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Everyone gasped in shock at Golden Scale TheMightyâs murderous outburst. However, they instantly understood: Since the guy was resigned to giving up on the God of Misfortune's legacy, he hoped to squeeze some kind of benefit out of the illusion.
All of the Golden Scale members immediately redirected their weapons toward the illusion and attacked.
âObnoxious! How obnoxious!â The illusion flickered nonstop, as if trembling in anger. âAbominable human, I curse you to a lifetime of torment in eternal darkness!â
âPeh!â Golden Scale TheMighty only spat in response.
âOoaarghhhh!â the illusion roared and swung his hand. A hazy white smoke appeared out of thin air and swept through the entire hall.
âDanger! Get back!â Fatty shouted. He summoned his mount and fled to the gate.
Following the elementalistâs lead, everyone summoned their mounts as quickly as possible and dashed toward the door as well. The Golden Scale party was no exception.
BOOOOM! The hall violently shook. The hazy white smoke formed a screaming gale. From within the winds, a ferociously twisting face gradually emerged. The players suddenly felt as if the space around them had become hell. A mix of roaring, groaning, shrieking, angry cursing, and the like reverberated around their ears.
âI, Stuland, in the name of the God of Misfortune, condemn youâŠâ The illusionâs attack was no longer a simple curse of misfortune. He coalesced the force of misfortune into an essence with a real form and used it to attack both body and soul.
âAhhh!â Tormented screams tore from the players swept up in the gale. Glancing back, the others watched as countless eerie faces protruded from their friendsâ bodies. The mouths opened and closed as if they were devouring the playersâ souls.
âHow horrible!â The female players were so terrified that they didnât dare look and just kept running.
Kak⊠kak⊠At that moment, the snap of something breaking outside reached their ears. While Golden Scale TheMighty and his people were clueless, the Fat Squadâs faces instantly changed.
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âGet on your mounts, go!â Fatty shouted before fleeing on his Skeletal Dragon, heedless of anything else.
Even without the elementalistâs warning, the Fat Squad already knew what was happening outside. They hastily got on their mounts and rushed after Fatty.
âOh lord, their mounts!â the Golden Scale players moaned. Pointing at the other groupâs mounts, some were even at a loss for words.
Before them, twenty-four of the twenty-five Fat Squad players rode bizarre beasts: a massive horned tiger, a winged centipede ten meters long or so, a griffin with plumage of blazing feathers, and all other kinds of fierce-looking creatures. The only one that wasnât outlandish was the notorious Undead Marshal Lei Tingâs former mount, The Hellfire Stallion.
The Golden Scale Guild had initially thought Fattyâs Skeletal Dragon very stylish; but, among this crowd, it was completely robbed of its thunder.
âWho cares about that now?! Run!â Golden Scale TheMighty coveted such imposing mounts as well; yet, seeing Fattyâs group running for their lives, he immediately knew something beyond his knowledge and extremely dangerous was happening.
The snapping sound grew faster and faster until it formed a long, unbroken racket.
When Fatty and the rest exited the hall, they were greeted by a mob of monsters intent on blocking their path.
âForce a way through!â The elementalist didnât slow and urged his Skeletal Dragon straight into the fray. Han Shen and TheFugitive rushed to cover his flanks. Both their mounts, a giant elephant and a berserk lion, were massive; thus, the three heavy beasts plowed a road at the fore, crashing and trampling monsters. The rest of the players quickly followed and tried not to get caught up in the battle.
âThis is bad! The number of monsters is increasing!â Fattyâs brow furrowed. More than a hundred monsters already tightly blocked their path. If they continued to charge in like this, everyone and their mounts would be destroyed before they could break through. âThis way!â He led the group down another route where many of the stone pillars were still intact, and the monsters inside hadnât awakened.
âKeep up with them!â Golden Scale TheMighty was terrified by the sudden herd of monsters outside as well. When a level 37 rogue reported to him of the monstersâ stats, he immediately knew that a head-on confrontation was impossible. Not to mention, there was still a super boss behind all of these monsters. Since fighting was out of the question, the Golden Scale Guild fled after Fattyâs group.
Crackle⊠As Fatty and his team approached, nearby pillars started to crumble. A bunch of monsters that seemed stronger and fiercer than the Headless Knight appeared in front of them.
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âF*ck! Those are Hellish Blood Lions! The five of us spent forever trying to kill one!â exclaimed TheFugitive, gesturing at a red-furred lion.
âThat⊠Thatâs the Demon-Faced Maneater Flower, a level 60 Yao boss! I came across one and ran like mad, but I was still nearly killed!â Han Shen also recognized a monster, he was so pumped that his whole body shivered with excitement.
âQuit it with the family reunion! Just run!â Fatty was between laughter and tears. These two are really like brothers; no wonder they both chose to be rogues.
With the three massive mounts careening about wildly at the head of the squad, normal mobs were destroyed before they could approach. From the back of the group, long-ranged players cast attacks at monsters farther ahead and pulled their aggro to lessen the burden on the stampeding trio.
