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Chapter 80: Guild war [8]

Chapter 80: Guild war [8]

The Canyon of Ruins had become a warzone beyond imagination.

The sheer devastation from Aria and Genevieve’s suicidal rampage, the ridiculous destruction from Benjamin’s pun-based sorcery, and the mathematical annihilation orchestrated by Caleb had ripped the battlefield apart at the seams.

And yet, it was still just the prelude.

In the midst of the collapsing formations, amidst the screaming, the panic, the sheer disbelief, one player had yet to move.

Lord Doom, Noah...

But then, he moved.

Like a ghost in the darkness, like a nightmare given form, like the movement of the Divine Shadow of a Shadow God, he emerged.

One moment, he was nowhere.

And the next, he was everywhere.

BZZZ!

Sleek, smooth, unseeable, untraceable, like a shadow...

A Blademaster lunged at an opening in Aria’s defense, and his head flew off before he knew what happened.

A Cleric raised her staff to revive fallen allies, but a black spear impaled her through the heart.

A Summoner unleashed a tide of beasts but they were carved apart by slashes that defied reality, untraceable slashes.

Aetherforge had descended into the battlefield!

And Noah was untouchable.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The moment he joined the fray, it was over.

He moved like an unstoppable hurricane heralding death.

Casters fell before they could chant, tanks collapsed before they could raise their shields, agile fighters couldn’t even react before their bodies were torn apart.

The battlefield was his.

Not just his mastery of combat, not just his absolute mechanical skill, but his mind, his devious, strategic, insidious, and utterly unbridled mind.

Noah didn’t just fight.

He calculated, adapted, and controlled.

Every movement was deliberate. Every attack was precise. Every kill was inevitable, as if it was a law of nature itself.

He was a grandmaster at the art of fishing in troubled waters.

This was one of the cores in his grand and crazy plan. His teammates creating chaos, riding on the foundation built by Nightingale and his crew, and then him expanding it, turning it into an unstoppable avalanche.

The guild army, thousands strong, was reduced to cattle in a slaughterhouse.

And the spectators watching from across the world?

They were silent, dumbfounded.

Because what they were witnessing...

This wasn’t just a top player, this wasn’t just a pro, this was a legend playing chess while everyone else played checkers.

The legend of Lord Doom.

And while the thousand-strong allied army panicked, thrown into chaos, focusing on what they could see before them, insidiously, Noah finally changed targets, focusing on his real objective.

His real objective? It was the enemy commander, Night Razor.

The man who had turned the tide of this war.

A player whose strategic brilliance had been acknowledged by Noah himself. A player whose command of the allied army pushed Noah to the wall, making him improvise to create this crazy plan.

A worthy opponent.

But now, he was prey.

Night Razor, standing atop a rocky outcrop, barking orders, watching the battlefield with calculating precision even amid the chaos, suddenly felt it.

A chill down his spine.

A feeling of absolute, inescapable danger.

To the casual players, their in-game Avatars was just a tool to enjoy the game but to the experts who’ve spent hours playing, learning, and mastering the game, the Avatar was an extension of their real self.

Night Razor felt it, the chill, and when he looked...

"...!"

Noah was already there.

Perched on the rocks, gleaming black lance in hand, golden eyes locked onto him like a predator eyeing its kill.

The spectators gasped.

The enemy guild leaders panicked.

And Night Razor?

For the first time in this war, he felt fear.

Not fear of dying, in-game Avatars died all the time, but the fear of despite going all out losing in a war of wits and strategy against the menace of the 11th server, Lord Doom.

’How?!’

’I didn’t think of this...! Just how?!’

"...!"

In shocked silence, thousands of spectators watched, tensed, and then...

Night Razor ran.

He was no coward, far from it.

He had been in hundreds of wars, fought countless duels, and outmaneuvered enemies that had outnumbered him tenfold.

But this?

This wasn’t war, this wasn’t a duel.

This was a hunt, and he was the damn prey!

Noah descended.

A blur of death, a phantom of annihilation.

Night Razor twisted, dodging, just barely.

Aetherforge cleaved the air, a fraction of a second too late, missing his neck by inches.

A teleportation skill fired off, flinging Night Razor several meters away but Noah was already there, having predicted it.

Night Razor’s personal guards, elite warriors, and top-class duelists from the coalition of top guilds rushed in to protect him.

But... they were dead before they could even react.

Noah didn’t stop moving.

He carved through layers of defense like they were paper.

A Blademaster protector moved in; Noah shattered his sword and pierced his throat in a single motion.

A Shield Guardian charged forward; Noah’s battle lance carved through his armor, skewering his heart.

A Shadow Assassin activated invisibility; Noah was faster, striking him down in a haze of red before he could even fade.

It was inescapable.

Noah had decided, Night Razor was going to die.

But Night Razor wasn’t weak, he had the instincts of a survivor.

He activated Blade Mirage, a Blademaster high-level skill that split his Avatar into five identical clones, and then he dashed in different directions.

But Noah didn’t even blink.

He spun in mid-air, Aetherforge extended, then...

BAM!

Four clones shattered like glass.

The real Night Razor barely dodged.

"I CAN’T DIE!" He roared, forcing himself to fight back, not just run.

He countered with Phantom Execution, unleashing a flurry of sword strikes that could carve through mountains but Noah met every single one.

Metal clashed, sparks erupted, the canyon trembled.

Night Razor fought like a man possessed, desperate to cling to life, using everything in his arsenal.

Stamina regeneration skills, emergency shields, movement-enhancing items, even using his protectors as meat shields, but nothing was enough.

Noah was faster, sharper, better.

But still, Night Razor survived, by a thread, by a miracle.

But then..., the final part of Noah’s plan was ready.

"Noah, it’s time". Caleb’s voice sounded in their private communication channel.

The Canyon of Ruins...

The terrain, the walls, the natural formations, Caleb had been studying them all along after receiving Noah’s secret orders.

Looking for patterns, weak points, structural flaws.

And finally, he found them.

He had calculated everything, and now..., he was ready to bring the canyon down upon the thousands of players of the allied army with Night Razor still inside.

The trap was set.

The moment had come.

Noah grinned. "Checkmate".