Everyone's Class: One Effort, 10,000x Bonus Reward!

"Kill them!"

The roar of battle tore through the stormy night.

In the northwest, east, and southwest of Sovereign City, blinding blood-red lights rose at the same time.

"Rumble!"

The heavy city gates slowly opened with a deep grinding sound, revealing the dark and savage night outside.

At that very moment, seven rebel ministers opened the gates of Sovereign City, the capital of the Great Shaw Empire, to the Evil Demons Guild.

"Damn it! The gates have fallen!"

"The rebels are inside the city! Run!"

Terrified screams rang out one after another. The once-prosperous Sovereign City instantly turned into a living hell.

Countless black-clad Reclassers poured into the streets like a flood. Their eyes were blood-red, and their bodies gave off a violent Abyssal demonic aura.

They were death warriors strengthened by the Evil Demons Guild’s secret methods. They felt no pain, and their combat power had greatly increased, far beyond that of normal Reclassers.

Felix stood on a high place in a black robe, looking down at Sovereign City as it burned. A cruel sneer curled on his lips.

"Eira, after tonight, the Great Shaw Empire will no longer have an Empress."

Behind him, a huge and chilling black shadow appeared and disappeared in the darkness. It released a suffocating pressure that belonged to a Venerable above level 90.

It was one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Evil Demons Guild—

The Dark Dragon Heavenly King.

...

In front of the main gate of the palace, the rain poured down, but it could not put out the flames of war.

"Get the hell out of my way!"

A savage roar shook the night sky.

Luke, a level 79 "Tyrant Cleric," was covered in blood. He held a silver cross high in his right hand, while his left hand gripped a massive war hammer.

"Holy Light Judgment!"

Boom!

A violent golden beam crashed down, instantly crushing dozens of charging rebels into a mist of blood.

Although he was a healing class, he fought even more fiercely than a warrior. At the main gate, he had built a defensive line with blood and bodies.

Behind him, the elites of the Reclasser Association were locked in a brutal battle with the rebels. Blood flowed across the ground like a river.

But there were simply too many rebels. They kept coming without end, and under the endless human tide, the defensive line was starting to shake.

...

At the same time, the inside of the palace was filled with killing intent.

"Traitors deserve death!"

James, the War God of the Great Shaw Empire, held a long spear in his hand. His expression was cold as he led the elite imperial guards to wipe out the hidden traitors inside the palace.

Wherever his spear light flashed, rebel imperial officers had their throats cut and fell to the ground.

Deep inside the rear halls of the palace, in an extremely secret royal passageway...

"Move! As long as we kill the Empress, the Great Shaw Empire will be ours!"

Owen’s face was twisted with madness as he led a squad of elite death warriors from the Evil Demons Guild through the darkness at high speed.

All of these death warriors were top Assassins above level 80, skilled in silent killing.

The exit of the secret passage was right behind the Empress’s bedchamber.

However, when Owen kicked open the hidden door to the chamber, he suddenly froze.

Inside the bedchamber, there was no panic.

No maids.

Only a single lonely lamp.

And standing there was a breathtaking woman in a golden phoenix robe, her hands clasped behind her back.

It was Eira, Empress of the Great Shaw Empire.

"I have been waiting for you."

Eira slowly turned around. There was no warmth in her phoenix-like eyes, only endless authority and coldness.

"No! It’s a trap! Retreat!"

Owen’s scalp went numb with fear, and he shouted in panic.

"Since you are already here, none of you will leave."

Eira brushed her hand across her waist, and a golden sword engraved with mountains and rivers was instantly drawn from its sheath.

"Roar—! Hall!"

With a dragon roar that shook the entire chamber, a giant golden dragon formed from the national fortune of the Great Shaw Empire suddenly appeared inside the bedchamber.

The Golden Dragon of National Destiny roared, and a terrifying imperial pressure instantly sealed the whole secret passage.

"Slash!"

Eira swung her sword.

A brilliant golden sword light fell like a river of stars from the heavens, lighting up the entire passage in an instant.

"Slash!"

The three Evil Demons Guild elites at the front did not even have time to scream before they were torn to pieces by the sword energy.

"No... This is impossible!"

Owen’s legs went weak from terror. He collapsed to the floor, and his pants were instantly soaked.

He never imagined that the Empress, who was supposed to be completely unprepared, could have such terrifying power.

"Run! Run now!"

Owen scrambled backward into the depths of the secret passage, crawling and stumbling. All of his earlier arrogance was gone.

Eira looked coldly in the direction he fled, but she did not chase after him.

Her gaze turned toward the main gate of the palace.

That was where the battle that would decide the fate of the Great Shaw Empire was truly being fought.

...

Boom!

With a deafening crash, one side of the palace’s front wall was blasted apart.

Luke gasped for breath. His cleric robe had long been dyed red with blood. It was impossible to tell whether it belonged to his enemies or to him.

"Luke, we can’t hold them much longer! More than half our men are dead or wounded!"

A badly injured Reclasser shouted in despair.