âThis⊠This is too horrible! Had it been us, we definitely would have been wiped out.â ISteal&IRob clicked his tongue as he rode next to his guild master.
âThatâs why we best try to avoid getting in conflicts with these people as much as possible,â Golden Scale TheMighty soberly replied. The monstersâ strength highlighted the fact that Fattyâs team was even stronger. If the Golden Scale group had been in their shoes, they would have been tightly surrounded already.
In time, more and more monsters surged forth, including those from quite a distance away. Thud thud thud!
âSinners who profane the God, your final fate, is to be torn to pieces!â As the voice of the illusion echoed from behind the players, more monsters began to awaken.
The gate to the Hall of Misfortune was several hundred meters away from Misfortune Square. Pushing their mounts for all they were worth, Fatty and his companions finally managed to break away from the mobs before the monster army could surround them.
âToo thrilling!â As he pulled at the reins of his mount, TheFugitive heaved a sigh of relief and actually felt the fun of it.
âFeeling good?â Fatty turned to him and grinned evilly.
TheFugitive glanced warily at the elementalist. âWhy do you ask?â
âHurry and run! The monsters are still gaining!â HeadofGod reminded the duo.
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âWeâre leaving just like that? We still didnât get the Misfortune gear,â said Fatty woefully. However, he had to admit that retreating was a wise choice when he looked back at the advancing army of monsters.
âIgnorant sinners, you shall not escape!â The illusion still wailed in its hall.
âChase after us if you have the guts! This Lord Fatty will fight you one-on-one then!â Fatty barked over a shoulder.
âThe dignity of God forbids all defiance! Defilers, accept Godâs judgement!â The God of Misfortune screamed his final decree; and, everyone turned to see a hazy fog swirl straight into the sky.
Heaven and earth grew dim and gloom. The land rumbled and crumbled away. Bottomless pits formed as the ground fractured, looking like portals to Hell that would consume anything.
âWhatâs this?â
âWhat happened?!â Everyone reined in their mounts. The ground before them had started to crack and fall away. Every step was precarious.
Out of the sky, a massive face appeared; it was hazy, but the voice was thunderous and shook the entire realm.
âI, God of Misfortune Stuland, in the name of all that is sacred, condemn you all to a life of misfortune!â
âMisfortune, misfortune, misfortune! Canât you think of anything new?! All this time, and I donât even know what your misfortune even looks like!â Jiangdongâs LittleOverlord roared with rage.
Zwip! Debris suddenly ripped through the air and dangerously grazed Jiangdongâs LittleOverlordâs forehead, drawing blood.
â@$&@#%#$!â Jiangdongâs LittleOverlord cursed and jabbed a finger at the massive face; heâd never been so infuriated.
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âEveryone, watch out! The God of Misfortune is drawing on the power of the entire nation. Itâs not something we can take on. We have to leave, fast!â Golden Scale TheMighty loudly commanded.
The power of the Nation of Misfortune? Everyoneâs heart skipped a beat. They knew full well how terrifying the power of a whole nation could be. In the past, Lei Tingâs newly formed nation could already withstand the attacks of thousands despite being incomplete.
âThe Godâs dignity forbids usurpation! The Godâs Nation forbids desecration. You defilers shall meet with Godâs judgement!â
The millions of towering pillars of Misfortune Square had all crumbled upon opening. The Hall of Misfortune collapsed to ruin with them. As the voice from the featureless face grew more and more imposing, it created a resonance that swept in all directions and left one feeling that there was no place to hide.
Everyoneâs brows knitted as they looked at the path before them. âWhat do we now?â The road was impossible to pass unless they flew. But, they had nowhere safe to fly to either. The Recall Scroll couldnât be used in special maps. If they couldnât escape the Paradise of Misfortune, they wouldnât be able to escape the illusionâs assault.
âLook! Whatâs that?!â
Everyoneâs gazes followed Han Shenâs finger. Innumerable figures crawled from the cracks in the ground and stumbled toward the players. The creaturesâ limbs appeared rigid, their eyes held no light, and their bodies were of an ashen color.
âSpirits of Misfortune? No, wait! Theyâre not Spirits of Misfortune.â
âWhatever they are, theyâre nothing good. What do we do?â
The Fat Squad and Golden Scale party had finally reunited; however, they were all at the end of their wits. The illusion of a God was still a God; his true power was nothing they could defend against.
âMy dear friends, did you find the item I asked for?â Suddenly, Sevik appeared before the rabble and looked upon them affectionately
âSevik!â Fatty sharply pulled at his reins and eyed Sevik vigilantly.
âWahahaha! Seems you got it! Otherwise, the mighty God of Misfortune wouldnât risk the destruction of his nation to attack you.â The smile on Sevikâs face grew wider. âAccording to our agreement, youâll hand the Heart of Malediction over to me, no?â
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