disappear.

There was one more class, the one with the fewest players: Sorcerers.

Hill had never seen them before. They were the players' hidden class, the class that high-level players chatting in Hill Territory had cursed the God of Luck over countless times. It could only appear randomly when a character was first created.

It was said that fewer than five thousand out of 1.5 million players had obtained this class. They were an alternative type of summoner. Although they could only summon the God of Space-Time's pet, a Crystal Dragon, they normally used spells such as spatial severing. No one had ever said what the Crystal Dragon was actually for.

Hill abruptly stood up and began searching inch by inch.

Adrian asked in confusion, "What are you looking for?"

"The Swordsmen aren't outside. They must all be here too."

"Perhaps they're indoors, guarding against the walls being breached?"

"If that were the case, someone would definitely be standing outside to watch. The Undead wouldn't be able to sit still."

"I'll look too."

"Uncle Adrian, have you seen any Sorcerers?"

"No."

Even Falan curiously stood up. These Undead really had too many tricks. "We didn't see any Sorcerers when they fought among themselves either."

Hill silently thought, Are all five thousand of them on William's side? There must be an incredibly compelling reason. Players aren't that easy to order around.

Hill and the others searched carefully from the air.

That Legendary was still working tirelessly, his expression resolute and his will unshakable.

Then strange music suddenly erupted from within the Undead city.

Hill looked down at the players swaying along with the music. This had to be that otherworldly Might and Majesty, right?

This world had probably never heard singing so filled with feminine seduction. Falan and Adrian were both startled.

An Undead female Priest named Cunlü wore a creamy-white halter dress. As she spun and swayed, she displayed an exquisite waist-to-hip ratio, looking soft and alluringly feminine. Combined with the hollowed-out back, she was utterly seductive. Standing atop the city gate, she held a sound-amplifying artifact and let out soft, winding moans. Each breathy sound made Hill blush furiously.

Hill had originally thought they were playing a battle anthem, but this lady had informed him that he was far too innocent.

Then Hill saw an enormous streak of silver light slash directly at the stunned Legendary Knight.

With a deafening boom, the Knight crashed heavily into the ground. Amid thunderous cheers, the Magi on the wall ran to the front, raised their staffs, and cast Earth Rift at the same time.

As the Legendary Knight sank underground, the Magi leaped from the wall and ran to the massive fissure. They pointed their staffs at the ground. Someone flew out from the Mage Tower and shouted, "Countdown! Three, two, one, release!"

More than ten thousand Meteorfall spells were unleashed. Everything within a radius of ten miles rumbled and shook. Meteorfall was the spell most commonly used by Earth-Element Law Advanced Magi, summoning hundreds of enormous boulders from the sky to explode as they smashed into the ground.

Hill closed his eyes. That Legendary was dead for sure.

When he opened his eyes, a hundred-meter-tall mountain of boulders stood before him.

Falan stood by the window, looking at the mage commander. "Rainfall on the Mortal Realm?"

Rainfall on the Mortal Realm stood in the air, his staff pointing toward the panicked Noble Coalition. "Surround them! Those who surrender will not be killed!"

The Knights atop the walls had already assembled outside the city gates. They summoned their warhorses and mounted them. Their shields had all been put away, and they raised lances in their hands, ready for a Knight Order Charge.

Just as the panicked Noble Coalition tried to flee, they discovered tens of thousands of Swordsmen appearing on both flanks. Large numbers of Knights were also circling around from both sides toward the rear.

Seeing the main force still trying to resist, Rainfall on the Mortal Realm, standing in the air, gestured to Perfect Baldhead at the head of the Knight Order.

"Charge with me!" With that shout, the bald man led more than ten thousand Knights charging at the enemy without hesitation.

Ten thousand horses thundered forward, lances bristling. The Noble Coalition Knights at the front became wheat beneath a sickle, all falling at once.

The Knights in the rear also spread out and attacked inward. These soldiers, who were not even Knights, barely had the strength to raise their weapons.

