Chapter 408: Your Plot-Killing World Boss Is Now Live
As the Excavators clashed with the so-called Real Protection Association members, a dazzling array of weapons unleashed a chaotic barrage, with explosions and roars becoming the only melody of this urban area.
They touched the virtual panel in front of them, skillfully controlling every detail they could manage, with guns and cannon barrels spewing continuous tongues of fire.
Each macro adjustment represented a tactical macro game, while the combat assistance AI meticulously calculated the precise landing points of every b*llet and shell.
This was not just a clash of human brain limits, but a collision of combat power, financial resources, and special effects.
Amidst the towering skyscrapers, the only cover available were the buildings themselves, turning the vast urban area into the main battlefield for these two factions.
Countless ordinary people were caught in a calamity at this moment, especially within the high-rise buildings where blaring alarms warned those still present to seek their own salvation.
“d*mn it! Are you crazy?! You’re targeting me, not those buildings! Do you have any idea how many people will d*e from that shell?!”
“What? Are you angry about the deaths of those NPCs? Since you care so much, why don’t you use your body to shield them!” As he spoke, he scattered firepower across all the buildings within his sight, not to mention how many people it could k*ll, but it certainly vented his frustration toward these guys in front of him.
In their opinion, these members of the Real Protection Association were just a bunch of brain-dead fools, absurdly getting emotionally involved with game characters, thinking that these characters were also lives that shouldn’t be indiscriminately slaughtered!
The leaders of the Real Protection Association were even more delusional, believing that the games on the All Worlds Terminal platform were real existing worlds, and that these characters were real living beings!
Their reasons were still so grandiose, as they went to great lengths to prove that the All Worlds Terminal and its higher-ups were hiding the truth from the public, wanting to expose the truth.
Now, the Real Protection Association had become like a rat in the street, believed to have an ideology that strongly misled the public, and they had even been regarded as a terrorist organization or cult by the international community.
Just as their battle was escalating to a fiery stage, suddenly a sound different from the explosions of firearms roared out from the sky above.
Immediately, a fierce flame erupted from the broken glass curtain wall of a skyscraper, the intense heat distorting that section of the wall.
Both sides instinctively paused; the terrifying flames were an entirely different concept from the smoke produced by their explosions.
In their understanding, the more dazzling the special effects, the stronger the power; such terrifying flames could surpass incendiary weaponry by far.
While they were momentarily stunned, a figure stepped out of the flames, standing above the raging fire, the crimson flames adorning her stunning silhouette, her original outfit swathed in fire.
At this moment, she looked like the Queen of Flames, as the fire bowed to her every movement.
And for those who were dumbfounded, the one thing that snapped them back to reality was her icy gaze; that look swept over everyone present, sending shivers down their spines.
Feeling that overwhelming fire beyond nature, even the high-rolling players could not help but swallow hard, their expressions quite grim.
But the members of the Real Protection Association were exhilarated, as if this powerful entity were their ally.
Just as they wanted to call out to get her attention, the fiery figure paused in mid-air, and an even more terrifying flame began to coalesce.
If the earlier burst of flames had brought a stunning visual feast, now it was an enthusiastic invitation from the burning hell.
The terrifying fire burned from the colorless void, a horrifying heatwave swept outward from that figure, the surrounding temperature becoming unlivable, the ground’s greenery turning yellow under the extreme heat, and signs of cracks beginning to appear on the building’s facade.
The Excavators, lacking full-body armor or temperature protection, let out chilling shrieks as they crawled away, trying to escape this high-temperature area; the heatwave seared their bodies, curling the hair on their skin.
Meanwhile, the Excavators with powerful equipment also received automatic alerts or warnings from the auxiliary AI system regarding abnormal increases in surface temperature, urging them to quickly leave the area.
All of this was merely the aftereffects of residual power. At this moment, they stared incredulously at the figure above the flames, as the intense fire coalesced into a breathtaking spectacle in the sky, monstrous flames simmering like clouds.
Soon, these flames gradually formed a humanoid figure; it was a sprite, her eyes narrowed, cradling her hands as if guarding that figure.
“d*mn…”
Seeing such a celestial spectacle of terrifying might, every Excavator silently conceived the thought that they couldn’t win against the opponent.
Even the members of the Real Protection Association swallowed hard instinctively; how had things developed so differently from what they anticipated?
What had these guys gotten themselves into?!
Had they directly breached the very vein of this game, releasing the final boss?!
But it was clear that there was no extra time for them to think, for that figure was already charging toward them!
As that figure rushed over, flames transformed into ultimate fiery wings attached to her, and with each flap, a wave of intense heat rushed toward them.
As she got closer, they could finally see that silhouette; as the flames burned, it formed a dazzling and blinding crown from above, while the sprite carried it aloft.
With a flick of her hand, flames coalesced into a fiery spear, and with a casting motion, the spear pulled the flames in the sky like a funnel, empowering her strike.
People in the distance felt an ominous turn from the sky; their cold sweat evaporating under the extreme heat.
“Run!” At this moment of crisis, the Excavators could only shout those two words and sprint away.
However, among the fleeing crowd, there was one figure moving against the tide, heading toward the entity that terrified all the Excavators.
“President! Don’t go!”
“President! That Catastrophe Witch obviously considers us aligned with those guys! Don’t go to your d*ath!”
