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Chapter 75: Guild war [3]

Chapter 75: Guild war [3]

A new war began, Night Razor’s march...

The canyon, once a battlefield of chaotic slaughter, now became an arena of precision and ruthless execution.

With Night Razor now at the helm, the top guilds had finally abandoned their brute-force approach. They finally realized and accepted the shocking reality; they could not beat Lord Doom with numbers alone.

In a sense, they admitted defeat.

Gone was the blind arrogance of raw numbers, in its place was the terrifying discipline of a true war machine.

Thousands of players, once an unruly mob, now moved with purpose, coordination, and deadly intent.

Like a symphony of war, siege specialists took up formation, long-range spellcasters positioned themselves at optimal vantage points, and melee units formed ranks in an unbreakable phalanx, tightening the noose around Noah’s team.

In just an instant, the battle in the Canyon of Ruins transformed.

Night Razor transformed it completely.

The battle had shifted from a chaotic brawl to a meticulously orchestrated hunt and kill.

This was no longer a clash of amateurs; this was a war.

And Noah’s team? Five against thousands, just like Leonidas and his 300 against the impossible Persian horde.

It transformed into a battle of Gods and Monsters.

Led by Night Razor, the moment the new assault commenced, the canyon erupted into a maelstrom of fire, steel, and death.

This time, instead of each player running haphazardly in hopes of killing Lord Doom first, Night Razor cleverly arranged them guild by guild in a way to utilize their best traits to devastating effect.

Tyrant Legion, one of the top guilds in the game is the guild representing the English Pro Club, Imperium Tyrannis.

Imperium Tyrannis is notorious for its ruthless, dictatorial leadership and strategic discipline. Their players are known for their control-heavy playstyle, exceling in area denial and siege warfare, mostly playing as tanks like Paladins.

In Night Razor’s formation, the players of Tyrant Legion were the sledgehammer in his war machine.

They formed an iron tide, marching forward in perfect unison, each shield raised, each blade gleaming with deadly intent.

As for Oblivion Order, another top guild in the game representing the pro club, Oblivion Knights, just like the pro club their players are known for their aggressive PvP style and relentless pursuit of dominance.

They thrive in high-stakes wars, wars like this.

As soon as the march started and they clashed against them, Oblivion Order’s assassins became shadows in the dust, flickering through the chaos, striking like venomous snakes before vanishing.

Dragon Fang, another guild of elites representing the pro club Pendragon Esports also shone in Night Razor’s formation.

Named after King Authur’s legendary sword, this club embodies skill, honor, and calculated aggression, using a unique style of play in the pro scene.

The main players in Pendragon Esports controlled a Blademaster and a Summoner. The Summoner summons a Hell Horse that the Blademaster rides, a player-dependent skill that can be learned by any player.

It was the trademark of team Pendragon Esports. The Summoner and Blademaster combo was easy to learn, but hard to master.

But in the game, Dragon Fang players loved and also utilized the playstyle.

In Night Razor’s formation, Dragon Fang’s elite knights composed of Blademasters and Summoners rode forth like thunder given form, their cavalry charge shaking the ground itself.

Another important element in Night Razor’s plan was the guild, Black Thorn, the guild representing the pro cub, Midnight Revenants.

It is a club shrouded in mystique, famous for its stealth-based strategies and ambush tactics. They are infamous for their rogue and assassin-heavy class composition, striding hard before the enemy even knows what hit them.

The same thing applied for their players in the game.

In Night Razor’s formation, while Tyrant Legion’s warriors marched forward in perfect unison, Oblivion Order’s assassins flickered across the battlefield and struck like venomous snakes, while Dragon Fang’s elites rode forth like thunder, Black Thorn’s ambush squads lurked in the cliffs above, raining down death like a storm of daggers.

"...!"

For a brief moment, to the spectators, it felt like Lord Doom’s end.

There truly was no escaping this, right?

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

It rained destruction.

Noah’s team stood atop a natural choke point, a narrow passageway that prevented the army from fully surrounding them.

This was the only reason they hadn’t been overwhelmed instantly.

And yet, they did not falter.

The sudden change in the ways and movement of their opponents surprised them, catching them off-guard but still, Noah, Aria, Benjamin, Genevieve, and Caleb stood together, facing an army that could wipe entire cities off the map.

And instead of despair, they fought.

"...!"

Noah didn’t see this coming, but the suddenly increased difficulty only made him more excited instead of making him feel despair.

BAM!

His Spellforged Battle Lance cleaved through waves of enemies, every thrust piercing armor, every swing warping space itself.

Most times, a player’s skill is dependent on the level of their opponents.

Just like it was theorized that Usain Bolt could have beat his own world record if he had better contenders during his peak.

At this moment, with the sudden increase in difficulty due to Night Razor being at the helm, Noah and his teammates’ true skill started showing.

While Noah went berserk, Aria became a whirlwind of steel, her Blademaster’s dual swords moving so fast they blurred, cutting down foes like a demon of war.

Benjamin’s Elementalist magic turned the battlefield into a nightmare, ice, fire, and lightning raining down upon the opposition in a display of apocalyptic destruction.

Genevieve’s Cleric abilities shone like a divine beacon, healing wounds, purging curses, and reinforcing their dwindling endurance.

Caleb, the hidden trump card, wove the battlefield into his own masterpiece, his Summoner class bending otherworldly creatures to his will, holding back entire battalions singlehandedly.

They fought against overwhelming odds, standing valiantly...

...but even gods could bleed.

For every ten they killed, a hundred more advanced.

For every clever maneuver, Night Razor had a counter.

The storm was closing in.

And still, they refused to fall, but they were teetering dangerously close on the edge of a cliff.

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