Adrian clicked his tongue as he watched the Swordsmen, clad in light armor and wielding single swords, charge directly into both sides of the Noble Coalition. "It's my first time seeing so many Swordmasters. Their killing power is truly terrifying."

"Those who surrender, lie down! Throw down your weapons!" Perfect Baldhead shouted from the center of the battlefield.

"Those who surrender, lie down!" Tens of thousands of Undead shouted in unison.

The Noble Coalition completely collapsed. They threw down their weapons and sprawled messily across the ground.

Perfect Baldhead and the Knights formed a ring around the surrendered enemies. The Swordsmen walked inside and collected the weapons from the ground.

Hill let out a long breath and slowly sat back in his chair.

Alice jumped into his arms and softly asked, "So many people died?"

Hill buried his face in her long fur. "Yes! So many people died. Even a Legendary died!"

Adrian said, "War is cruel by nature. If the Undead had lost, it would have been the people of Salar who died."

Falan said, "Hill! Don't be so weak. Look at the Undead below. They aren't much older than you!"

Hill could only brood to himself. They must have mosaics. I want them too!

Rainfall on the Mortal Realm watched as the Swordsmen who had cleaned up the battlefield withdrew one after another. He raised his staff and began chanting the spell, "Earth Spikes." The Magi flying in the air alongside him used dense Earth Spikes to build an enormous birdcage, imprisoning the surrendered Noble Coalition inside.

Adrian said, "They really like spells used by groups."

"Where could we find so many mages to cast together? Of course we pursue the power of individual spells," Falan said, shaking his head. "Who knows what this world will become."

Adrian suddenly said, "The bald man is waving at us. It looks like he has something to discuss."

Falan silently guided the ship down until it hovered above Perfect Baldhead's head.

Adrian walked onto the deck and asked, "What is it? Do you need any help?"

Perfect Baldhead laughed loudly. "Mr. Adrian! We won! I want to hurry over to the king's side and take a look! I wanted to ask whether you're going too. Could we catch a ride?"

Adrian said, "I'll ask my teacher what he intends to do."

Falan immediately said, "We can take twenty people. Hill and I will go downstairs. The hall can be left to them."

After speaking, Falan went downstairs. Seeing that Hill intended to remain behind, he said, "Come directly to my room later!"

"Yes, Grandfather. I'll say hello to them and come over."

The laughing players boarded the ship, clicking their tongues in admiration. When they saw Hill standing at the entrance to greet them, A Deer immediately asked, "How much would it cost to build a ship like this, Mr. Hill?"

"Hmm... at least ten million crystal stones."

"That expensive?" Demon Sword shouted.

"If you built it yourselves, it would probably be much cheaper," Hill said sincerely. "An alchemist like my grandfather charges a great deal for each job."

"Forget it! We'll wait until there are more professional players later," Perfect Baldhead said slowly. "There must be an official price in the game."

Hill could only pretend not to understand. "There are so many of you. Someone will surely have talent for alchemy."

Hill looked at Cunlü, who stood beside Old School Striking King. This lady was still wearing that long dress, though she had put a Priest's robe over it. She had her arm linked with a Knight beside her and was boasting to Old School Striking King. "Look at me! Wasn't I amazing? It was all because of me!"

"Pah! What's there to be proud of about running into an old virgin?" Old School Striking King rolled her eyes dramatically. "Nanfeng can really put up with you!"

"That's right, he's my husband!"

Hill silently watched the warrior named Nanfeng. He was looking tenderly at his wife, who had her chin raised as she bragged.

"My grandfather is still waiting for me," Hill said to the players. "Please help yourselves to the food on the table. I'm going downstairs."

Before the players came in, Alice had already run to the bottom of the stairs. Hill went down and picked her up, then heard Adrian summon more chairs and tell the players, "Make yourselves comfortable. We'll be downstairs. If you need anything, shake this bell. I'll come up."