What truly broke the Cultists, however, was the Unorthodox Tactics Group led by [Even Monkeys Have Dignity].
These people had completely abandoned the dignity of carbon-based life.
"Brothers! These NPCs are all wearing robes! Their lower defenses have to be wide open!"
Clutching his specially made barbed Stone Spear, Ma Lou darted along the ground like a weasel, making straight for the monsters' crotches.
"Behold my ultimate technique! No-Holds-Barred Thousand Years of Death!"
Squelch!
An utterly agonized, inhuman howl rang through the night sky.
A towering Cultist clutched his unmentionables and crashed to the ground, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets from the pain.
Behind him, a pack of Unorthodox Tactics Group players pounced like vultures, wielding all manner of bizarre homemade stone tools.
"Throw sand in his eyes!"
"Quick, quick! Hold that mutant dog's legs! I'll tie them together with a vine!"
Faced with these lunatics who exclusively targeted below the belt and even shoved one another aside to steal kills, the Cultists were stunned.
The "madness and cruelty" they took such pride in seemed as laughably innocent as little white rabbits before the Fourth Catastrophe's utterly shameless, absurd tactics.
"Insane... these people are all insane!"
A Cultist squad leader watched a player who had been cut in half still desperately clawing at the flesh of his thigh before dying. He staggered backward in terror, on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Who the fuck was actually supposed to be the Abyss-corrupted villain here?!
At that moment.
The Cultist priest standing in the center of the square felt cold all over, his hands and feet trembling.
He watched his proud Abyss army being driven back again and again by this ragtag force of a mere fifty people.
"What... what species are these people?"
Everything the priest thought