The flames on the phoenix seemed even more dazzling than before, its wings were stronger, and an indescribable aura pressed down upon everyone.
Obviously, the phoenix's fatigue had completely recovered. Now, it showed the气势 of a 40-level boss beast.
The phoenix descended to the outer circle of the Eagle Slayer guild's formation. In the panic of the lower-level players, the phoenix completely ignored those low-level attacks. It spat out fireballs while pouncing towards the ground.
The Eagle Slayer guild finally collapsed.
A large number of Eagle Slayer followers began to flee towards the town, while some slower players directly logged off the game. Those who persisted in fighting to the death were quickly swept away by the phoenix's attack waves.
The formation of nearly two thousand people turned into fallen leaves in the autumn wind. It was indeed a shocking scene. The spectators, in shock, involuntarily stepped back a distance, fearing that they might be affected by the phoenix's attack waves.
The "Iron Blood Cavalry Regiment" in the sky had bulging eyes and a hoarse voice shouting towards the ground: "Don't run! Are you men still? Where did your honor and dignity go!"
Some players stopped and turned back to attack the phoenix, but many of the lower-level players on the periphery had already dropped to the teens level. Even those with twenties level players, their attacks couldn't break through the phoenix's defense. Now they were merely sacrificing themselves for honor.
The monk once again rode the bald eagle and arrived, but this time, the phoenix seemed to have received the information from its master, leaving those lower-level players behind and facing the monk.
The monk roared loudly, and the super-level seal spell covered the phoenix. However, the spell that sealed the phoenix couldn't seal its body. Under the concentrated attacks of the phoenix's huge wings, sharp claws, and iron beak, the bald eagle kept crying out. Within ten seconds, it turned into a white light and disappeared.
The monk fell from the sky. The players below had no time to catch him, so everyone witnessed the scene of his body falling from a height of hundreds of meters to the ground.
I don't know if the monk would force himself to log off due to excessive fear in the air, but it is said that many players who witnessed this scene have since developed acrophobia. Even when they return to reality, they can't overcome it.
Grunting sounds became more and more frequent. But from the direction of the Eagle Slayer town, more Eagle Slayer followers kept arriving.
I suddenly said to my two brothers, "Let's go. There's no need to watch any longer."
Honey said with a huff, "Isn't it so exciting?"
I glanced at him. After all, he was still young and liked to watch such thrilling and bloody things. But I had already found it boring.
A super perverted player, with something unknown supporting him behind, such an unfair battle, even if it was so thrilling, there was nothing to watch. The author's writing in these chapters was truly a complete failure, hehe.
Bai Yu suddenly said, "Let's go." Then he turned around.
Honey also had no choice but to follow us towards the distance.
After a while of silence, Honey couldn't hold it anymore: "The two big bosses, where are we going? Please give us a lead."
Bai Yu didn't say anything, looking at me. I thought for a moment and asked Bai Yu, "Did Honey tell you about my mission this time? This mission only has three chances to be awarded..."
Bai Yu said, "I accepted it."
I said, "Then, let's go and kill some evil owls, which are the mutated barn owls. I think they should also be classified as evil eagles. Even if the evil owls don't count for achievements, we can still practice levels."
I smiled again, "Although I might not be able to complete the mission within the envoy's time limit, it doesn't matter anymore. Anyway, we have already torn our faces off with him. We can't get the territory. The town mayor didn't give us a time limit. So, let's kill them slowly, kill one and count one. Eventually, we can complete it."
The three of us formed a team and searched for evil owls to kill. Bai Yu's bow was of platinum level, and the arrows were high-priced gold-level arrowheads. Plus, his superb archery skills, we killed the eagles very quickly. Unconsciously, two hours had passed. Since my and Honey's experience had already reached over two-thirds, we finally upgraded.
I put on the god of the herds' outfit again and my combat power recovered. Honey could finally use his 34-level skill "Lightning Dart", which could deal 60 points of damage to the vulture at one time. Our killing of the vulture became faster.
After killing for a while, I looked up at the sky. It was now past five o'clock. I didn't know when Chico and the others had logged on in the morning. We decided to head towards the secret passage.
Inevitably, we still had to pass through that cruel battlefield.
Far away, I saw the spectators, still so dense. But, not a single person was speaking. After a few hundred paces, only the footsteps of the three of us could be heard.
I was a little surprised and hurriedly walked over. I found that the spectators' crowd seemed to have held their breath. All eyes were fixed on the center of the field, and the atmosphere was very solemn.
Seeing this battlefield again, we all felt that it seemed to have widened. Because on a land stretching for several miles, there were only dozens of players standing there.
Opposite the players of the Eagle Slayer Guild, on the ground, was the fantasy divine god with red robes fluttering. Compared to ten hours ago, the image of the divine god didn't change at all. Above his head, was a phoenix flapping its wings and covered in flames.
The leader of the Eagle Slayer Guild, "Iron Blood Cavalry Regiment", was riding a small pony. He held a knight spear in his right hand and a round shield in his left hand. His entire body was equipped with silver weapons.
