Chapter 599: The Roar of Eight Million Warriors

Before them, the frost-bound city of old and the snowy expanses of the Western Extreme had vanished, replaced only by the nightmare hanging high above their heads.

"Hell Bringers of the Black Dragon Clan, is there anyone brave enough to plunge into this sea of blood with me!" In that moment, a horned dragon soared into the sky as Gabriel raised his greatsword high, letting loose a thunderous roar.

"The ultimate path of heaven, the Blood God is immortal!"

"My Crimson God is invincible under the heavens, kill!" Before anyone else could speak, a warrior from Lingzhou stepped forth from the crowd, his eyes crimson. Though this war was unfolding in the Western Extreme, it was by no means their war alone; they were merely its earliest sacrifices.

If the Western Extreme fell, the next would likely be Lingzhou, or perhaps even the entirety of the Immortal Relic Continent.

The current plight of the Western Extreme—the captives bound in shackles, the king locked away in the dark dungeons—could very well be the impending fate of these cultivators from Lingzhou.

"Kill!" Through the fierce, raging gales of the sky, those near-frenzied roars could still be heard. Perhaps many cultivators of Lingzhou had never shared much history with the Western Extreme, but looking down at the scarred and devastated earth, at the cities overturned like ruins, a surge of hot blood rushed to their heads in that instant, filling them with righteous fury.

Perhaps it was simply because they all inhabited the same continent, and within another virtual world, they protected another continent just the same.

At that exact moment, at least a thousand men charged forward, plunging into the enemy formation where the light fell like rain.

"Where are the Grand Masters?!" Jiang Xuan, as a Blade Master player, could no longer restrain himself; he raised his arms and called out.

"The dance of the blade, the array of swords, the souls beneath the steel; ten thousand swords return to the source, the Grand Master of the blade!" The chanting rose wave after wave, as if the entire world had reached a boiling point!

"Where is the Dark Lord?!" Zong Wu gave a tiger-like roar, and across the entire dharma vessel, the crowd responded in unison.

"The blade slays the flesh, the mind slays the soul!"

"The eyes have fallen into eternal sleep, the mind shall be my sight!"

At this time, it was not just the Ghost Slayers; the Sword Masters, Asuras, Windstreamers, and players of every other class rose up in response. Countless silhouettes formed a terrifying tide, surging forth from the dharma vessel.

"Space and time cleave heaven and earth, all beneath the blade are but ants!"

"The gunfire is magnificent, three thousand rounds of raining bullets!"

"Gale, heed my command!"

"..."

"Where are my eight million warriors!" None knew precisely when the legend of the Dungeon's eight million warriors had begun to circulate within the shop.

Though in truth there were only tens of thousands, when Zong Wu flew into the high skies and let out his furious roar, there came in return... a response like the shifting of mountains and the crashing of seas.

The heavens and earth shook, as if all creation shrank back in terror before this power.

The knights of the Thorny Flower Family from the Judgment Temple had initially swept in like a blanket of dark clouds over the land, but now, the vast legion of warriors from Lingzhou rose up like roaring waves from the deep ocean!

Though the Western Extreme led the charge, the demon race from the Snow Country soon overtook them from behind. Crown Prince Jiang Xuan held a black-patterned treasured sword, piercing straight through a knight of the Judgment Temple like a swift arrow!

The spell projections of the Judgment Temple were naturally crafted with great sophistication; at this moment, the view pulled back exceptionally far, showing only a dense, swarming crowd flying through the air like ants.

Yet even then, it was glaringly obvious that two columns of Lingzhou forces were the first to pierce into the enemy ranks.

"Are these people truly not afraid of death?!" Even through the spell projection, Luther felt an inexplicable tremor of fear.

"Death?" Surrounded by countless enemy troops, Gabriel, who charged at the very front, seemed to have forgotten mortality entirely, his armor covered in gruesome, horrific wounds.

High within the grand hall, a figure tightly bound in chains was placed upon a carriage and slowly pushed forward; that dying man was none other than their former king.

"Kill!" At this moment, even Luo Piaoling, who was usually of a mild temperament, could no longer sit idle.

Zong Wu swung his blade, sending forth one terrifying wave of sword qi after another like giant blades clearing the sky, sending a large swath of knights flying through the air.

Roar after roar echoed in their ears.

"Mountain Smash!"

"Draw Sword Slash!"

"Raging Dragon Severing Space!"

"..."

Amidst the chaotic army, the sword light flashed like bolts of silk and the blade strikes fell like collapsing mountains; countless ferocious techniques erupted within the crowd, as if a barrel of volatile explosives had been ignited!

Gabriel leapt high from his horned dragon; his armor was now in tatters, and a transparent hollow had been pierced clean through his abdomen.

Yet by now, he had already charged toward the grand hall entirely on his own.

"This man... is he truly not afraid of death?!" At this point, it was not just Luther; even many within the hall of St. Hynes kept their eyes locked onto that single figure upon the battlefield.

Gabriel was clutching several small, gray crystals of an unknown material, now completely dyed red with blood. With a single leap, he landed squarely upon the back of a black sub-dragon ridden by a knight in magnificent golden armor.

"Drayce?!" Although the perspective was extremely distant, one could still see that blood-drenched figure standing out vividly among the legion composed entirely of Thorny Flower Family knights.

"What are we witnessing?! That madman actually charged right in front of Drayce! That is one of the strongest elites of the Thorny Flower Family!"

Indeed, aside from the six knights and three individuals in black robes who remained motionless high above, this man in golden armor was perhaps the most prominent figure present.

"Seeking death!" Drayce’s face darkened. Someone actually dared to rush before him in such a grievously wounded state?

"I shall take your head!" The greatsword in Drayce's hands slashed out with a fury!

Boom!

Gabriel merely parried slightly with his sword, but the massive collision of his forward momentum against the enemy's strike allowed the greatsword to nearly sever half his shoulder!

The greatsword became wedged deep within the bone.

At that moment, Drayce could see nothing but a pair of blood-red eyes.

Frenzied eyes, like those of a demon.

Immediately after, he watched the other man take a violent step forward.

Outrage Eruption!

A wild and bloody aura erupted like a massive cannon.

Drayce felt an incomparably savage force slam into his body like a mountain-shattering hammer!

In an instant, he was submerged within that terrifying, bloody wrath!

"How is this possible!" Many who witnessed this scene, along with the figure completely drenched in blood, looked at one another in sheer horror.

Like a swarm of locusts in the rain, people seemed to fall from the sky at every moment.

Yet it appeared that the majority were knights of the Thorny Flower Family.

In hand-to-hand combat, the fighting prowess of these cultivators—whom they had deemed "natives"—seemed to have entirely surpassed their imagination!

Watching this unfold, Luther was utterly at a loss for words.

As for St. Hynes, his expression remained cold and indifferent.

Because...

At that moment, Luther seemed to receive an order to switch to another spell projection.

Concurrently, the man in the magnificent black robe, known as the "Thorn of the Earth," waved his hand: "Deploy the Dark Judgment Order."

A wisp of black smoke flickered beside him, suddenly condensing into a man hidden within black armor.

The "Thorn of the Earth" gazed coldly at the battlefield, noting that near Zong Wu, no knights dared to advance any longer.

He pointed at Zong Wu and made a throat-slitting motion.

The black-armored man beside him vanished without a trace in an instant.