Chapter 231: Killing Without Mercy

The half-awakened fox soon felt the fierce offensive from both the Triumph Empire and the Holy Flame, watching wave after wave of their players charging furiously at the defenses of the Holy Roman Empire, pushing back one line only to face another relentless wave, seemingly endless. This left him feeling deeply powerless.

“Damn it, what the hell did Poshen and Yepoison give them? Why are they all fighting so hard?” the half-awakened fox cursed.

One defensive line was breached, then another.

The half-awakened fox quickly deployed reserve forces to plug the gaps. On average, hundreds of players fell every minute. If Bullman Tribe didn’t arrive soon, they would be finished.

The Triumph Empire and the Holy Flame advanced aggressively, while the players of the Holy Roman Empire fought back furiously. Regardless of the heavy losses, they stubbornly resisted the fierce attacks from the Triumph Empire and the Holy Flame, showing no sign of retreat.

“Damn, the Triumph Empire and the Holy Flame aren’t that impressive. Even working together, they still can’t take us down.”

“Chief, I killed twenty-three enemies! I’m definitely getting into the Knight Corps this time!”

“Brothers, keep pushing! Drive the Triumph Empire and the Holy Flame back! Let’s see if those bastards dare underestimate us Holy Romans again!”

The ordinary players beneath the Holy Roman Empire, the Holy Flame, the Triumph Empire, and even Bullman Tribe weren’t sworn enemies. Some even had a bit of a personal friendship. They were loyal to their respective guilds and wouldn’t turn guild hatred into personal vendettas. However, one thing was certain: they shared the rise and fall of their guilds. When the guilds were strong, they felt proud.

Outside the Mornforest, the battlefield had become a chaotic war zone, with the scale of the war expanding rapidly.

Just as the half-awakened fox was barely holding on and nearing his limit, Bullman Tribe charged in from the eastern side of the battlefield. They had flanked behind the Triumph Empire and the Holy Flame and surged forward like a tidal wave.

“Brothers, charge! Wipe out the Holy Flame and the Triumph Empire!”

The thirty thousand players of Bullman Tribe surged forward like a mountain collapsing, rushing toward the Holy Flame and the Triumph Empire, their battle cries echoing across the sky.

The players on the eastern front of the Holy Flame and the Triumph Empire felt the ground shaking beneath them. Soon after, countless Bullman Tribe players appeared in the distance like a swarm of ants, forming an unstoppable torrent rushing toward them.

They all wore expressions of terror. If Bullman Tribe charged in, they would be the first to bear the brunt.

“Tangyao, tell our thief brothers to be careful to collect the dropped equipment!” Nie Yan specially reminded Tangyao.

“Don’t worry, I’ve already told them. Not a single piece of equipment on the ground will be left behind!”

With Bullman Tribe’s momentum, charging forward was absolutely no problem. As they pushed the front line forward, they would reap countless pieces of equipment, especially since many players from the Triumph Empire and the Holy Flame were now red-named.

Generally in such battles, if red-named players lost their equipment, their guilds would definitely compensate them after the battle and even provide additional rewards to make up for their losses.

Nie Yan thought to himself that even if they couldn’t deal a serious blow to the Triumph Empire and the Holy Flame, they would at least make them bleed heavily!

With a thunderous boom, Bullman Tribe’s warriors collided with the ranks of the Triumph Empire and the Holy Flame. Leading the charge were Cui Can Dao Guang and Yi Yan, shield warriors clad in heavy armor, who swung their massive swords and charged into the enemy ranks, unleashing fierce carnage.

A powerful divine force descended from the sky like a gentle spring rain, covering the first five or six hundred warriors. Their attributes surged dramatically, making them even fiercer than tigers.

“Damn, this is awesome! What kind of skill is this!”

“Strength increased by 60%! We’re unstoppable!”

The warriors who previously dealt only one or two hundred points of damage per strike now surged to two or three hundred points, cutting through enemies like slicing melons and vegetables. Those already attacking fiercely were even more devastating.

This large-scale effect was definitely a high-level magic spell! Xia Yan’s gaze swept over the Bullman Tribe players and locked onto a Holy Priest clad in a white priest robe in the crowd. His heart stirred—it was him!

That person was none other than Hei Se Tian Tang. It seemed he had fulfilled his promise with Nie Yan and had officially become a member of Bullman Tribe, participating in guild activities. The spell Hei Se Tian Tang had just cast was the priest’s Temple Magic, Blessing of Strength.

Bullman Tribe was like a ferocious beast, tearing into the lines of the Holy Flame and the Triumph Empire. The players from the Holy Flame and the Triumph Empire were retreating step by step, but their retreat couldn’t match the speed of Bullman Tribe’s charge.

“Bullman Tribe is unstoppable!”

The Bullman Tribe players roared with battle cries, their momentum surging like a rainbow. The players from the Holy Flame and the Triumph Empire were terrified, already losing the psychological edge. Any occasional pockets of fierce resistance were quickly crushed by Bullman Tribe.

