allonlinenovel Chapter 157 Stop fighting!
Chapter 157 Stop fighting!
The battle on the snowy plains has completely deviated from everyone's expectations.
The world leader, Shadow Monarch, who should have been the center of attention, now appeared somewhat... pitiful.
His massive body was mercilessly sliced apart by two golden beams of light, and his health bar continued to drop at a steady and efficient rate.
He even stopped reading his lines and just kept scraping his skin.
His silence was deafening.
Beneath his feet, the three top guilds, who should have been the main force in the attack, were instead engaged in a magnificent three-way melee.
The Titans' war cries, the elves' rain of arrows, and Roman's magic and curses intertwine to create a chaotic tapestry.
Tens of thousands of elite players, representing the highest combat power in the Origin Realm, attacked each other with bloodshot eyes, like thugs in a street brawl.
"Salos! You're a mad dog! You're targeting our support heroes!"
Moon Arrow's usually cold voice was now tinged with barely suppressed rage.
"You started it, you old woman!" Thalos's massive battle axe whipped up a storm, forcefully cleaving away a shower of starlight arrows.
"If I don't eliminate your people from the top three today, I'll change my name!"
"I'm not targeting anyone personally; we're discussing the issue, not the person."
Oro's gentle voice rang out on the battlefield, and the codex in his hand shone brightly with golden light.
A thick beam of "punishment" pierced precisely through the chest of a Titan priest who was chanting.
"I'll curse your mother!" Thalos's eyes were red.
The millions of ordinary players in the distance were completely dumbfounded.
After the players took damage, they retreated to a distance and began to watch the show.
For them, being able to inflict damage is a stroke of luck.
What's the difference between 100,000 and 1 million?
"Is this... is this the ecosystem of top-tier guilds?"
"The big boss is too fierce, he really got the second and third place players fired up."
"I hereby announce that this year's World Boss Championship will be officially renamed the 'Snowy Sacred Mountain Second Place Battle'!"
"Stop fighting! Please stop!"
One player, always eager for excitement, shouted at the top of his lungs, eliciting laughter from those around him.
Chen You watched the chaotic battle unfold before him, occasionally taking out a Spirit Recovery Pill and popping it into his mouth.
As a gamer, he couldn't help but comment on those plays.
"No, interrupt me! Do you even know how to play?"
"Hey you, weren't you supposed to be charging in?"
"Hit him in the head! Can't you even hit someone properly? And you call yourself... "
"Forehead……"
Chen You glanced at the Shadow Monarch's health bar and was just wondering whether he should give him a heads-up when someone spoke up first.
"The final 30%, time to execute!"
Saros, who was in the middle of a fight, suddenly shuddered, and a look of wild joy flashed in his huge eyes.
The finishing blow phase!
The warrior's prime time!
The Titans under his command are mostly warriors!
This means he will have a huge advantage in the battle for second place!
"Everyone!" Saros roared. "DPS teams, go all out! Supports, don't let your numbers drop! The rest of you, cover us!"
Moon Arrow and Oro's expressions changed simultaneously.
"Dream on!" Moon Arrow gritted his teeth.
"Lunar Radiance! Focus fire on the Titan Temple DPS squad!"
Oro also dropped his fake smile, his eyes turning cold.
"Shadow of Roman, heed my command! Unleash all area-of-effect crowd control spells! Target: Titan Temple!"
In an instant, the Titan warriors were once again overwhelmed by a rain of arrows and curses.
The three-way brawl completely turned into a two-against-one fight by the "righteous" side.
Thalos's dream shattered in an instant.
"Aaaaaahh ...
Suppressed by the combined forces of the two guilds, and forced to watch helplessly as his advantages were rendered useless, Thalos was completely enraged.
He roared to the sky, his muscles bulging, and the ring-shaped protrusion on his forehead seemed to be burning.
"You forced me to this!"
He suddenly raised his battle axe high and roared, enunciating each word clearly, "Descend—Soul of the God of War!"
Boom—!
A dark red bolt of lightning tore through the sky and struck the snow in front of Saros with pinpoint accuracy.
In the void, crimson chains appeared out of thin air, as if dragging some terrifying being from the depths of hell.
An aura of savagery, brutality, and god-slaying swept across the entire Snow Mountain!
"roar--!"
With a roar that shattered the heavens, a burly battle spirit with skin as white as ash, covered in red patterns, and wielding two chain blades burning with flames appeared before Saros.
The battle spirit opened its eyes, its golden pupils filled only with pure destruction and fighting spirit.
Every player who saw this battle spirit subconsciously had a name come to mind.
God of War—Crato!
Holy crap!
"Battle Spirit! It's an SSR Battle Spirit!"
"Is this the trump card of the number one player on the leaderboard?!"
An earth-shattering uproar erupted from the crowd.
As soon as Kuito's phantom appeared, he charged towards the position of Roman Shadow.
The chain blades in his hands transformed into two death whirlwinds, tearing several paladins, shields and all, to shreds with a single strike!
"madman!"
Moon Arrow's face turned pale; she hadn't expected Thalos to flip the table so easily.
Once the battle spirit is summoned, it's time to really get serious.
If Saros and the War Soul join forces, she might also perish!
"Since you want to play, let's play together!"
Moon Arrow raised her longbow, her clear, cold voice echoing through the heavens: "Descend—Moon Priest!"
hum!
A bright, crescent-shaped phantom appeared above the battlefield of the Moon Goddess's Radiance.
As the soft moonlight fell, an elegant figure riding a white tiger and holding a longbow materialized in the moonlight.
Her silver hair flowed freely, her eyes sparkled like stars, and a sacred and serene aura instantly dispelled Kratos's tyranny.
SSR Battle Soul - Moon Priestess Tyrande!
Immediately afterwards, Oro, who had been watching from the sidelines, also sighed, his face a mixture of helplessness and determination.
"In that case..."
He closed the codex, raised his staff high, and solemnly chanted: "Descend—Soul of the Archmage!"
boom!
Purple arcane energy shot into the sky, converging into a massive magical vortex above the Shadow of Roman's position.
Within the vortex, the figure of an old man clad in magnificent robes and holding a crystal staff slowly emerged.
His beard was pure white, but his eyes seemed to contain the entire starry sky, and endless magic surged around him.
SSR Battle Soul - Archmage Antonidas!
In an instant, the snow-covered plains were completely transformed into a mythical battlefield!
A raging war god, a holy priest, a wise mage.
Three colossal battle spirits, each ten meters tall, engaged in an earth-shattering battle at the feet of the Shadow King!
Kuito wielded his chain blade, each swing unleashing a raging inferno.
The Tyrande gallops on a tiger, its arrows raining down like a waterfall.
Antonidas swung his staff, unleashing blizzards and fire tornadoes that raged across the battlefield.
Core members of other guilds also summoned their own battle spirits.
Although most of them are only SR or even R-level battle spirits, the simultaneous appearance of hundreds or thousands of battle spirits turns the entire battlefield into a bizarre and chaotic battle of summoned creatures.
"Wow, they actually had it in stock?"