Chapter 431 The Great War of Ront City [Part 4]
Villain Ch 431. The Great War of Ront City [Part 4]
Elio and the tank players advanced fearlessly, their weapons at the ready, as they prepared to engage the relentless enemy horde. With unwavering determination, they clashed with the oncoming monsters, their weapons striking down the creatures one by one. The tanks formed an unyielding wall of defense, their ranks like large shields that repulsed the enemy onslaught.
The metallic clang of swords and shields meeting monstrous flesh filled the air as the knights and paladins fought valiantly. With each swing and strike, they carved a path through the enemy ranks, destroying the front row of monsters that dared to approach the city's gates.
Their eyes remained fixed on the gigantic Behemoth, its massive presence looming over the battlefield. It was a daunting foe, and their focus shifted between battling the lesser monsters and keeping a vigilant watch on the devil emperor, who rode atop the monstrous creature.
Witnessing their fight, the emperor wasted no time in giving his command. "Crush them!" he ordered, his voice echoing over the chaotic battlefield. The massive creature responded, its two front legs raising high, ready to come crashing down upon Elio and his valiant troops as they approached.
Elio, displaying quick thinking and leadership, immediately issued a counter-command. "Spread out!" he ordered with urgency in his voice. His troops swiftly reacted to his order. They dispersed in all directions, avoiding the imminent splatting attempt by the Behemoth's colossal limbs.
With swift and synchronized movements, Elio and his valiant knights and paladins propelled their mighty mounts at breakneck speeds, each rider and steed pushing themselves to the limit. The Behemoth's massive legs descended with destructive force, aiming to obliterate them in a single stomp.
- THUMP!
The Behemoth's colossal form landed on both feet. The very earth beneath it quaked in response. The ground trembled, and a shockwave rippled outward, creating a powerful vibration that resonated through the surrounding area. The once-advancing monsters were caught off guard by the sheer force of the impact, and many of them stumbled and collapsed, unable to withstand the unleashed power.
At the very last second, just as the monstrous limbs were about to make contact with the ground, Elio and his troops executed their daring maneuver. They expertly veered away, their steeds responding with agility and precision, narrowly escaping the devastating stomp of the Behemoth. The ground quaked beneath them as the colossal impact sent tremors through the battlefield, but Elio's decisive action had ensured their survival.
The wind, now carrying a cloud of dust and debris, swept through the battlefield, further obscuring visibility and adding an air of chaos to the already tumultuous scene.
Among the players, a few unfortunate players were also caught in the shockwave, their mounts bucking and tossing them to the ground. Some brave players managed to hold onto their steeds, their faces determined and resolute, refusing to yield to the turmoil.
Elio, a beacon of unwavering leadership, clung to his mount with an iron grip, his eyes locked onto the half of the menacing Behemoth before him. He maintained his balance, determined to face this formidable adversary head-on, ready to lead his troops to victory against all odds.
"Hit the legs!" Elio's voice rang out amidst the chaos, cutting through the disarray like a clarion call. His command was clear and direct, a rallying cry for his troops to focus their attacks. With a swift kick of his heels, he urged his mount forward, charging straight toward the colossal Behemoth. His unwavering gaze remained fixed on his target—the massive hind legs of the towering beast.
The knights and paladins, undeterred by the looming danger, tightened their grips on their reins. With unwavering determination, they advanced toward the colossal Behemoth's legs, their weapons poised and at the ready. The clash of steel against monstrous flesh was imminent, and they were prepared to strike with all their might. Each warrior's face bore a steely resolve as they aimed to bring down the formidable foe that threatened their city.
Elio's sword sliced through the air with unparalleled force as it struck the Behemoth's colossal leg. The monster's above-average endurance was put to the test as the blade left a deep gash in its flesh. The Behemoth roared in pain and fury, its enormous leg trembling from the impact.
Around him, the other knights and paladins followed suit, attacking the monster's legs with precision and unwavering determination. Their weapons made contact with the Behemoth's hide, each blow chipping away at its strength. They knew that immobilizing the creature's legs was their best chance at victory, and they fought relentlessly to achieve that goal.
With each blow, they aimed to weaken the monster's stability, knowing that immobilizing it was their key to victory. As they swung their weapons with precision, they also kept an eye on the smaller monsters that tried to encircle them. With well-timed strikes, they dispatched these creatures, preventing them from overwhelming their forces.
Meanwhile, the emperor was under a relentless barrage of attacks from the ranged players. Arrows, spells, and projectiles of all kinds were hurled at him, forcing him to maintain a strong defense. He knew that the situation was becoming increasingly dire, with the tanks effectively targeting the Behemoth's legs.
Shea had ceased her hypnotic melody, as the ranged players had turned their attention to her. Jane's Specters were busy engaging the warriors with swords coated in Holy water.
As the tanks and Elio continued their relentless assault on the Behemoth's legs, their efforts began to yield results. The gigantic monster started to waver, its immense frame becoming less stable. The ground beneath them shook as the Behemoth struggled to maintain its balance.
Noticing their disadvantage, some of the boss monsters and mini-boss monsters began to retreat, opting to fight from a safer distance where they could use their ranged skills.
Similarly, the emperor's subordinates, who had been engaged in close combat, decided to retreat as well. They recognized the danger posed by the relentless siege of melee players and preferred to attack from a safer distance, launching spells and projectiles at the players from afar.
Even Vivian and Zoe, who had been holding their ground against the melee players, realized that the situation was growing too perilous. They chose to retreat and regroup, planning to use their abilities to their advantage from a safer position.
The players, sensing the shift in the battle's momentum, pressed their advantage further, determined to overcome the Behemoth and the emperor's forces.
They were filled with a growing sense of excitement and determination. For the first time, it seemed like they had the upper hand in this epic battle against the villains. They fought with renewed vigor, hoping to drive the enemy back.
However, unbeknownst to the players on the front lines, a hidden threat lurked within the heart of the city. Concealed among the shadows of the buildings, a slime continued its silent and unnoticed advance. It moved with calculated precision, getting closer and closer to its target.
Once the slime drew near to its destination, it abruptly dispelled its camouflage skill. In an instant, the slime transformed into the imposing figure of the devil emperor, his black armor encasing his body. A sinister smirk curled on his lips as he muttered a taunting word, "Fool..."
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