The Boss Behind The Game

Although Yuanxu had great strength, he was still injured from the previous battle with the 23 martyrs. He could only passively defend himself as he continued to be oppressed by the Evil King at close range. Thus, he was unable to support the Yuanxu Army below.

Concurrently, the players were united and pressing forward with an indomitable will.

Tonight, we fight side by side as brothers.

Tonight, we stare death straight in the eye.

Tonight, we cower not from the bloodbath of battles.

Tonight's battle, we fight! Not for victory but to vent out the wrath in our hearts.

Surrounded by enemies, the beating of the battle drums and the roaring cries of the enemies rattled the players' eardrums.

They turned around and drew their weapons out again. Then, they all roared uniformly and stepped forward at the same time.

Boom!

The ground was quaking.

"Kill!"

Accompanied by the outcry, the players fearlessly charged forward.

The enemies' blood was the best offering for the fallen warriors.

In that instant, they had already forgotten that they were merely just random gamers and were thoroughly immersed in this battle.

The smell of blood lingered at the tip of their noses. The so-called cruelty of the battlefield belonged to the enemy, whereas the players only had a burning fighting spirit.

In the face of his subordinates who were perishing in droves, Yuanxu attempted to go down to support them several times. However, the Evil King constantly stopped his endeavors. Hence, he could only resist continuously and could not support them at all.

Tilting his head and glancing at the players below who were eager to fight, the Evil King suddenly smirked, "Dying in a battle is glorious? What a scary race!"

"Evil King, you will regret becoming my enemy!" Yuanxu roared.

The Evil King did not utter a word. His figure flitted closer, and he suddenly slammed his palm downward with a loud bang. Countless dragons emerged around his arms, roaring in defiance, before lashing out at Yuanxu and biting him.

Facing the relentless Evil King, Yuanxu was on the verge of an outburst.

In fact, he did not want to continue fighting the Evil King because he knew the Evil King was immortal. Even if he won, it would be useless. The most pressing matter was to help the army to minimize their losses.

He couldn't afford to lose this army, as they were the key to ensuring that he had a say in outside matters once he took control over the Land of Cangxu.

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"They're lunatics! Lunatics!" a Ghost King could not help but scream after being beaten back again.

He had never faced this kind of opponent before and terror was seeping into his bones.

It was an obvious advantage. However, to that Ghost King, he had the misconception that the players were the attackers, whereas they were passively defending.

At this time, more than half of the legion of players had sustained casualties. However, they never stopped their pace and proceeded with determination. Their wielding blades were still sharp, reaping the lives of their enemies.

The players were not afraid of death, but their enemies were.

Those fallen figures were their well-trained soldiers and their most important force in the army. Their hearts couldn't help but tremble when they witnessed their clansman perishing one after another.

If they could, they really wanted to retreat.

They did not wish to play along with the lunatics anymore.

However, under the frenzied pursuit of the players, they even lost the right to abandon this war.

During the endless massacre, the figure of the players fell incessantly, one by one. However, they would be immediately replaced by another player that carried on the fighting spirits of their comrades, as they continued charging forward.

They had successfully turned the battlefield into a grotesque terrain, covered in the bodies of their enemies and marred by the oozing blood of demons.

As time passed, the number on the players' side steadily diminished, but they were relentless and became more fierce instead.

They were like a huge pack of hungry wolves! The soldiers of the Yuanxu Army would unconsciously cower in fear from their ravenous glare, afraid of making any eye contact.

At the end of the war, there were only about a million players left.

This war was coming to an end, but neither Yuanxu nor the Ghost Kings below felt that they had won.

In terms of mentality and grandeur, they were the true losers.

Suddenly, it started to rain. As the blood-red cloudburst fell heavily down, the atmosphere of the battlefield became more solemn.

"Hahaha! They are actually afraid, they are actually afraid!"

Seeing that the Yuanxu Army, that had besieged the millions of players, terrified of advancing, the Evil King above could not help but to let out a deafening laugh.

He was completely at ease. After all, the players had proved their worth to him through this war and won his respect.

Although the force called the Player Clan would soon be wiped out, the Evil King committed them to his memory.

They had ignited a fire within him.

The fiery sensation was wonderful, he had never had this strange feeling in his life.

It was so ardent, so exciting, so satisfying!

"Charge!"

Seeing that the Yuanxu Army was too terrified to make a move, all the players roared thunderously in unison. They pointed their weapons to the front, brandishing their weapons at the enemies.

Then, the entire battalion began to attack again!

It almost seemed as if the ones who were being besieged were not them, but the soldiers of the Yuanxu Army. Even though they were defeated, the players' momentum had completely overwhelmed these battle-hardened veterans.

As the saying went, soldiers should only think about sacrificing themselves on the battlefield, there was no need to ponder about delivering their bodies back to their hometown.

As the gloomy clouds in the murky sky drifted dangerously close to the earth, the bloody rain blanketed the entire landscape in a scarlet hue.

When the last player perished, the tensed Yuanxu Army could finally relax. All of them instantly collapsed and sat on the ground weakly, panting heavily from the traumatic ordeal.

Although their enemies had perished, their fear remained.

It was a victory, but no one cheered. Nobody sang. They merely felt glad to have survived the battle.

When they scanned around, the ground was filled with mountains of corpses and the flowing blood had formed countless scarlet pools. The harrowing sight was too horrifying and made everyone quiver in fear.

They were scared and they were terrified. They had no courage to stand back up, as the energy in their bodies seemed to have been drained completely.

Meanwhile, all the Ghost Kings were completely paralyzed, as they stood unmovingly. Deep in their hearts, they were horror-struck like the other soldiers, too. However, they mustered all efforts to suppress the fear, unwilling to reveal it.

After the battle had ended, they suddenly felt relieved.

They died. Thank god, all of them finally died!

The legion of players had left a deep imprint in their hearts and it kept haunting them like a shadow.

"Hahaha, Yuanxu, you've lost. Look at them!"

Above in the sky, the Evil King pointed at the Yuanxu Army below and laughed boisterously, the sarcasm in his eyes was clearly noticeable.

Yuanxu's expression turned pale, but that was the truth. The soldiers below had long lost their morale. Even though they won, it was no different than losing.

"This is my army!"

As he floated in the sky and glared at the Yuanxu Army below, the Evil King let out a resounding roar that shook the earth, causing the soldiers of the Yuanxu Army to shiver.

"Do you think that the battle is over? This is just the beginning, so be prepared. Next, you'll have to face my army and I will avenge them. All of you have to die. Remember, all of you must die!"

"Hahaha, this is thrilling. I've never felt so thrilled in my life before!"

Everyone in the Yuanxu Army below looked up at the Evil King who was laughing hysterically in the air, their eyes filled with terror.

Isn't it over yet? Are there more warriors like this?

Instantly, they were overwhelmed with fear. The fearless army with ten million people seemed to appear in front of them again and…

They were pointing their swords at them!