Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start Novel - Chapter 861
861 Chapter 508: That Player Is Here to Hunt for a God?! [3/3]
The evil half-murlocs would scum even if they resisted with the close battle skills of the barbarian troop.
Most people wouldn’t resist when they heard the name of the Heavy Shield Guild and chose to pay to save their lives.
A Heavy Shield Guild unruly troop leader accidentally severed the player into pieces when he refused to obey him only two hours ago.
This time, who knew another tough soldier would come?
The meatball-like chubby player’s smiling face was like a Maitreya Buddha.
In his heart, he treated this matter as a game.
He walked past the collapsed buildings while he hummed and quickly headed toward the area.
The meatball-like chubby player frowned. He could faintly hear the roars and sounds of battle.
His heart thumped, and an ugly feeling rose.
“Damn it, had an idiot player angered the surrounding evil half-murloc guards? Quick, speed up. Our efforts would be in vain if that idiot player had angered them…”
He immediately led the troop and sped up. The closer they got, the louder the commotion they heard. The more anxious they became.
He wished to have pulled that idiot out and given him a hundred slaps.
“F*ck his grandpa. Can’t he just stay here and be calm? Why did he have to provoke those evil half-murlocs?
“Didn’t he know that this is a level 15 soldier?”
He moved quickly in his fury. He bypassed a collapsed church a few minutes after. He suddenly widened his eyes.
The heavily evil-half-murloc-surrounded area came into view.
However, the meatball-like chubby player froze wide-eyed and open-mouthed when he saw the scene.
Only one thought striped his mind. ‘How the f*ck was this possible?!’
He saw a group of people outside the city that surrounded the level 15 evil half-murlocs. These troop guards were almost invincible in his eyes!
The surrounding people currently massacred them! Yes, he used the correct term. It was a massacre.
A one-sided massacre!
Figures appeared above the vast platform at the entrance.
Over a thousand stone statues of the dead flapped their wings and hovered in the air.
They carried tomahawks that appeared furnace-purified weapons, and dark chains wrapped their arms.
Those stone statues of the dead reflected the luster of the rocks.
‘Hualala!’
They incessantly tossed their battle tomahawks.
The dark chains released ear-piercing screeches as they drove them.
They chopped the evil half-murlocs into halves with their weapons at every within-the-range throw. These guards could even float!
They would even explode when those battle tomahawks flew into a crowded area. That was even more soul-tormenting.
That’s right, an explosion!
The metallic storm enveloped the densely-packed evil half-murlocs at each of the Explosive Battle Tomahawks. Each explosion of the attribute would cause a multitude of casualties.
Blood exploded in the sky, and limbs flew everywhere.
The scene was like a fireworks show. Multi-colored flowers of death bloomed for each of the Explosive Battle Tomahawks.
A vast area would appear before them when the blood splattered on the ground.
The god stationed more than five large teams of evil half-murloc soldiers here. The Heavy Shield Guild troops would have to pay a massive price to take down this force.
However, this troop could form a black tide that fell like chopped grasses.
That was even more fragile than dry grass before the heart-wrenching sight and soul-devouring power of the stone statues of the dead.
The Grim Reaper harvested souls.
“How…How is that possible?
“That, who is that f*cking player?
“The evil half-murlocs is a top-tier level 15 soldier…”
The few players around suffered an even more terrifying impact at this moment. Their voices trembled as they continuously cried out in fear.
Disbelief and shock filled the eyes that reflected the bloody battlefield.
They envisioned a relaxed and enjoyable game like the previous dozen times. But this had become a horrible paradise now.
The considerable contrast was unacceptable to them.
A figure roared at this moment.
‘Roar!’
A soul-extinguishing roar resounded through the sky.
A bloody tongue of flame shot out into the sky afterward. It stretched for dozens of meters.
Flames engulfed the evil half-murlocs that charged forward and wanted to fight in close battle range.
Concentrated sulfuric acid seemed to have soaked the bodies of these top-tier troops and melted instantly. They only had time to release a shrill scream before they turned into blood.
The stone statues of the dead cleared a fan-shaped area of the evil half-murloc troops when the flames disappeared.
They peeped at the gap, and a terrifying lifeform appeared before them. Undead Dragon.
Its body burned with crimson flames. It appeared like the flames of hell from afar.
Its vast body with a wingspan of more than 40 meters gave off a suffocating pressure as it flew in the sky.
Their legs weakened at the sight of the unavoidable surge of the Dragon Might.
Hundreds of small-scale undead dragons surrounded them. That was even more terrifying.
The giant dragon! It had discovered them! That was shocking!
The giant dragon flapped his broken dragon wings and flew straight over.
It had crossed hundreds of meters and arrived above their heads before they could react.
The terrifying white skull looked down at them from the sky.
The terrifying Dragon Might approached, and the fear it brought increased by more than ten times.
The ferocious barbarian troop was in a huge commotion.
Some of them even wanted to turn around and escape in fear.
The players were terrified when they saw this scene.
The newly arrived troop also hunted the evil half-murlocs, and this undead dragon alone had already caused their troops to collapse in fear.
“Who the hell was this?”
The meatball-like chubby player looked up and saw a blurry figure amidst the crimson energy of the undead dragon.
That mysterious existence was the master of this troop.
He opened the attribute panel and could only see the player’s signature panel. The other attributes were all question marks.
The meatball-like chubby player felt the barbarian warriors’ morale almost dropped. He bit his tongue and forcefully suppressed the fear in his heart.
He raised his head and shouted.
“Brother, we are the Heavy Shield Guild of the Northern Barbarian Empire. Our Guild Master is known as the strongest barbarian player, Panen. He is a level 17 ancient barbarian!!
“You must have heard of Guild Master Panen’s name!”
“Brother, don’t get us wrong. We’ve all accepted the unexpected task of helping the gods escape. We can unite.”
“This mission is arduous. We need to gather our strength together…”
The meatball-like chubby player heard a casual voice before he could finish.
“Who told you I’m here to help this god escape?”
“Was it to protect the god of trouble?”
The voice startled the meatball-like chubby player for a moment. Then the player looked at the stone statues of the dead troops as they slaughtered the remaining evil half-murlocs.
A chill ran down his spine and into his mind.
‘Are they here to hunt gods?’