Outside the gate, more than a thousand rebels wrapped in demonic energy showed cruel smiles. They were preparing for the final charge.

And in the void above them, the terrifying pressure of the Dark Dragon Heavenly King was slowly becoming real.

A sense of despair spread through everyone’s hearts.

"You trash of the Great Shaw Empire, die!"

A level 89 rebel general laughed wildly. He swung his giant sword and led hundreds of heavily armored death warriors in a thunderous charge.

The defensive line was about to collapse completely.

But at that critical moment—

Buzz!

The heavy rain above Sovereign City suddenly froze in midair.

Countless raindrops hanging in the sky were dyed a brilliant dark gold.

Then, from beyond the clouds, a terrifying pressure of law descended. It stood above all living beings, powerful enough to make even gods tremble.

"That is..."

Luke suddenly looked up, his pupils shrinking.

In the thick thunderclouds, a young and tall figure was walking through the air, step by step.

Aiden’s face was calm and indifferent. He slowly raised his right hand. In his palm, a dark-gold ball of lightning formed from the pure Law of Thunder was jumping wildly.

He looked down at the rebels rushing forward like a tidal wave, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"A bunch of ants think they can touch the Great Shaw Empire?"

Aiden lightly tapped the air with his fingertip and calmly said four words:

"Thunder Punishment—Ten Thousand Tribulations."

[Ding! The host is releasing a thunder-type skill. 10,000x critical hit successfully triggered!]

[Critical hit successful! Understanding of the Law of Thunder has temporarily risen to the limit. Skill power increased by 10,000 times!]

Rumble—!

In an instant, the night sky above the entire Sovereign City was torn apart.

A terrifying dark-gold bolt of lightning, more than a hundred meters wide, fell from the heavens like a spear meant to destroy the world.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to be filled with nothing but that blinding lightning.

The hundreds of rebel death warriors at the very front did not even have time to scream. Under the thunder law enhanced by the 10,000x critical hit, they were instantly burned into charcoal.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Countless rebels stared in horror at the young figure walking out from the sea of thunder. Without thinking, they all took a step back.

"Aid... Aiden!"

No one knew who screamed his name in terror, but it instantly spread panic across the entire battlefield.

Luke wiped the blood from his face. Looking at the back of the man standing in front of him, he finally let out a long breath.

"Kid, if you had come one second later, I would have died here today."

Aiden did not look back. He only said three calm words:

"I am here."

Simple words, but they carried absolute confidence that no one could question.

"Hmph. Arrogant brat. Do you really think no one in the Great Shaw Empire can deal with you?"

Suddenly, a cold snort, as if it came from the deepest part of the Abyss, exploded from the rear of the battlefield.

The void shook violently. In that instant, the heavy rain was torn apart by an invisible force.

A huge, cold black shadow slowly walked out from behind the rebel army.

He wore heavy armor covered in dragon scales. His eyes were a strange dark purple, and thick black demonic energy wrapped around his body, making it hard to breathe.

He was one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Evil Demons Guild, a Venerable above level 90—

The Dark Dragon Heavenly King!

With every step he took, the terrifying pressure of a Venerable pressed down on everyone like a mountain.

"Aiden, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

A cruel smile appeared on the Dark Dragon Heavenly King’s face. His terrifying killing intent locked onto Aiden.

"You talk too much."

Aiden’s face remained calm. His right hand trembled slightly, and tiny cracks appeared in the air around him.

"You are courting death!"

The Dark Dragon Heavenly King flew into a rage and slammed his hands together.

"Nether Realm of the Dark Dragon, open!"

Boom!

In an instant, an indescribable dark power spread wildly from his body.

In the blink of an eye, half of the palace was covered by thick, ink-like darkness.

Inside the domain, all light was swallowed up. It was so dark that no one could see their own hand in front of their face.

The temperature dropped to freezing in an instant, and a layer of ghostly blue frost quickly formed on the ground.

"Roar—!"

In the darkness, countless giant dark dragon phantoms rushed through the domain. They let out roars that seemed able to tear the soul apart, then charged toward Aiden all at once.

This was the absolute power of a Venerable.

Inside his domain, the Dark Dragon Heavenly King was the ruler.

"Cheap tricks."

Facing the dark dragon phantoms rushing at him from all directions, Aiden let out a cold laugh. Disdain flashed in his eyes.

With a thought, the Space Law and the Law of Thunder inside his body surged out at the same time.

[Ding! The host is using the Space Law. 10,000x critical hit successfully triggered!]

Crack!

The space around Aiden shattered like a mirror.

With the power of the 10,000x critical hit, the Space Law turned into countless invisible blades of the void, cutting wildly through the surrounding darkness.

The border of the Nether Realm of the Dark Dragon, which had seemed impossible to break, was torn open by force, leaving a huge gap.

"Be purified!"

Aiden pointed forward.

The dark-gold Law of Thunder instantly turned into a giant beast of lightning and rampaged through the domain.

Wherever the blinding lightning passed, the cold shadow power melted away like snow under the sun, making sharp sizzling sounds.