Chapter 190: An Ode to Courage, A Wish for Victory
But this feeling was downright baffling; she wasn’t even sure about it herself.
It was like an epiphany—a flash of inspiration—when a voice and an image suddenly popped into her head out of thin air.
Seeing that Wind God didn’t immediately dismiss her, Fiery Conflict Across the Sky brightened up and shouted, “Wind God! Feel free to share any thoughts! No need to hold back!”
Since you’ve said that, I won’t keep my ideas to myself either.
“I have an idea that’s a bit uncertain and needs some careful construction! I need time!”
“How long?”
“Three… two minutes!”
Two minutes?
Fiery Conflict Across the Sky froze.
You mean we have to stall this BOSS for two minutes?
That’s… quite a challenge, to say the least.
Even if we can manage, how many are going to bite the dust?
Others were chattering in concern as well.
This BOSS was just mowing them down like grass—one AOE and half the party was toast. If the BOSS really got into the swing of things, two minutes could easily wipe out their under-thousand strong group.
But if the BOSS played favorites and picked off one player every five seconds, then two minutes wouldn’t mean as much d*ath.
“Wind God, are you really sure you can take down the BOSS in a second?!”
“I…”
Yuliya hesitated for a moment.
Right now, it was like she’d only seen the tip of the iceberg; she wouldn’t know how it would all work out until she tried.
But as the only true heir of the Golden Eyes, the sole person capable of peering into possible futures, this sudden inspiration could very well be a sign of fate.
If she didn’t believe in fate, she would be denying her own eyes, her own heart.
With a clenched jaw, she shouted, “Absolutely! I say we can do it!”
Silence hung in the air.
Was that enough to commit to a d*ath sentence?
Suddenly, Kailona, who had been quiet, cursed in Huaxia: “The Wind God said it’s doable, and you’re still hesitating! What, do you have a better plan, you bunch of losers?!”
Fiery Conflict Across the Sky turned to glare at her, and she shot back a glare of her own.
Then, with a slap to his forehead, Fiery Conflict Across the Sky burst out laughing. “Hahaha! We really are losers! If even the Wind God believes it, how can we not trust her!”
That laughter broke the ice, and others started chuckling along.
“True, if the Wind God can’t do it, we would’ve kicked the bucket long ago. I’m convinced!”
“It’s just d*ath! A little pain! One blink, and I’ll just pop out and keep watching you perform!”
“Stop being wishy-washy! If we’re gonna do it, let’s do it! Would a real man hide behind someone so petite?!”
“I want to be in the front!”
Different languages buzzed about, yet there was a shared understanding, their conviction aligning.
Finally, Fiery Conflict Across the Sky ordered, “Everyone, get in position!”
Yuliya prepared at the same time.
When the moment arrived, she blinked out of the battlefield and quickly zipped to a wall corner several hundred meters behind the player formation.
At that same time, the BOSS vanished, taking a player with it.
Meanwhile, Yuliya raised her sword, gently closing her eyes.
Following her inspiration, she restructured one of her skills to unleash power beyond its limits.
The skill was called—God-Slaying Slash.
A faint white light floated from her, swirling in mid-air.
But she needed more—stronger, unbreakable power.
Seconds later, the BOSS re-emerged from a crack in space.
It scanned the area but didn’t see the golden race, only hundreds of players standing in formation.
Perfect. Let’s take care of these first.
“Frontliners, charge! Backline, distraction! Limit the BOSS’s jumping!”
Charging was like rushing headfirst into d*ath, while distraction was merely a step behind.
But what Fiery Conflict Across the Sky had to do was stall for time while also hiding the last player behind a wall of bodies.
Faced with such reckless determination, the Nightmare God felt a flicker of confusion, but dismissed it.
It had faced similar people before.
Humans were always like this—utterly foolish.
In just five seconds, it went to work, as a sword took one player down, and a swing finished off a bunch more. Dozens dropped dead on the spot.
After five seconds, she entered the nightmare space once again.
This was a skill that stacked properties; once the layers were built up, even the golden race could be easily eliminated.
Players finally had a moment to catch their breath.
“Old Chen just went down, but he slashed the BOSS before he went! If I tag it twice, when I get out, he owes me breakfast for a week!”
“Dude, send me V50, and I’ll take the hits for you. 50 for a week’s worth of breakfast? Sweet deal!”
“If we all take turns stabbing the BOSS, do you think we can take it down without even needing the Wind God’s help, hahaha!”
“Brothers in the back! I dropped my potion here; remember to pick it up later!”
Before long, the BOSS popped back, and the players launched another attack.
What was called an attack was really just a s*icide mission. Very few could actually land a hit on the BOSS.
Gradually, the BOSS sensed something was off and began using its AOE skills.
Half a minute later, Yuliya’s skill started taking shape—a phantom giant sword hovered in mid-air.
The Nightmare God fixated on that giant sword, sensing the threat it posed.
A devious plot!
It charged straight toward Yuliya.
“Block it! Unleash all attacks! Use everything you’ve got!”
Players surged in, enclosing it, with frontliners pushing in desperately while the backline bombarded it.
The Nightmare God dispatched AOE attacks left and right, and with players clustered so close together, each wave claimed dozens of lives.
