Ashen Dragon

Many people shared the news of the new transmission point on the forum, instantly attracting a large number of players. The number of players by the boundary stone continued to grow at a terrifying speed, reaching six figures in just a few minutes.

They wore all sorts of bizarre outfits, some even streaking naked, crowding by the boundary stone. The throng was overwhelming, leading to a stomping incident.

At this moment, players realized this was a place not bound by the Empire's laws, allowing them to attack each other without concern for rules.

As a result, the situation became even more chaotic, with the noisy screams, arguments, and curses of players echoing everywhere, making the place extremely loud.

"Stop squeezing!"

"Which damn Mage cast Thorn Technique on themselves? I just touched them and lost a huge chunk of health!"

"I can't see anything! Who used Smoke Technique again? Damn it, may your spells forever fail!"

"Boom!"

A loud bang was heard, and a blinding flash of fire erupted from the crowd. Scalding red shrapnel flew everywhere, and choking smoke soared into the sky, blasting more than ten players away.

The players at the center of the explosion were killed on the spot, covered in shrapnel, and even the surviving players didn't fare much better, their skin charred and bodies covered in wounds, looking extremely miserable.

"It was a grenade! Some idiot threw a grenade into the crowd! Quick, find that guy!"

"Get him, look for that one in the red robe, definitely a lunatic from the Original Restoration Order!"

"Let's go!"

The players surged forward, surrounding the player in the Original Restoration Order priest's robe, capturing him on the spot.

"What should we do with him?"

"Kill him, there are no laws to stop us now anyway!"

"Damn, the gear I just bought got blown to pieces by him!"

Even though the player was pinned to the ground, he showed no fear, even bursting into loud laughter: "Hahaha! I've wanted to do this for a long time; indeed, art is explosion!"

"Also, remember my nickname, I'm called—The Jade-Faced Grenade King!"

With that, the player shouted loudly, suddenly flinging open his robe, revealing dozens of grenades hanging densely inside!

As the robe was pulled open, the pins of those grenades were all yanked off in an instant, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

"Madman!"

"He's suicidal!"

As the player laughed wildly, everyone was horrified and screamed, hastily scattering in all directions—but by then it was too late; those dozens of powerful fragmentation grenades were about to explode.

"Boom!"

With an earth-shattering roar, the fierce explosion engulfed the hundred nearby people, smoke and dust shooting to the sky, and the strong shockwave from the blast rapidly spreading, blasting players hundreds of meters away.

Pungent smoke enveloped the wasteland, leaving a scorched crater on the ground, fragments scattered everywhere, charred remains, and burnt torn clothing...

"Why is there a fight breaking out?"

"I heard some Original Restoration Order guy self-destructed..."

"Holy crap, it looks kind of exciting, such a great opportunity—should we join in too?"

"Perfect timing, some bastard stole my monster a few days ago, and I see him nearby. Let's go, get revenge!"

That's just how players are—once one player stirs up trouble, with no one to restrain them, everyone rushes to follow suit, not for any reason other than sheer thrill.

Thus, individual actions gradually evolved into a group riot, with the scale getting larger and larger.

And when everyone realized they could attack each other here, the land descended into complete chaos, with players starting a massive brawl.

Spells glittered and artillery fire roared continuously, bullets, shells, and beams crisscrossing in mid-air, and many players fought in close quarters, blows landing hard, each attack aiming for the vital spots without mercy, all with the intent to take each other's lives.

Players from various guilds began organized assaults on each other, and even those Scattered Individuals with old grudges started fighting, enjoying their revenge to the fullest.

"Think you can escape after messing with our Shaolin Temple?"

"Bang!"

A benign-looking Martial Monk player suddenly threw a punch, brutally blasting the head of a swiftly fleeing Thief player, splattering blood all over.

Someone noticed the Hell Legion stationed not far away and pointed at those Devil Soldiers, asking, "Look over there, what is that? It seems to be Hell's army?"

"Red skin with horns on their heads, they must be Devils!"

"Are they our enemies? Is the mission this time to conquer the Bronze Fortress and take down Aphernas?"

"Great, we have another battle to fight!"

The battle enthusiasts were already excited and eager, ready to join a passionate and thrilling war.

"This is so exciting, I want to tame a little devil as a pet, make it my battle companion!"

"Me too, I want to keep a Desire Demon as a pet, fighting side by side, hehe..."

"Are your pets even decent?"

"..."

"With so many Devils, how much experience can we gain if we kill them all?"

The Devils watched nervously, sweating profusely as they observed the players' self-slaughtering and near-crazed actions.

"Are they really our reinforcements? An undying legion?"

"Truly... a bunch of lunatics."

"Yeah, they even want to attack us. Are these Humans actually reliable?"

"I definitely don't want to fight alongside them; who knows when these lunatics might suddenly self-destruct."

The Devils began to whisper among themselves, cautiously eyeing the players, ready for any sudden aggression.