The bald monk had changed into a silver-level moon-white monk robe, and the light of the Buddha beads was dimmer than before. It was far from the gold equipment of the past.
Wulin Xia stood gritting his teeth behind the guild leader, his entire equipment being copper-level. Clearly, he had dropped below level 10.
Behind the cavalry regiment, there were two players we had never seen before.
The tall player seemed to be an American. He was actually a rare "Starter" profession. This profession required an initial strength of 10, 10 constitution, and over 90 HP. This profession had high growth in strength, constitution, and health, but its weakness was that except for gauntlets and finger guards, it couldn't equip other weapons.
This starter stood tall and proud, with a rebellious air, but his equipment was only copper-level.
The other player was a South American. His slightly red face, bare upper body, and exposed firm and shiny muscles. Honey whispered to me, that was one of the three transformation types available when an archer reaches level 30: "Jungle Archer". And White Feather was the other: "Elf Archer".
This "Jungle Archer" seemed to be in better condition than the others. In his hand was a golden-encrusted bow.
Behind these several dozen people, there were over a dozen mages, over a dozen archers, five priests, and over a dozen players of other professions.
Almost without exception, their eyes shot out determined and unyielding glances. I could even see the fierce flames burning on their heads. Somehow, my eyes suddenly became moist.
When the hoarse voice of the Iron Blood Cavalry Regiment roared: "Kill!" My vision instantly became blurry, and I couldn't see anything. Only a commotion behind me and then the surrounding silence, only the players' breathing could be heard.
Feigning to tidy my hat, I quickly wiped away my tears. On the battlefield, except for the divine god and the phoenix, there were no other figures.
The vast battlefield had fallen with thousands of various equipment and bundles of red and blue drugs. The equipment contained many silver equipment and rare special equipment, but no player dared to go down and pick up. In fact, even if there wasn't the divine god there, I wouldn't want to pick up these things left by the warriors.
The divine god slowly walked through the pile of equipment. He didn't even glance at the ordinary silver equipment. He only took the large bundles of magic potions into his bag.
Some players were whispering: "Just in the last hour, that mage has picked up at least thousands of bundles of super blue crystals. He's consuming so little now, and these blues haven't been used up yet. But how could his burden hold thousands of items?"
Ten minutes of silence passed. From the direction of Flying Eagle Town, dozens of figures walked firmly towards him.
The God of Magic watched these people quietly, and coldly spoke, his voice reaching the ears of everyone within several miles: "Iron Blood Cavalry Regiment, I only killed seventeen mounts for you, and now you have no money to buy horses? Also, Wulin Hero, Cold-Faced Buddha, Smith 99, Bloodthirsty Relata, if you still want to fight, please buy horses first. I don't want to waste time waiting for you. I have already picked up all the medicine and good equipment here, and won't accompany you any longer."
No one replied. The dozens of players lined up in formation, and the Iron Blood Cavalry Regiment shouted again: "Kill!"
The Priest cast his supportive spells on his comrades, Cold-Faced Buddha threw the "Weakness Spell" at the God of Magic, and various spells accompanied by arrows flew down. The other players charged towards the God of Magic with their highest skills.
This time, the God of Magic didn't use spatial transfer. He stood still in the same place and, together with the Phoenix, released a fire sea, instantly drowning the mage, priest, and archer. In the fire sea, dozens of white lights rose up.
The Fire Wheel Dance resumed. The current Fire Wheel Dance seemed wider than before, possibly this skill had also been upgraded due to repeated use. All those who charged towards the God of Magic were burned to white smoke by the Fire Wheel Dance in an instant.
A series of popping sounds followed, and a string of numbers appeared on the God of Magic's head: "-20, -14, MISS, -5, -22..." The highest number: -40, was caused by the only assassin in the team.
The player's death reduced their level, although the attributes showed no change, the system would determine that these attributes could only be exerted to a small extent. Therefore, these players, whether in HP or defense, had sharply decreased.
Those who charged close to the God of Magic had only two people who had the chance to make a second strike: the Iron Blood Cavalry Regiment and the Hercules Smith 99, but that was all.
When they both disappeared, another arrow shot flew over, reducing the God of Magic's health by 30. It was that the Bloodthirsty Relata from the Forest Archer, under the damage of 400+ from the two fire seas, still wasn't dead. Indeed, he was very strong. But it only consumed one fire ball from the God of Magic.
Picking up the golden weapons and long bows dropped by Relata and the last few bundles of medicine on the ground, the God of Magic stopped and quietly looked towards the direction of Flying Eagle Town.
I once thought that this God of Magic had reached the highest level of true indifference and righteousness, but from his current performance, it seemed that there was also some emotion deep inside him. It was a respect for the opponent.
Thousands of players waited silently with the God of Magic, but this time, ten minutes passed, and no more determined team was seen. On the wide plain, only two figures walked towards the battlefield: the Hercules and the Forest Archer.
There seemed to be a flicker of disappointment in the God of Magic's eyes, then, he mounted the Phoenix and ascended into the air and left.