But it was indeed trapped; the front was clogged with bodies, and a hailstorm of magic and arrows rained down.
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It suddenly disappeared again, dragging someone into the nightmare realm.
“Our commander got pulled away!”
“Don’t panic! He set everything up in advance, I’ll keep directing! You next! And you after that!”
This time, the BOSS took ten seconds to reappear.
When it finally returned, it looked grim, hair standing on end.
“Our commander is awesome! Let’s keep fighting!”
The Nightmare God stopped utilizing the nightmare realm and switched to a ruthless, ice-cold slaughter.
Every strike was fatal, and every second saw a multitude of deaths.
Yet these players gritted their teeth, and when d*ath really loomed, smiles broke across their faces.
Incomprehensible; they were even crazier than the BOSS.
It killed who-knows-how-many, wave after wave, cycle after cycle.
Finally, it gored through the player wall, the numbers thinning out and failing to stop its advance.
It spotted the golden race at the back and zeroed in on the half-formed giant sword.
It roared and flung the surrounding players aside, leaping over the wall of bodies, heading for that target.
If it could just k*ll her, the threat would be gone!
“Oh no! The BOSS is going for it!”
“The Wind God is unguarded! How long has it been?”
“Only a minute.”
“Feels like half an hour! Is it just a minute? d*mn it!”
In that short minute, over half the players were dead, and the few remaining couldn’t form a real blockade.
They were doomed; it was their failure.
They were all worthless; even with all their might, they couldn’t even buy time!
But the players were more than just this!
A thunderous roar erupted from behind.
“k*ll!!!”
“Charge!”
Countless players either scaled the walls, slipped through gaps, or took wide loops to join in.
They were the crew returning from the underground of the royal city.
The leading commander shouted, “Everyone listen up! Block the BOSS! Buy time for the Wind God!”
“It’s time for you to truly shine! This is the final battle, this is the place of victory!”
“Charge!!!”
Players surged out, one after another.
As they charged forward, they hollered with excitement and madness.
“Let’s see who dares to call me a slacker!”
“It’s just a boss! Bring on ten of ‘em, and they can’t get past today!”
“d*e? Well, let’s drag a BOSS to the grave with us for a good deal!”
Seeing this scene, the once despairing players felt like they could see dawn. Meanwhile, the viewers in the live room were ecstatic.
The announcer, alive with excitement, yelled, “Reinforcements! The main force has arrived! Every single one of them is so valiant, so radiant!”
“They are not slackers! There are no slackers! They are warriors who fear nothing, heroes who dread not d*ath!”
“Let’s send them our sincerest prayers and give them our utmost glory! We will sing for their triumph!”
Yuliya felt each steadfast figure passing by her, listening to their wishes as if they were declarations.
The belief in her mind gradually crystallized, and the giant sword above her began to carve out details.
In a daze, she seemed to see orbs of light drawing near, merging into her form.
She heard heartfelt prayers, one after another, echoing with a thirst for victory.
All of this melded with her, delicately etching the finest patterns onto the giant sword and painting the perfect finishing touch.
Noticing the change, the Nightmare God panicked entirely.
It raised its long sword and aimed a devastating strike at Yuliya.
However, players crashed forward, creating an impenetrable wall with their bodies, absorbing the attack without letting a single ounce escape.
Before, she had stood alone as the wall, shielding everyone.
Now, everyone united to form that wall, granting her the stage to shine!
No matter how fiercely the Nightmare God attacked, be it killing hundreds or thousands, it was useless—before it stood throngs of players, a vast sea.
Finally, with a final flourish, a golden eastern dragon coiled around the giant sword.
Its thunderous roar pierced the skies as it locked its gaze on the tiny and ant-like form of the Nightmare God below.
Yuliya opened her eyes, calmly staring at the Nightmare God.
She initially hadn’t given it much thought, merely considering it a boss to defeat. But now, she felt real hatred.
Perhaps, before this place faced total destruction, countless warriors felt the same way, defiantly facing a powerful enemy.
And what of the Golden Kingdom?
Their fate was likely similar.
So, demon, you truly deserve to d*e!
“God-Slaying Slash—!”
Yuliya shouted, swinging down her sword.
The golden dragon, bearing the giant sword, descended upon the Nightmare God, an intense golden light illuminating the endless night.
With absolute confidence in her strike, this overwhelming belief was also a destined fate.
The Nightmare God before her was as good as dead!
As the dragon charged with unstoppable force, the Nightmare God finally showed fear.
It immediately activated the nightmare realm, snatching someone random to pull in.
But the dragon shattered the space apart, the giant sword instantly pulverizing everything.
The Nightmare God’s body disintegrated along with its health hitting zero.
Yuliya gazed at her new skill.
[God-Slaying Slash: A skill created by Yuliya, specifically effective against gods and demons, dealing massive damage. Cooldown Time: 240 hours.
Note: Mass Prayer Enhancement (Extra Large): Deals an additional 20% of maximum health as true damage to gods and demons.]
(And that’s a wrap! I promised to finish this in three chapters so I didn’t dare break this one—which, by the way, I ran a title test for my book and ended up with “Transforming into the Lost Princess, Selling Nuclear Bombs in the Beginner’s Village.”)
