A sky-darkening barrage of arrows arced through the air, stretching the limits of their range, ensuring a near-perfect carpet of destruction upon impact.
Thwip-thwip-thwip—
The forty-plus low-level monsters Orson had pulled were instantly turned into pincushions under Raven’s precise command.
Thick, sickly green liquid splattered across the frozen battlefield, adding a disgusting sheen to the ice.
“Squad 246, pivot—volley!” Raven’s voice was cold and decisive.
The marked archers smoothly rotated, drawing their bows once more.
“Squad 379, left rear—free fire for cleanup!”
“Aim for the joints on the Bipedal Corpse Bugs—cripple them!”
Another horde of monsters trying to flank Celestial Island was swiftly cut down. Severed limbs littered the ice, and the now-immobile creatures were finished off with ease.
The battlefield was an art—precision, efficiency, discipline.
The melee players? They just stood there, mouths slightly agape.
Iron Cavalry: “Wait… so what exactly are we doing here?”
Ride Donkey: “Yeah, are we just supposed to stand here and watch?”
The archers were pulling off a goddamn exhibition match, while everyone else might as well have been chilling with a beer and some peanuts.
Orson (smirking): “Meet Raven, our guild’s top archer.”
Grinder’s talent was on full display. His knowledge of archery mechanics and monster-hunting efficiency far surpassed that of ordinary players.
Iron Cavalry: “Oh, he’s the ‘top’? What, so I’m not?”
Annoyed, he prepared to charge in—
But before he could move—
Bradley and Ruby waved at him before launching themselves into the fray using jetpacks, slamming into the monster horde, blades flashing.
Wild Gale: “Goddammit, Bradley has no tactical sense… Alright, screw it. Everyone, CHARGE!”
Like a gang of bandits descending on an unsuspecting caravan, the melee players let out battle cries and dove into the enemy lines.
There was no strategy. No coordination.
It was just violence.
Raven (frowning): “Ugh. Unorganized rabble…”
He shot Orson a look, as if to say, “This is the level of your guild?”
Orson only shrugged with an easy smile. “It’s just for fun. No need to take it seriously.”
Raven sighed. To him, guild warfare should be carried out with tactical precision and high-level coordination.
But these people?
They had no discipline, no order, no common sense—how the hell had they even managed to defeat Dragon’s Kiss Guild?!
Raven: “I feel like they’re about to get wiped.”
Orson only chuckled, letting reality prove itself.
Raven (watching the battlefield): “The two warriors in front are done for.”
Two frontline warriors had disappeared beneath the tide of monsters.
Orson (calmly): “They’ll be fine. They know what they’re doing.”
“Light Z-Slash!”
A voice roared.
A dazzling light exploded within the monster horde.
Thirty creatures were cleaved in half in an instant.
“Dark V-Slash!”
Dark energy surged through the air, converging onto the Dark Sword.
A silver-haired warrior leapt high, carving a perfect V-shape through the battlefield.
As his Dark Sword drained the sickly green blood from the monsters, their attack and defense plummeted.
Then—
His dual-element swords crossed.
Light and darkness fused.
With a single devastating swing, an entire wave of monsters was decapitated in one motion.
Raven (stunned): “…Is this the legendary ‘strongest warrior’ of this region, the one who can rival Demon Emperor?”
He had heard of Money Traveler before but had assumed the reputation was overblown.
Now?
It seemed like he had been underestimated instead.
Orson (chuckling): “He’s strong, but in our guild, he’s only ranked second.”
Raven: “Second?! Who the hell is first?”
Orson (grinning): “His little sister.”
Raven followed Orson’s gaze and spotted another warrior in the thick of battle—
A towering female swordmaster, radiating sheer power and violence.
“BASTION ANNIHILATION!”
Her war cry echoed through the battlefield.
A massive black sword aura descended like a meteor, shattering the ice.
Three elite bosses were launched into the air.
She leapt after them, slamming into the first one with a devastating aerial combo.
Ignoring the magic attacks raining down on her, she followed up with seven consecutive slashes, sending the boss crashing into the frozen sea.
And she still wasn’t done.
With brute force, she grabbed the boss, ripped it out of the water, and tossed it back up—
So she could keep slicing it apart mid-air.
Both siblings were S-rank warriors, clad in full legendary gear, their combat style a brutal onslaught with no hesitation.
They weren’t fighting monsters.
They were annihilating punching bags.
Raven (muttering): “…This is just… brainless violence.”
Before he could say more—
A terrifying surge of magical energy pulsed behind him.
“BLOW THEIR HEADS OFF!”
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Raven turned—
A group of life-skill players had hoisted up their guns and cannons and were charging forward.
“…WHAT?!”
Most warriors at least needed to aim.
These people?
They had no concept of “aiming.”
No monster could withstand the sheer, raw destruction of magic-powered firearms.
Even elite bosses with millions of HP were getting mowed down like grass.
At that moment, Raven had an epiphany—
This guild wasn’t normal.
Tactics? Strategy? Discipline?
None of that mattered when you just bulldozed through everything with sheer overwhelming force.
Raven: “…Forget battle formations. Everyone, just charge! If we don’t, we won’t even get a piece of the loot!”
As time passed, the monster waves increased exponentially.
The second wave was five times larger than the first.
It was like a swarm of locusts, raining down from the sky.
And yet—
“Auxiliary Cannon #11 charged to 30%—ready for several rounds of fire!”
“Cannon #16 fully charged!”
Celestial Fortress adjusted its main weapons.
Thirty-two magic cannons rotated into position, aiming for the densest cluster of monsters.
Orson simply nodded.
“Fire.”
BOOM.
A blinding array of blue light erupted.
Celestial Fortress let out a thunderous roar, like a doomsday warship.
Thirty-two gigantic beams of pure destruction lanced through the battlefield, carving a glorious star map across the sky.
“The f*?! We’re out here grinding, and you guys just TURNED ON GOD MODE?!”**
“Kill me now—if one of those blasts hits me, I’m gonna bruise for WEEKS!”
Below, players froze in stunned silence.
System Messages:
“You killed [Dread Plague Crawler]—EXP +1000! (Double Bonus!)”
“You killed [Dread Plague King]—EXP +6000! (Double Bonus!)”
“You killed…”
The combat logs went berserk.
In an instant—
Tens of thousands of monsters were simply… erased.
Loot rained from the sky.
Purple and orange treasure pillars pierced the heavens.
And Orson?
He simply stared at the Abyssal Rift above—deep in thought.
Because this scene…
It looked far too similar to when Heaven Demons descended.
Was this “Monster Siege” just… a rehearsal for something much worse?
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