Chapter 1338 1304: True God Realm: Dark Night Elf

One of the three main cities in the Australian War Zone, Bris City, is now already packed with countless players from the Australian War Zone:

"This is our last main city in the Australian War Zone, we absolutely cannot let it fall into the hands of the Demon Race."

"If this city is lost again, we will become homeless dogs just like the He Clan."

"Fight to the death and never retreat!!"

"These damned beasts, however many come, we'll kill that many."

Amidst the commotion, there was a group of people passionately shouting:

"Fight alongside the city, never retreat!"

"Fight alongside the city, never retreat!"

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Some people watching this scene had faces full of worry:

"Now the Demon Race is everywhere outside the city, how can we defend it?"

But not everyone could maintain an optimistic mindset about the current situation.

Some even had plans for their own retreat:

"If this city is taken by the Demon Race again, I'll switch to the United States War Zone."

"I heard over there is not affected by the Demon Race."

This statement immediately gained the agreement of many:

"Me too."

"Now the only War Zone that remains strong is the United States War Zone."

"I feel going there will definitely lead to better improvement."

But some were angered by this:

"Damn Demon Race!"

"Why do I feel like the Demon Race here is much more than those seen taking cities online!"

Someone stood on the city wall, looking out to see only an endless army of the Demon Race outside Bris City.

Visible are the terrifying numbers of the Demon Race.

Their overwhelming pressure was enough to suffocate a person.

Someone said:

"With so many Demons, even if they stood still for us to kill, it would take days and nights, right?"

"Is this something we players can stop?"

Just then, a loud roar came:

"What is everyone doing!"

"Just a mere Demon Race, are we not even better than those brainless Demons?"

"Everyone below level Lv40, get out and make room."

Simultaneously, this statement also displayed in bright red text on the war zone channel of the Australian War Zone.

When they saw the name of the speaker, "Henry," everyone around was suddenly stunned, standing there, afraid to move.

The crowd turned towards the voice, only to see "Henry," the number one in the Australian War Zone.

At this moment, he was wearing Furious Beast Armor, striding proudly forward with a group of natives.

Looking at the confident expression on Henry's face, there was not a trace of fear from being surrounded by the Demon Race.

When some players saw the natives behind Henry, waves of astonishment arose from the crowd:

"That's the City Lord of Bris City, he is said to be a powerful Demigod."

A middle-aged man dressed in ornate clothing stood out like a crane among chickens behind Henry.

The players of the Australian War Zone were most familiar with this person.

As the City Lord of Bris City, Kabuda was fairly well-known among players in the Australian War Zone.

His appearance was without a doubt a strong tonic for the players.

Though this tonic didn't last long:

"The City Lord being a Demigod is strong, but outside the city are dozens of Demonic King Demigods, so what use is it?"

The player who spoke was immediately glared at by people around him, causing him to shrink his head.

Though that's how it was said, everyone knew it was an undeniable fact.

A Demigod-level City Lord couldn't save the current Australian War Zone from its impending fate.

While everyone was worrying about it, Henry suddenly stopped midway up the castle stairs and shouted to the players inside the city:

"We will definitely win this city defense battle in the Australian War Zone!"

Countless players below couldn't help but look at each other in disbelief, not understanding what it was they were supposed to rely on for victory at this moment.

Was it just a loud slogan?

Of course not!

Henry suddenly stepped aside, revealing a dark-skinned man with a brooding expression behind him.

But the most attention-grabbing feature of this man was not his dark purple skin, but the pair of long ears on his head, just like those of an Elf.

Someone recognized this man's identity, and immediately exclaimed:

"That's the Dark Elf from Whispering Forest!"

Upon this reminder, the players around started to respond:

"The mysterious Dark Night Elf Race from Whispering Forest!"

"Gasp~"

"How did President Henry manage to invite them? My God!"

"Isn't it said that the Dark Night Elf Race is most opposed to humans? Why would they come out?"

"It's so incredible."

But what still invigorated the spirits of everyone was Henry's sentence:

"This is Stephent, a peerless genius from the Dark Elf Race."

"His current strength is..."

At this point, Henry couldn't help but pause.

Looking at the countless longing eyes, Henry proudly shouted:

"True God Realm!"

Yet before Henry could continue to boast, suddenly there was an earth-shattering roar and howl from outside the city.

Someone on the city head pointed outside, exclaiming:

"The Demon Race has arrived!"

Henry's eyes gleamed fiercely, saying:

"All the Demonic Kings will be dealt with by Stephent; we just need to hold the city..."

Before he finished speaking, suddenly there was:

"Swoosh~"

A sharp Longsword pierced through the unsuspecting City Lord of Bris City's chest right in front of Henry.

Kabuda held the blood-red Longsword protruding from his chest, with a face full of disbelief and reluctance.

However, his rapidly draining Life Force left him without the power to turn around and look at the killer, slowly falling powerless to the ground.

Witnessing all this, Henry felt a chill down his spine as he watched Stephent clap his hands, speaking with difficulty:

"Senior, you..."

But what awaited Henry was another barbed dagger:

"Swoosh~"

"-654405" fatal blow~

Henry only felt his eyes darken:

System: "You have died, please choose resurrection method:"

[Free Return to City] [Resurrect on Spot] Usage: 1

Henry stared blankly at the system panel before him, the dazed expression contrasting brightly with his previous confident demeanor.

He had thought his greatest trump card was the True God Level Dark Night Elf, never expecting at the last moment to receive such a heavy blow from it.

With the successive deaths of Bris City's City Lord and Henry, all players witnessing this couldn't help but lament in their hearts:

"It's over!"

Facing the endless Demon Race outside the city was already beyond what they could deal with.

Now adding a True God...

"Keh keh keh~"

Stephent suddenly laughed strangely, turning to face the countless terrified faces of men and women, screeching:

"Tremble in the terror of death!"

Accompanied by the earth-shaking roars and howls of the Demon Race charging in, in an instant.

This last main city in the Australian War Zone, capable of accommodating tens of millions, was about to face a terrible nightmare.

And at this moment, the scene suddenly shifts...

A delicate leather boot suddenly steps onto a soft sandy beach, splashing a bit of water.

The gentle waves lap against the ankles, repeatedly.

A tall figure stood on the shoreline, gazing into the depths of the distant island, murmuring to himself:

"Bris City should be over there."

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