Chapter 90: A Hundred Lords Join Forces to Hunt Him Down! Tyrant Chooses to Fight Head-On!

Chapter 90: Chapter 90: A Hundred Lords Join Forces to Hunt Him Down! Tyrant Chooses to Fight Head-On!

John muttered to himself.

He had rushed to log in at exactly six in the morning precisely because he was afraid Judgment Alliance would come looking for revenge.

Who could have expected them to move even faster than he did?

"But shouldn’t every member of Judgment Alliance on the beginner map have been wiped out by me? I haven’t made enemies with anyone else, either. So how did they get their hands on my coordinates?"

John pondered aloud.

"Could I have missed someone? Right! I missed someone!"

He clenched his right fist and struck his left palm, suddenly realizing something.

"That day, when we returned to the territory from Ancient Lake, Bladeborne and Sylvie were guarding the place. They killed a group of centaur cavalry that had sneaked up to the outskirts of my territory."

"Although that player’s hero died and Bladeborne killed his character, unlike Augustus, his character’s death only forced him out of the game."

"That guy must have informed headquarters of my territory’s coordinates."

John bit his fingernail, his mind racing.

Judgment Alliance’s headquarters was located somewhere near the center of Godfall Continent. It was separated from his territory in the northwestern corner by an unknown number of miles.

But John had no doubt they could make it here.

That was the accumulated strength of an entire alliance built over hundreds of years.

Judging from what those players had revealed, they were absolutely determined to fight him to the death this time.

John lowered his eyes and set a ten-minute countdown.

Only then did he open the World Channel, hoping to find some useful information.

After connecting to the main map, the World Channel was completely different from what it had been on the beginner map.

A row of regional tabs appeared at the top: Main Map Global Channel, Northwestern New Region Channel, Trading Section, Alliance Announcements, Dungeon Recruitment...

Every section was refreshing at a speed of 99,999+ messages.

John skipped over the useless discussions and opened the Main Map Global Channel.

The pinned trending topics immediately caught his attention.

[Trending: Large-Scale Military Movements by Judgment Alliance Exposed! Possible Target: Newly Emerged Northwestern Lord "Tyrant"!]

[Trending: Multiple Factions Witness Judgment Alliance Legions Crossing the Central Plains. Unprecedented Scale!]

[Trending: Tyrant’s Coordinates Made Public! Dark-0914, Outermost Territory in the Northwestern Corner.]

John continued scrolling.

The entire channel was flooded with messages.

"Has Judgment Alliance gone crazy? They’re sending a hundred lords to attack a single newcomer!"

"Haven’t you read the battle reports from the beginner map? Tyrant completely wiped out Judgment Alliance’s beginner headquarters. Even Augustus died. Did you really expect them not to retaliate?"

"By the way, who leaked his coordinates? That’s practically sending him to his death!"

"Tyrant seems to be all alone. No alliance, no backing. I’m afraid he’s in serious trouble this time."

John closed the World Channel.

There was nothing but people watching the spectacle. Not a single useful piece of information could be found.

It only made him feel more unsettled.

Unlike other lords, John had no backing. He had no family or allies at his side in the game.

He could only rely on himself.

Although he had developed at an incredible pace in this life, it had only been seven days since the game began.

John took a deep breath and opened his inventory.

His fingers moved across the slots before finally stopping on a silver key.

[Sky Island Key (Growth-Type)]

[Effect: Upon use, obtain the coordinates and access authorization for the Sky Island territory.]

[Description: A floating territory left behind from the Age of the Gods. Units on the ground cannot directly attack anything within the territory.]

John had originally planned to spend a few more days developing his strength, thoroughly exploring the surrounding regions of the main map, and then steadily expanding into the new territory of Sky Island.

But there was no time now.

He glanced at the Relocation Token in his inventory.

He had obtained it during the Night Tide on the sixth day. It could be used together with the Sky Island Key to relocate his entire territory there.

In theory, this would allow him to escape Judgment Alliance’s pursuit.

However, exploring Sky Island and completing the relocation of his territory would take at least several hours.

