Ashen Dragon

However, in the distance, the Steel Torrent immediately spotted this opposing camp player, a standard villainous smile appearing on the face covered by the exoskeleton scale armor.

"Heh heh heh... What a surprise, there's actually a player who joined the Thrace camp."

"Buzz—"

The Chainsaw Sword in the Dragon Scale Cultivator's hand whirred at high speed, making a sound that sent shivers down one's spine. His knees bent slightly, ready to launch, having already prepared to jump.

The Royal Knight Commander looked at the monstrous Dragon Scale Cultivator in the distance, backing away repeatedly with a distressed expression, shouting, "Master, I'm just an inexperienced player, please don't kill me."

"Inexperienced player?"

Yet the Steel Torrent was indifferent. He raised the Chainsaw Sword high, leaping over ten meters into the air, lunging towards the Royal Knight Commander on the other side of the city wall.

"Let me give you a proper lesson! Take this!"

"Wait—don't come over here!" The Royal Knight Commander panicked and hurriedly raised the double-barreled shotgun in his hands, shooting at the chest of the Dragon Scale Cultivator.

But the Dragon Scale Cultivator's exoskeleton scale armor was incredibly tough, and the outdated buckshot couldn't break through, leaving only a slight white mark.

"Stop him!"

"Kill that Imperial!"

The Thrace guards, armed with knives and swords, swarmed forward, trying to use their numbers to surround and kill the Steel Torrent.

But the Steel Torrent charged directly into the crowd, his body spinning rapidly, the Chainsaw Sword swinging horizontally. Over a dozen helmeted heads flew off, blood spurting like columns from the necks of the headless bodies.

The Royal Knight Commander witnessed the tragic state of his comrades and fled without looking back, wailing in his heart, "Is this really a player? Even a boss isn't this scary!"

"Trying to escape?"

The Steel Torrent looked at the player turning his back, sneered, and raised the Blast Arrow Rifle in his hand.

"Bang!"

The Royal Knight Commander felt darkness before his eyes, signaling impending doom.

Metal shards embedded in his back, tearing flesh apart. Under the immense impact, his mangled body was flung away, crashing into the city wall with a splatter of blood.

[You killed a Thrace Lower Officer, gaining 1 Gold Coin, 250 Faction Contribution, and 500 Experience.]

Feigning action, the Steel Torrent blew the gun smoke from the muzzle with ease and said, "Effortlessly done. This is way more thrilling than dealing with paperwork in the office! Truly, there's gold in villainy, while hard work makes you a black slave."

"Monster, you... you better not get cocky!"

"Kill him!"

"Everyone, he's just a beast encircled by us!"

The Steel Torrent let out a cold snort, spinning like a top, firing repeatedly, creating a storm of metal around him.

In just a moment, blood soaked the bricks and the ground was covered in viscera and shattered limbs. No Thrace person could stand alive beside the Steel Torrent.

Elsewhere on the frontlines of August City, the Elemental Tower relentlessly unleashed lightning, fire, and ice, leaving not a single player alive within a hundred meters.

"Boom!"

The rumbling continued as another lightning bolt as thick as a bowl struck down from the Elemental Tower, turning several players attempting to scale the city into charred fragments.

"Ignorant mortals, how could you comprehend the mysteries of spells! The abundant spell resources left by Holy Fadlan are peaks you will never reach in this lifetime!"

A mage from the Thrace Arcane Legion floated high in the air, his expression cold as ice, his magic wand waved in the air, and the crimson gold mage robe flapped behind him, with vast magical waves spreading all around.

Thunder and flames circled him, continuously descending from the sky, mercilessly annihilating the surrounding players.

Just then, an earth-shattering roar came from below the city wall, shattering the clouds above and almost causing the mage to drop from mid-air.

"Bold fiend!"

A formidable martial monk, five meters tall and rippling with muscles, appeared menacingly below the city wall.

This monstrous martial monk astonishingly wielded six thick arms, each arm ending in a fist the size of a cooking pot. His smooth head reflected dazzling light—it was the renowned martial monk player known as Mighty Heavenly Dragon.

Damn, what is this thing?

A human martial monk?

No, this behemoth over five meters tall with six arms doesn't look like any normal human.

The Thrace mage squinted in the strong light, furrowing his brows, filled with doubt, yet still swung his magic wand towards the peculiar martial monk.

"Boom!"

A thick lightning bolt descended from above, striking a charred pit into the ground, but the martial monk had vanished.

Suddenly, a six-armed enormous shadow appeared above the city wall. The Thrace mage looked up in terror, seeing the six-armed martial monk plummeting from high with fists swinging in anger.

"Bodhi Bama Hong! Soaring Dragon! Fiend, meet your end!"

The Thrace mage quickly raised his magic wand, a pale blue protective array forming in front of him.

But the six-armed martial monk swung his arms, fists turning into countless afterimages, Qi Force raining down like a shower, instantly shattering the protective array.

The Thrace mage drew energy from the Elemental Tower, countless lightning bolts danced like silver snakes, forming a lightning cage to trap the martial monk inside.

"Petty tricks, dare to flaunt them here?"

The Mighty Heavenly Dragon showed no fear, protecting himself with power, charging through the lightning constraints, aiming his pot-sized fist straight at the Thrace mage's head.

"Boom!"

The Thrace mage couldn't dodge in time, his head exploded like a flower, fragments of skull flying everywhere, splattering red and white across the ground.