Lord Game: I Have 100 Million Talents

Chapter 468: Chapter 118: Emperor’s Clone! Dimensional Strike

The moment he made his decision, the holy radiance surrounding Qin Feng blazed forth, and the last trace of hesitation vanished from his brow.

He raised a hand and tapped lightly into the Void. A golden command, imbued with the will of divine authority, instantly pierced the barrier of space and reached the minds of the Holy Empire Envoys scattered across every corner of the empire.

"All units, attack. Hold nothing back."

The instant the command was given, the Holy Empire Envoys, lying in wait on the various battlefields, sprang into action.

They were the "Wall-Hanging Clones" that Qin Feng had created using the Bloodthirsty Talent from his "Riding and Cutting system." Not only did they inherit half of Qin Feng’s peak combat power, but they also replicated all of his core abilities, including the Divine Gift: Permanent Poisoning.

At that moment, whether they were in the biting winds of the Frozen Pass, the miasmic fog of the Dark Forest, or beside the scorching lava of the Volcanic Zone, the Holy Empire Envoys acted as one. Wherever they saw soldiers of the Global Alliance Army stumbling out of a Plane Gate, they shot forth alone without a moment’s hesitation, like streaks of golden lightning, straight into the enemy hordes.

There was no preamble, no fancy maneuvering. The movements of these Bloodthirsty Clones were so ruthlessly efficient it was chilling.

They had but one objective: to annihilate every invader who dared set foot in the Holy Empire’s domain.

Biting gales swept the smoke of battle across the land. The snows of the Frozen Pass sizzled under the heat of Dragon Breath. The miasma of the Dark Forest was torn asunder by flashes of golden light. The crimson rocks of the Volcanic Zone reflected a sky filled with a cold, sharp gleam.

Upon these battlefields of ice and fire, where death lurked at every turn, the pupils of the Holy Empire Envoys suddenly began to glow with a scarlet light.

’Activate! Level 100 Bloodthirsty Talent! Multi-shot Arrow!’

As this silent command echoed in their minds, a violent, blood-red aura of Frenzy erupted from the Holy Empire Envoys. Their once-condensed golden Holy Power began to Boil, and every inch of their muscles bulged with extreme force. The quivers on their backs hummed and vibrated, the runes on the fletchings of their arrows glowing with a blinding light.

Without any warning, the Holy Empire Envoys simultaneously drew their bows and nocked their arrows. The fully drawn bowstrings let out a piercing hum.

The next second, tens of thousands of arrows flew from their strings, splitting into a dozen afterimages the moment they were loosed. In the blink of an eye, the individual, razor-sharp Magic-breaking Arrows had become an Arrow Rain that blotted out the sky!

Imbued with the Frenzy bonus from the Level 100 Bloodthirsty Talent, these arrows pierced the frigid winds of the Frozen Pass, tore through the dense fog of the Dark Forest, and skimmed across the scorching air currents of the Volcanic Zone before crashing down from the heavens.

Across the four battlefields to the east, west, north, and south, every area containing a Plane Gate was completely enveloped by this suffocatingly dense Arrow Rain.

The Arrow Rain fell with unimaginable speed—so fast that the Divine Chosen Soldiers of the Global Alliance Army, who had just charged out of the Teleportation Gates, had yet to even gain their footing.

So fast that the excited smiles had yet to fade from the faces of the Lord Players who held their Magic Staffs and Longswords aloft.

"WHOOSH—WHOOSH—WHOOSH—"

The sound of arrows slicing through the air was as dense as a clap of thunder, a sharp whistle that made one’s eardrums ache.

As far as the eye could see, the entire sky was stained a deathly white by a sea of silver arrowheads. The dense Arrow Rain descended like a collapsing river of stars, sweeping down upon the Global Alliance Army below with the power to tear everything asunder.

The terrifying damage from the arrows tore through the shields of Heavy Armor Knights, pierced the Ninjutsu barriers of the Ninjas, and even easily penetrated the rock-like skin of the Nordic Giants.

Its terrifyingly vast area of effect offered no quarter, leaving no blind spots to hide in. Wherever the Arrow Rain fell, there was nothing but wails of despair.

The dense, sky-blotting Arrow Rain was like a great net of death cast down from the heavens, instantly enveloping the foreign Lord Players who were still clinging to the vain hope that ’I won’t be the one to die as cannon fodder.’

Their eyes widened, the fanaticism and Greed on their faces instantly freezing, replaced by utter shock and bewilderment.

"This!?"

"What the fuck is this!?"

"Goddammit! I haven’t even seen a shadow of the enemy and I have to take an Arrow Rain this massive!?"

Horrified screams rose one after another, only to be instantly drowned out by the sharp whistle of arrows slicing through the air and the wet thud of them piercing flesh.

The Arrow Rain fell like a torrential downpour, cascading down with the power to tear everything asunder.

The soldiers of the Global Alliance Army, who had just stepped out of the Plane Gates still lost in the fantasy that ’our Sea of People Tactics will guarantee victory,’ didn’t even have time to raise their shields to block before the dense volley of arrows pierced their armor and tore their flesh.

The charging formation crumbled in an instant. A cacophony of wails, screams, and the clatter of dropped weapons echoed across the multiple battlefields.

Blood spattered across the white snows of the Frozen Pass, blooming into startling patches of crimson. It splattered upon the damp, decaying leaves of the Dark Forest, releasing a sickeningly sweet stench. It spattered beside the scalding lava of the Volcanic Zone, evaporating into wisps of bloody mist.

On this land of intertwined ice and fire, severed limbs and shattered armor were strewn everywhere. A horrific tapestry of death was slowly unfurling along the borders of the Holy Empire.

However, this sky-blotting Arrow Rain was merely the first wave of the Holy Empire Envoys’ assault.

The scarlet glow of Bloodthirsty light still burned in the eyes of the Holy Empire Envoys. The hum of vibrating bowstrings never ceased. Arrows imbued with Demonic Destruction Power were loosed once more—splitting, multiplying, and fanning out into a sky full of cold light, pouring down wave after wave upon the routed Global Alliance Army.