Chapter 346 Archmage
When Eric activated the Illusion Realm, a faint starlight shield formed around him, making him immune to all magical damage and converting 10% of the damage into health recovery. This effect lasted for 10 seconds with a cooldown of 3 minutes.
The crowd attacking Eric hadn't yet noticed that the Mechanical Slaughterer had gone berserk. They continued to charge at Eric, oblivious to the danger.
Suddenly, the stone-paved road cracked open, and the ground shook violently. Blades of wind shot up from the ground, cutting down every player and NPC guard in their path without exception.
After the chaotic storm subsided, the street outside the teleportation hall was unrecognizable, reduced to ruins. The players watching from a distance were stunned into silence.
The sheer destructive power was unlike anything they had ever seen. Thousands of players were wiped out in an instant, and even the level 150 guards, who were usually revered, were killed in seconds. How could ordinary players hope to stand a chance?
The players who had initially planned to take down the Mechanical Slaughterer now felt a deep sense of helplessness.
"No way!"
The guild leaders who had planned the ambush were now red-eyed with rage and regret, their previous calm and composure replaced by deep frustration and anger.
The Mechanical Slaughterer's Storm Domain had wiped out thousands of their elite players. For smaller guilds, losing even a few dozen elite members was a significant blow. Now, each guild had lost over a hundred members, a devastating loss.
"President BlackFlame really gave those guilds a taste of their own medicine," Turtledove said with a laugh from a distance. "Serves them right for bullying others."
SwordShadow nodded in agreement.
It looked easy, but executing it was anything but. Guiding the monster's attacks while dodging other players' attacks required precise control of the environment. One wrong move could mean death, like walking a tightrope high above the ground.
As the Storm Domain faded, the brief calm was shattered. The Mechanical Slaughterer noticed there were still survivors, especially Eric, who was still lively. This infuriated the Mechanical Slaughterer.
The Mechanical Slaughterer drew its serrated greatsword and began to spin, forming a tornado. This was the Bladestorm Tempest skill, but with a powerful suction effect, pulling people in and moving quickly.
"Even from 30 yards away, it's hard to move. If I get any closer, I'll be sucked in too," Eric thought, quickly pulling out a speed scroll from his backpack and rushing towards the gathering of guild members.
A level 150 second-tier guard captain, just five or six yards away, was sucked in and took over a hundred thousand damage in an instant, dying within moments under the Bladestorm Tempest.
The terrifying damage made everyone break out in a cold sweat.
No one was thinking about defeating the Mechanical Slaughterer anymore. They had only one thought: escape!
Nearby solo players and guild members alike began to flee. Seeing Eric charging towards them, the guild members forgot to attack and turned to run.
No one was foolish enough to face certain death.
This chase scene became a spectacle on the streets of Silvervale City, leaving many newly arrived players in shock.
They had seen groups of players chasing a single player before, but now?
One player was chasing thousands, and those thousands were fleeing as if they had seen a ghost.
This was something they had never witnessed before.
"Isn't that the Crown of Angels guild? Why are they being chased?" a newly arrived Ranger wondered aloud.
"It's not just Crown of Angels. Can't you see there are members from dozens of guilds running?" a knowledgeable Druid replied with a chuckle.
"I didn't notice that. What's going on?" the Ranger asked, finally grasping the situation.
These guild members were usually arrogant and domineering, clearing out monster-dense areas and attacking any solo players who dared to complain. Now, they were the ones running in fear.
Especially the Darkstar Guild, one of the top six guilds in Silvervale City, known for its skilled players. How were they being chased now?
"Don't you see who that player is?" the Druid pointed to Eric, who was chasing thousands of players.
"He looks familiar, like BlackFlame, the president of the Guild of Aether Wing."
"That's right, it's BlackFlame. I heard Darkstar Guild and other guilds were blocking players from joining Aether Wing at the teleportation hall. BlackFlame found out, and now it's come to this."
The Ranger was stunned by the Druid's explanation.
One person taking on dozens of guilds—was this even possible?
Other players who were unaware of the situation were equally shocked.
They knew BlackFlame was strong, but not to this extent. One person chasing thousands, and those thousands fleeing in terror.
Were they even playing the same game?
"President BlackFlame, let's talk this out. We were forced by the Darkstar Guild. We never wanted to be enemies with Aether Wing."
"Yeah, President BlackFlame, we had no choice. If you stop chasing us, we'll apologize and compensate for all the losses."
"Please forgive us. We promise never to oppose Aether Wing again."
The guild leaders, fleeing for their lives, shouted their pleas to Eric. They were genuinely terrified.
They had brought most of their guild members to deal with the Mechanical Slaughterer. If they all died, the guilds would suffer unimaginable losses, possibly leading to their dissolution.
"Since you're all so sincere, I'll forgive you," Eric said with a smile. "But you have to die once first."
"BlackFlame! We're sincerely apologizing," JudgmentHand, the leader of Crown of Angels, said angrily.
"President JudgmentHand, I'm also sincere in wanting you to die once," Eric replied with a faint smile, speeding up.
Eric's speed was far superior to the elite players of the guilds. In no time, he caught up to them.
As Eric charged into the crowd, the Mechanical Slaughterer followed, like a meat grinder, pulling in players and turning them into scattered starlight.
In just a short time, the guilds had lost over a thousand members.
As time passed, the death toll continued to rise. Even the NPC guards couldn't stop the Mechanical Slaughterer and were defeated. In just a few dozen seconds, over ten thousand players had died, with Darkstar Guild suffering the most, as Eric targeted their members.
The horrifying scene sent chills down everyone's spines.
If the thousands of players hadn't scattered at the start, the death toll would have been even higher.
But as the guilds lost more than half their members and over a thousand guards were killed, a man in a white robe appeared in the sky.
His appearance immediately drew attention, including Eric's.
This man was no ordinary NPC.
He was Wiseman, the Archmage and governor of Silvervale City.
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