hotmtlnovel Chapter 132 - 132: Wrath
Chapter 132 - 132: Wrath
They weren't the only ones who had that thought. The moment Marcus Skeiner spotted the incoming wave of NPCs, he wasted no time. He issued a rallying call in the guild, summoning every available member to Duskridge.
Other players quickly followed suit, reporting the situation in their own guilds. Before long, the major guilds started mobilizing, sending reinforcements in droves.
Everyone wanted a piece of the action.
Within minutes, a flood of players teleported into Duskridge, overwhelming the once-quiet town. At first, some had retreated after hearing the system alert. But now, with reinforcements pouring in, the town became packed beyond belief.
Guilds from Northern Frontier Region—Wasteland Dominion, Eternal Glory, Unrivaled Honor, Whispering Bamboo, and others, each sent thousands of members.
Even Whispering Bamboo, a guild composed entirely of female players, showed up with an army of thousands, drawing the attention of every nearby player.
A Demigod-tier monster dropping a single piece of gear was an opportunity no one could ignore. The entire town sprang into action. Towers extended their ballistae and cannons, ready for battle.
Ethan looked up.
The Evolved Ancient Riftwalker loomed above, its massive wings, dark as a raven's, casting an ominous shadow over the town. A deep hum filled the air as the creature chanted a spell, black clouds rapidly consuming the sky.
Yet, it didn't attack immediately.
It simply hovered there, scanning the town as if
Frustrating.
Through the gap, Ethan's gaze locked onto the Riftwalker. At that exact moment, its head snapped toward him.
Their eyes met.
"Shit."
As expected, the Riftwalker adjusted mid-air, tucking its wings back for another dive attack.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Finally, the ballistae and cannons stationed on the town walls and watchtowers roared to life. Massive bolts and cannon shells slammed into the Riftwalker's body.
"Kraaahhh!"
It shrieked in pain, its altitude rising slightly in response to the attacks.
"You pathetic humans… all of you will die!"
Clearly, the assault had enraged it.
A guttural incantation rolled from its throat, words incomprehensible yet brimming with power. Above, the sky twisted, forming a massive vortex. From its swirling core, a fifty-meter-wide sphere of purple-black energy began to descend.
"Activate the town's barrier!" Roland Carter shouted from the tower.
[ALERT! ALERT! Duskridge is under attack by a high-tier entity!]
A siren blared through every player's interface.
A golden-transparent shield expanded over Duskridge, enveloping the town in a protective dome.
BOOM!
The dark sphere smashed against the barrier, detonating on impact. Like ink igniting, black flames splattered across the shield, clinging to it instead of dissipating.
The entire town trembled. Players felt the heat seeping through, even from behind the protective layer. Unlike normal fire, this dark flame continued to burn, eating away at the shield like corrosive acid.
The world outside turned eerily dark, as though smothered by thick ink.
"Fire!" Roland's command echoed through the city.
Every ballista and cannon unleashed another wave of destruction. Countless bolts, cannonballs, and magical projectiles tore through the sky, converging on the Riftwalker.
Players joined the assault.
Tens of thousands filled the streets, and nearly every guild had sent ranged fighters—Archers, Mages, Warlocks, and Priests, to battle the airborne threat.
Melee players? Only a few could be seen. Everyone had heard: This thing flies. So there wasn't really any point bringing a sword to a sky battle.
Despite the relentless assault, the Riftwalker kept casting. Under its attacks, the protective barrier began to crack.
CRACK!
Then—
BOOM!
The barrier shattered.
With nothing left in its way, the Riftwalker dove straight into the town. Its massive foot came crashing down. An entire building crumbled beneath its weight, debris exploding outward.
Players scattered. The real fight had begun.