Judgment Alliance’s army was already on its way.

He simply didn’t have that kind of time.

The more John thought about it, the darker his expression became.

He put the key away and finally gritted his teeth, making his decision.

"Fine. If that’s the case, I’ll just fight them to the death!"

Rumble!

The ground beneath his feet suddenly began vibrating rhythmically.

He walked onto the elevated terrace overlooking his territory and looked outside.

A vast, dark mass of troops had already appeared on the horizon.

On the ground were shield-bearing infantry, cavalry formations on both flanks, siege weapons, and supply caravans.

Above them, countless giant eagles, wyverns, gargoyles, and bat-riding cavalry filled the sky in layer upon layer.

The heroes seemed to have sensed the approaching army as well. Without making a sound, they gathered at the castle entrance and looked up at John standing on the terrace.

All the villagers in the territory had already been hidden away.

Only Ophelia, Raistlin, Bladeborne, Sylvie, Arno, and Vira remained.

Not a single hero was missing.

John noticed their gazes and looked down at them with a reassuring smile before issuing his orders.

"Prepare to open the gates and welcome our guests."

...

On Judgment Alliance’s side, more than a hundred lords were riding their respective mounts, surrounding a central banner embroidered with a golden balance and a holy sword.

Although the Alliance Leader and the ten Regiment Commanders hadn’t come personally to attack Tyrant, the top ten lords under each Regiment Commander had all been dispatched.

"He’s just a newcomer. Do we really need to make such a big fuss?"

The speaker was a relatively low-ranked young lord from the First Regiment.

He rode an armored warhorse, casually twirling a short spear in his hand. His expression made his disdain perfectly obvious.

"Didn’t you read the battle reports from the beginner map?"

An experienced lord from the Second Regiment glanced at him.

"Augustus died at his hands, and the entire beginner headquarters was flattened. And you still call him ’just a newcomer’?"

"Then Augustus must have underestimated him. He’s only been playing for seven days. How exceptional can a newcomer really be?"

The highest-ranked lord in the Third Regiment was a taciturn middle-aged man.

He finally spoke. His voice wasn’t particularly loud, but as the number-one lord of the Third Regiment, his words immediately silenced several people around him.

"Take this seriously. This man has dragon-type units and high-tier heroes. To achieve those results in just seven days of the beginner period, he definitely isn’t relying on luck."

"Exactly."

The lord from the Fifth Regiment chimed in.

"The top ten lords from all ten regiments are here this time. Isn’t the Alliance’s intention obvious? Eliminate him before he has a chance to grow, no matter the cost."

"Enough talking."

The leading lord, the First Regiment Commander, raised his hand and gestured forward.

"Everyone follows the same battle plan. Any objections?"

"None."

Their battle plan was simple.

Advance simultaneously on the ground and in the air.

Attack directly.

Straightforward and brutal.

Wooooo—!

The horns of war sounded.

Judgment Alliance’s army began accelerating.

John stood inside his territory, his expression calm.

His army stood firm like an immovable mountain. Not a single soldier retreated.

Suddenly, the main gate of the territory opened, splitting down the middle and revealing a wide passage.

Wave after wave of Dark Knights charged out.

One squad after another, one formation after another. The thunder of their hooves merged into a continuous roar, kicking up clouds of dust that filled the sky.

Although they were only four-star units, and even after being upgraded had only reached five stars, their numbers were staggering.

The leading cavalry formations spread out toward both flanks as soon as they cleared the gate, while more and more troops continued pouring out from behind them.

It was as though an endless world lay beyond the territory.

The expressions of the Judgment Alliance lords at the front changed instantly.

"Something’s wrong! How can a single territory possibly contain this many cavalry units?"

"Didn’t the Fourth Regiment’s reconnaissance report say he only had a few thousand troops? What the hell is this? Does this look like a few thousand to you?"

Nobody could answer that question.

The Fourth Regiment was responsible for reconnaissance. Their intelligence reports had always been reliable.

Who could have imagined that such a massive mistake would occur this time?