“Don’t mind me! Protect my gear! This kind of… such power, she’s absolutely worth the risk!” The person called the president was actually a branch leader of the Real Protection Association.
He had completely disregarded everyone’s objections and was heading toward that figure; even though he knew the hope was slim, he felt it was the only opportunity for the Real Protection Association. Otherwise, future interactions with this witch would become exceedingly difficult!
Thus, the initial attitude must be implemented promptly, even at the cost of a life.
His only worry was whether this figure would delete his account upon killing him; he remembered that the guy who posted the strategy thread was killed by this witch, even losing his account. That’s why he had grudgingly released the strategy thread.
So… he firmly believed that this witch before him was the proof that the so-called open world game of their Real Protection Association truly existed in another realm!
Everyone was wrong!
At this moment.
I felt this immense power; was this still the blessing of Elemental Sprite I recognized?
Or was it that even Ninglan New City was somewhat suppressed by a significant weakening spell? After all… Ninglan New City was also a part of the Main World.
And here was truly another world, completely detached from the Main World!
This sensation of freely wielding extraordinary power was incredibly addictive; controlling and commanding the fire element made anything seemed as insignificant as ants, even giving me the illusion that I could easily destroy this city.
Thinking back, wasn’t Tan Han’s ancient ice transformation technique similar?
And this was just achieved through a two-digit fire fairy transformation technique and the blessing of a three-digit elemental sprite.
Indeed, the Main World was suppressing the extraordinary way too harshly.
Perhaps the seniors of Witch Academy still don’t realize that their power in another world has become an existence capable of destroying worlds.
Now thinking about how peaceful the Main World can be… it’s truly a miracle; had any individual with powerful strength been slightly deranged, the Main World would not know peace.
Just as I threw the fiery spear from my hand, I saw a figure moving against the crowd toward me.
Such an anomaly naturally made me very alert, as this type of person would either be suicidal or simply not very bright.
The other party also had flying gear, quickly approaching my direction.
Until that fiery spear detonated in the distance, releasing horror from the sky, crashing flames instantly expanding outward, its might comparable to a small tactical nuclear bomb, destroying everything in its vicinity, including buildings, streets, and greenery; within such a short time, they could hardly escape far, even those who could fly faced the same predicament as the vast shockwave approached me.
With a wave of my hand, the fire element directly countered the explosion’s impact hurtling toward me, assimilating the swirling flames.
That person rushing toward me instinctively turned to look at the ascending explosion; the exploding fire elements obliterated the core area the fiery spear struck, the resultant fiery elements swirling with dust formed a terrifying mushroom cloud.
It was evident that those Excavators were utterly dead; this was my first time engaging in such a large-scale slaughter and clearly recognizing my true battle strength at this moment.
Yet, there wasn’t a shred of pity within me, even knowing that more ordinary people had died in this strike than those Excavators.
Life… truly is a fragile thing.
“What is your purpose for coming here?” I looked at the figure still approaching me, who was not armed but donned armor that would allow him to survive amidst flames and extreme heat.
Given the earlier situation of internal conflict within their ranks, this one… surely doesn’t want to ally with me, does he?
“Stop! Please spare me! I mean no harm!” A voice reached me through a megaphone along with that figure’s arrival.
The sound was so loud that it was almost distorted.
“State your intentions.” I replied tersely.
Then a wall of flames emerged, separating him from me; the scorching heat made it difficult for him to move, as I was unsure whether he had a hidden card to play; if he truly meant to go down together, I didn’t want to d*e with him.
In such critical moments, caution was paramount; I wasn’t blinded by the power I controlled at this moment, as I understood that such strength was still insufficient, far from enough!
“I am a member of the Real Protection Association! Aimed at protecting non-player ordinary people, as long as we exist, we will resist those reckless players to the end!”
“Interesting…” I focused my gaze slightly, realizing he was seemingly the first to speak the term “player” without censorship!
From this, it became evident how this individual differed from others before.
“Well, given that I just killed so many ordinary people, will you still resist me?”
“This…” Sudden questioning caused him to falter, “No! You aren’t a player… We only oppose those like ourselves, who casually treat this real existing world as if it’s a game, your actions do not contradict our ideology…”
Listening to his stuttering words, it seemed I had exerted too much pressure on him.
However, my real question was whether this self-proclaimed member of the Real Protection Association was credible, and what role he played in his original world.
Was he a rebel discovering the truth and stopping evil deeds, or just a simple do-gooder, using this as an excuse to build influence and make money in their world?
But regardless, this was an opportunity, a chance for me to understand them!
“Enough! Give me a reason not to k*ll you!” I interrupted him directly.
Of course, this was mainly because I wanted to avoid hearing more of the statements I didn’t care for; I was indicating that he should offer some valuable information to attract my interest. His long-winded speech was really an attempt to leverage my power or influence, right?
I was giving him a chance to attract my attention; if he missed this opportunity, then d*ath it would be. Although I understood that for them, d*ath was merely logging out; even if I destroyed their bodies, perhaps when they logged back, they would inhabit another shell.
“You… I…” He was cut off abruptly and realized his earlier lengthy discourse had been futile. This was the gap created by the difference in strength; attaining an equal chance for dialogue required adequate sacrifice.
“I can tell you… everything about our world… as long as… I can say it…” Under pressure and feeling the difference in strength, he pled with difficulty.
“Good!”
At this moment, I smiled slightly, agreeing readily. Wasn’t this just another world’s informant? I liked it!