“Kill!” Tangyao’s hands spewed flames, each spell blasting a player from the Triumph Empire or the Holy Flame into the air. With his high level and devastating magical damage, few could withstand even two or three of his attacks.

Nie Yan charged alone into the backlines of the Holy Flame and the Triumph Empire, targeting their priest ranks. He slashed continuously, swiftly eliminating one priest after another.

Nie Yan was like a grim reaper, harvesting lives with terrifying efficiency.

Priests were the lifeline of a guild, usually protected by hundreds of warriors and mages. How had he managed to break through?

In an instant, all the mages around targeted Nie Yan.

A barrage of spells struck Nie Yan, exploding with loud bangs. A string of damage numbers floated above his head.

However, Nie Yan’s level was too high—level 35. Many of these players were only around level 25 or even lower, a full ten levels behind. Without equipment that could ignore level advantages, their damage was minimal. Combined with Nie Yan’s Tianxing set, which provided high defense, their attacks barely dealt double-digit damage.

Yet under such concentrated fire, Nie Yan’s health quickly dropped to half. He drank a mid-tier instant healing potion, restoring his health to full.

From a high vantage point, Potian noticed the anomaly—some rogue had charged into the priest ranks, killing twenty to thirty priests. Upon closer inspection, he recognized his old nemesis, Nie Yan. Enraged, he shouted, “Shou Gou, take a squad of rogues and kill Nie Yan! Damn it, Kuang Zei Nie Yan, I want to see just how arrogant you can be!”

Dozens of rogues charged toward Nie Yan’s location.

Nie Yan took down another five or six priests. His actions had thrown the priests into chaos, preventing them from healing effectively. Without support, the warriors of the Triumph Empire and the Holy Flame collapsed instantly. Bullman Tribe’s warriors, bathed in holy light, advanced triumphantly.

A group of Bullman Tribe rogues approached, including Yi Chui Ding Qing and Sun, who began attacking the mages. These elite Bullman Tribe rogues quickly decimated a large portion of the Triumph Empire and Holy Flame mages, significantly reducing the firepower directed at Nie Yan.

Nie Yan spotted a familiar figure stealthily approaching him, a smirk curling his lips.

As Shou Gou moved stealthily, he caught sight of Nie Yan’s smirk and felt his heart pound, his scalp tingling. He had encountered Nie Yan more than once, and almost every time ended in a crushing defeat, leaving him with deep psychological scars. Despite being surrounded by elite teammates from the Triumph Empire, he felt no sense of security. His movements stiffened slightly, as if his strength was being drained away.

Nie Yan turned his gaze toward the direction Shou Gou was approaching, pinpointing his location. His eyes flashed with a divine light—True Sight!

Nie Yan’s eyes reflected a faint silhouette. He immediately activated stealth, vanishing from the sight of the surrounding players, and moved toward Shou Gou.

Seeing Nie Yan’s eyes bulging with fury, like a demon incarnate, Shou Gou panicked. Before he could react, Nie Yan suddenly vanished, leaving him with a chilling sense of impending doom. He gripped his dagger tightly, preparing to counterattack. But before he could complete his motion, a chill ran down his spine. By the time he tried to act, it was already too late!

So fast! Unbelievable speed!

A sense of despair and helplessness surged within Shou Gou. Nie Yan was simply unbeatable! This feeling of hopelessness would become the greatest obstacle to his future advancement. Even if he advanced later, he would never be Nie Yan’s equal, for Nie Yan had completely shattered his confidence.

Nie Yan used Death Waltz, circling around Shou Gou before landing a stun strike to the back of his head.

Shou Gou was stunned.

“Damn, stop him!” The surrounding rogues noticed Nie Yan had stunned Shou Gou and rushed forward.

Before they could reach him, Nie Yan executed a backstab, then drove his dagger toward Shou Gou’s throat. The blade flashed, and with a swift slash, blood sprayed.

Shou Gou collapsed.

Nie Yan activated Shadow Waltz, vanishing from the sight of the rogue players.

When the Triumph Empire rogues finally reached the spot, there was nothing left—Nie Yan had completely disappeared. They looked at each other, a chill running through their hearts. Now they finally understood why Nie Yan was called Kuang Zei online. Nie Yan truly lived up to the title. They were simply outclassed in every way!

Two to three hundred priests gathered together were slaughtered by Nie Yan, Yi Chui Ding Qing, Sun, and others, leaving behind only a pile of corpses. The warriors of Bullman Tribe quickly advanced, wiping out the nearby players from the Triumph Empire and the Holy Flame.

Tangyao looked at the growing list of Bullman Tribe’s kills with a delighted expression. As Bullman Tribe’s front line pushed forward, over a thousand active rogues in the rear collected at least 8,000 pieces of equipment. After returning the looted gear to their own members, they still had a net gain of 5,000 to 6,000 pieces.