Even if the situation was out of his expectations, the blond man's mood had only worsened considerably, and he wasn't panicking.
"You're still mere mortals even with the protection of divine power. Trash is trash no matter how many you have, and attacks that don't hit are meaningless!"
The blond man laughed coldly, opening his palm and making a clenching gesture. "Since your god values you so much, I'll crush you all for him to see!"
"Spread out, everyone! Focus on crowd control skills, move around, and pay attention to your positioning and movement! Squishy, fall back! "
After being saved by Joey and the others and receiving a response from the God of Games, Zonyan finally calmed down from his rage and began to command the Players again.
To be frank, while Vulcan could lead the Players, he lacked the charisma to command even if he was adept at drawing aggro. In comparison, Zonyan's leadership skills were superior since he had been constantly learning to improve himself to become the Grayclaw chief.
Right now, his command sounded as if he was telling the Players to spread out in the narrow Heroes' Cave and attack the blond man from all directions.
But that was actually a misleading tactic.
Even if the blond man was a deity's projection, he didn't have a System and wouldn't know about the quest the Players had just received from the God of Games.
[Deal as much damage as you can to the enemy and last for more than ten minutes.]
While it sounded as if the Players were to do their best to deal damage, a little reading would make it clear that the quest's main requirement was to last for ten minutes.
That was why instead of everyone standing together and working together to increase their firepower only to be wiped out by the blond man, it was better to spread out and draw his attention from every direction. Even if he managed to kill some of the Players, they had to rely on numbers and positioning to buy as much time as possible.
Almost as soon as Zonyan gave his command, the other Players understood what he meant and began to move around.
"It's useless!"
In a flash, the blond man had reached Zonyan at a speed that the naked eye couldn't follow. His immeasurably heavy armor didn't affect his movements at all.
Zonyan couldn't react in time, but Joey, who had been a hunter and reacted faster than him, pushed him away.
In the next instant, the golden-haired man's arm pierced through Joey's chest, causing him to cough out a mouthful of blood. The Players' special physiques seemed to be ineffective against the golden-haired man, but it was fortunate that the Players who died in battle were still posting, and the resurrection mechanism was still working.
Joey took a long look at Zonyan as if pinning his hopes on him. Then, he put his bow over the blond man's head and tried to strangle his neck.
However, this effort still ended in failure. The blond man ignored the bowstring on his neck. He just grabbed Joey's shoulder and tore Joey in half with both hands!
Almost in the blink of an eye, Joey's corpse disintegrated into countless specks of light and disappeared, but there was no literal tragic scene of him being crushed to death.
Even so, the other players' eyes were a little red.
It was normal for Players to die, but due to their special physique, their deaths weren't too tragic. That was why most of the time, they could still talk and laugh as their comrades died in front of them.
But it was clearly different this time. Joey's death was unusually tragic, and almost every Player who participated in this quest felt differently.
"For Joey!" Zonyan bellowed in rage and leapt up with a slash.
The blond man swung his hand and sent him flying, but was interrupted by Vulcan's familiar spirit just as he was about to give chase.
He was very confused now.
The reason he had tortured Joey to death like that was to intimidate the others. But now, it seemed that it had little effect and angered them even further. Weren't these people afraid?
Was his luck so bad that all he did was fool a believer into causing trouble, and he drew all the zealots of a certain church here?
"I've told you, it's useless! Since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll start with you! "
Though uncertain and surprised, the blond man's expression didn't change at all. He simply dispersed Vulcan's familiar spirit with a single punch, before sprinting to Vulcan's face and clutching his head.
Vulcan did his best to look up at him, his veins bulging from the sheer force of his neck. Even so, he made a mocking look at the blond man and said, "You shit!"
Then, the blond man directly twisted Vulcan's head off his neck and tossed it aside.
He watched as Vulcan's corpse vanished into light, wondering if he had been summoned by his main pet.
Still, the blond man could tell that the Players weren't beings who would cower in the face of death.
That was why he let Zonyan go for now, intending to brutally kill his fellow believers right in front of him and see if Zonyan would crumble because of that.
The Players' desperate resistance was still quite troublesome for the blond man. He had assumed that he was no different from mortals, and that killing them would be no harder than stepping on ants.
Even so, the Players were relying on a mess of movement skills, and while they couldn't deal any real damage to the blond man, they kept him from quickly killing every Player present.
Meanwhile, Zonyan, who was rolling around after being kicked every now and then as the blond man slaughtered the Players, finally smiled when he saw a post on the Player forums.
"Now! Everyone, attack! "
He abruptly crawled up from the ground, mustering the last of his vigor to draw a scarlet sword flash at the blond man who was still cutting down a Player's waist!
At his command, the surviving Players all squeezed out what little MP they had left and launched their final attack at the blond man.
"You wouldn't even touch the hem of my clothes if that's all you got!" The blond man was delighted instead of being surprised. "I'll let you have a taste of your own friend's attack … even without the curse, the betrayal of your friends is real!"
And yet, he noticed that something was wrong in the very next second. The attacks that had been flying towards him had instantly changed direction and struck the rock stratum over his head!
Not knowing the Players' skills, he naturally didn't realize that the Players had used a skill that could control the trajectory of their attacks to a certain extent.
"Trying to bury me with falling rocks? You're too naive … "
Even before the blond man finished, he noticed that the rock stratum wasn't thick. The Players' attacks didn't completely break it down, but had instead punched a skylight over it.
And higher up in the skies, the sky opened up.
The Floating City, as magnificent as an island, suddenly appeared in mid-air — below the Sky City were cannons that had been fully charged.
"In the name of the Knights of Pioneers! I hereby grant permission to fire the Sword of Truth, the ultimate weapon of the Sky Horizon! "
Zonyan shouted, sword held aloft.
Soon, the voices of Princess Leah, Angora, Marni, Edward and the others reached the Players' ears.
"Permission." "Permission." "Permission." …
"What's that?!"
The blond man couldn't help panicking as he stared at the cannons beneath the Sky City.
Even if it was just a projection, he could sense the terror of the world-defying weapon and finally realized that he had to flee, only to be pinned down by the Players who were lunging at him.
"A weapon that can even split open the world. If you can block it, then block it for me!" Zonyan, who was their leader, grabbed the blond man by the waist, ignoring the fact that his body was being torn apart by the blond man's divine power.
"Damn it! You're blaspheming the gods! You will be punished! "The blond man roared in rage as he struggled.
"Perhaps, but you're not the one who would punish us." Zonyan said.
In the next split second, the Sword of Truth opened fire.
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