Upon seeing this, the skeleton soldiers' jaws popped off their joints, making a series of cracking sounds.
Meanwhile, under the command of Osmond, the Bastion Lord who had completed the storyline kill on Rosalind's remains, along with the surviving players, began to retreat.
Everyone saw this achievement, and Osmond, the warlord, was well aware of it.
Although his next step would be to become a member of parliament, who doesn't aspire to advancement?
Thus, Osmond led his team out of the blood-fog-filled area and ordered them to remain on high alert to prevent any unforeseen circumstances.
A thick fog, reeking of blood, enveloped and devoured the last vestiges of flesh and blood.
Then, the tiny blood droplets that made up the mist disappeared into a corner of the battlefield, like morning mist meeting the sunlight.
However, unlike ordinary fog, blood fog does not evaporate directly but goes elsewhere.
The blood mist near the ground gathers into streams of flowing blood, and when it flows to a low-lying area, it spontaneously grows teeth, chews up the ground, and disappears in the form of worms.
Meanwhile, the blood mist in the air began to gather and form blood droplets that could be seen with the naked eye.
The blood droplets grew larger and more numerous, making the atmosphere on the entire battlefield as oppressive as an impending downpour.
Many players and the skeletons looked up again, finally understanding why the sky was so dark even though there wasn't a single cloud in it.
Rosalind had long since abandoned her physical body, departing from her original form as a rain of blood.
As long as these life-giving raindrops fall on fresh flesh and blood, thereby consuming and accumulating life, Rosalind will revive.
This is the Grand Duke of Devouring.
Not only the skeletons and the Soul Returner realized this, but also Sailesi Incarnation was gradually dissipating.
Even Sailesi, whose body had been corroded into a sponge by the blood mist, couldn't help but marvel at the impending downpour.
"Everyone says vampires have incredibly strange abilities; seeing them today has certainly broadened my horizons."
The body he manifested through Psionic Energy Manifestation has mostly dissipated.
But perhaps due to its body structure, those four translucent arms remained remarkably firm.
Although it was also covered with traces of Rosalind's blood mist, it was as if the flesh had been corroded, but the bones had not suffered any fundamental damage.
Even now, those four arms were still tightly gripping a tube of toothpaste—no, they were still tightly gripping the front half of Rosalind's body.
The body, like a tattered balloon lying on the ground after a sports meet, had lost all its resilience and was destined to be swept into the trash heap.
However, the physical body still retained a breath of life, and Rosalind slowly spoke with her last bit of life force.
"Is praising me now a form of begging for forgiveness?"
Her voice was noticeably hoarse, yet upon closer listening, one could feel its vibrant life force, like a withered tree blossoming again in spring.
At this moment, the Grand Duke of Devouring was like someone who had just woken up after a good night's sleep. Although his voice sounded weak, his body was ready to recover and fight.
It wasn't hard to tell, and Sailesi didn't show any frustration when he heard Rosalind's voice.
He did his best this time. If they can't win next game, it will definitely be his teammates' fault, and the pressure won't fall on him.
So he ran one hand along Rosalind's body and quickly grasped her still very firm head, his tone equally confident:
"I certainly can't completely defeat you, but... someone can."
"Now!"
Sailesi crushed Rosalind's insect head in one swift motion, giving her no chance to retort. He finally dispersed his physical form, simultaneously shouting on Psionic Energy level:
"Do it!"
In an instant, the winds and clouds surged.
It appeared as if a massive amount of explosives had been detonated around the Skeleton Alliance camp, which was surrounded by water on two sides. The still-flowing water curtain instantly appeared and began to Spread.
Thick walls of water surged up from the sides and rear of the camp, then shot straight up, covering most of the battlefield.
Immediately afterwards, it plummeted towards the military camp like a blanket being lifted, as if an unparalleled slap was about to land on the ground.
Such a massive amount of water almost instantly drained the river next to the camp, but at this moment no one cared about the riverbed filled with mutated fish; they just stared blankly at the towering, collapsing waves.
As if standing on a beach about to be hit by a tsunami, amidst a chorus of gasps, all the players raised their heads and stopped what they were doing once again.
Meanwhile, the skeletons on the front lines, who were taking the hits, were under even more pressure. Kingdom language, Imperial language, and profanities that were incomprehensible were all mixed together and kept drilling into the players' ears.
But the Soul Returner paid no heed. Compared to this sci-fi movie-level cutscene, what were mere skeleton soldiers? What did the outcome of the battle matter?
"Today I finally understand what 'megalophobia' is."
[ The Western Sharpshooter ] said incredulously:
"I always thought it was just a joke, but this..."
Looking at the curtain of water in the sky, thicker than the dark clouds, he exclaimed from the bottom of his heart:
I'm really scared.
I'm not afraid.
[ Gill's Cuisine ] said with a smile beside him:
"Isn't it just a cutscene? If it didn't fall, it means it's just CG; if it did fall, it means it's a scripted death. Just revive it, right?"
"That makes a lot of sense."
"And you mentioned 'megalophobia,' which is certainly a real condition; I have megalophobia myself."
"Really?"
[ Western Sharpshooter ] Turns head in surprise:
"I didn't know that before."
"You've always known--"
[ Gill's Cuisine ] stated unequivocally:
I'm afraid of big idiots.
Faced with a massive wave of what appears to be a natural disaster, some players chose to laugh it off, some chose to face it calmly, while others began to wonder where this expert came from who was up to their old tricks again.
To create such huge waves, one must either possess extraordinary power or have Authority over the realm of "water."
But who could it be?
Could it be Rosalind?
At the same moment that many players were wondering, the towering wave did not fall, but instead stopped instantly as if it had been paused.
The water on its surface was still flowing rapidly, but the whole thing did not move forward even an inch, and it remained in a state of about to fall without crashing down.
At the very crest of that wave, a figure no bigger than a grain of rice in the eyes of the crowd stood there, feeling everything around him and enjoying the moment of riding the wave.
[ Whale Tail ] made its move.