Chapter 92: The Entire Server Starts Betting on the Outcome! Arno Infiltrates the Rear Lines, and Lords Are Assassinated One After Another!

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: The Entire Server Starts Betting on the Outcome! Arno Infiltrates the Rear Lines, and Lords Are Assassinated One After Another!

Vira followed closely behind.

Her smaller, water-blue dragon form moved nimbly through the aerial battlefield.

Although her rank was high, her level still couldn’t compare to those of her sister and the others. So rather than taking on the toughest opponents, she deliberately targeted enemies she knew she could defeat.

For a while, the lower-ranked flying heroes of Judgment Alliance became her primary targets.

A water-blue piercing slash swept across the sky, striking a Pegasus hero and instantly cutting its HP in half.

-6940!

-7130!

-6785!

"Why is this little dragon so fierce, too?!"

A lord ranked in the Tenth Regiment desperately pulled on the reins of his Pegasus mount, trying to escape.

But Vira quickly caught up, bit down on its wing, and flung the entire mount away.

On the ground, Raistlin paused his staff.

Six different colors of light gathered at its tip.

Instead of immediately unleashing Elemental Burst, he first pointed his staff toward the sky.

Six streams of colored light shot out from its tip, intertwining in midair to form an enormous hexagram magic array that slowly began to rotate.

The mages of Judgment Alliance’s Sixth Regiment looked up at the magic array.

One mage’s pupils suddenly contracted.

"He’s absorbing our magical elements! Scatter! Everyone, scatter!"

"Too late."

Raistlin curled his lips slightly and pressed his staff downward.

Six beams of elemental energy, each with a different attribute, simultaneously emerged from the hexagram array.

Fire, ice, lightning, wind, earth, and water.

All six elements precisely struck the areas where Judgment Alliance’s infantry was most densely concentrated.

Wherever the attacks landed, pillars of fire burned through entire formations, while pillars of ice froze everything within a twenty-meter radius into solid ice.

Lightning bolts crackled through the packed ranks, wind columns lifted soldiers into the air and hurled them away, earth pillars buried entire groups underground, and torrents of water scattered their formations.

-7860!

-8240!

-7590!

Countless damage numbers erupted almost simultaneously.

In an instant, an entire section connecting Judgment Alliance’s Third and Fourth Regiments was wiped off the battlefield.

Bladeborne reacted extremely quickly.

Seizing this opportunity, he immediately activated Holy Light Charge and charged straight into the enemy formation.

A flash of silver-white light appeared beneath his feet, and the five-hundred-meter distance vanished in the blink of an eye.

He landed directly in the middle of the Fourth Regiment’s remaining archer formation.

"Scatter—!"

A lord ranked within the Fourth Regiment had barely managed to shout half a sentence when Bladeborne’s longsword was already sweeping across the formation.

[Radiant Judgment]

He hadn’t fully charged the skill.

Instead, he simply condensed holy light along his sword and relied on the guaranteed critical hit effect granted by his charge to deliver a series of ordinary attacks.

His silver-white blade swept across an entire row of archers.

Every time it passed an enemy, it released a crescent-shaped sword arc. Even after leaving the blade, each arc continued flying forward, spreading one after another.

-6840!

-7120!

-6950!

-7480!

...

Meanwhile, John, who was positioned farther back, quickly issued a separate command to Arno.

"Take the Shadow Assassins and prioritize attacking their heroes and lords."

Arno nodded once.

His white silhouette melted into the shadows.

Leading his own assassin legion, he disappeared into various corners of the battlefield and began silently approaching the positions occupied by Judgment Alliance’s lords.

From this moment onward, the battle truly entered its full-scale phase.

Every hero and every unit was now committed to the fight.

In the sky, Dragonflame poured down from above. The shrill cries of giant eagles mixed with the low roars of skeletal dragons.

On the ground, elemental explosions and corpse explosions rang out one after another.

For several miles in every direction, the battlefield was filled with the sounds of clashing weapons, thundering hooves, and breaking bones.

When nearby independent players and scouts from other factions finally arrived, this was the shocking scene that greeted them.

Videos livestreamed from multiple angles began appearing continuously in the World Channel.

"Holy shit! Is that purple dragon Tyrant’s?! That thing is absolutely enormous!"

"I counted them. Tyrant has at least ten thousand units, and that’s not even counting those cannon-fodder Dark Knights! How the hell could someone accumulate this much in just seven days as a beginner?!"

"Betting is open! Bet on Tyrant and get 100-to-1 odds! Bet on Judgment Alliance making a comeback and get 10-to-1!"

"I’m betting on Judgment Alliance! One thousand basic resources! This is practically guaranteed profit!"

"Me too! The odds aren’t great, but no matter how powerful Tyrant is, he’s still just one person. Judgment Alliance has sent its top-ranked lords!"

"I’ll put down five thousand basic resources on Judgment Alliance!"

"I’m in! Two thousand for me!"

One bet after another poured into Judgment Alliance’s side of the betting pool.

The bookmaker was an anonymous ID. The betting market had been opened in the gambling section of the Main Map Trading Board.

The system handled settlements automatically, so its credibility wasn’t an issue. However, the odds constantly fluctuated according to the volume of bets.

[Live Odds Update: Tyrant Victory — 1:150... 1:180... 1:300...]

The odds for Tyrant continued climbing, while those for Judgment Alliance remained virtually unchanged.

After all, far more people were betting on Judgment Alliance.

The betting pool for Judgment Alliance had already accumulated more than a million units of basic resources.

The amount wagered on Tyrant hadn’t even reached a fraction of that.

"Hahahaha! Even the bookmaker can tell something’s wrong. They’re adjusting the odds!"

"Brothers, hurry up and place your bets! If you don’t get in now, when are you going to?!"

Tyrant’s odds had climbed so high that even the number of zeros was becoming difficult to keep track of.

After all, John’s interface was constantly flooding with death notifications. He was busy reviving and recruiting units, leaving him no time to check the World Channel.

At the rear of Judgment Alliance’s army, several Regiment Commanders and ranked lords stood on elevated ground, watching the battlefield.

Their expressions grew increasingly grim.

"No wonder Augustus fell at his hands. This Tyrant... someone like him must be eliminated here and now."

The First Regiment Commander spoke.

His tone was completely different from before departure. There was now an almost grave seriousness in his voice.

"Otherwise, give him less than a year. No, six months! By then, even if everyone in Judgment Alliance joined forces, we wouldn’t be able to defeat him."

Everyone silently nodded.

They had to admit it.

The battle had been going on for quite some time, yet the enemy was still holding its ground.

And even now, they hadn’t managed to break into Tyrant’s territory.

Just as they finished speaking, something happened in the rear ranks of Judgment Alliance.

A ranked lord from the Fourth Regiment was holding up his staff, providing buffs to the units on the front lines.

Beside him, a hero with silver-white wings hovered in midair, her hands clasped together as she maintained a Holy Light buff over the surrounding cavalry.

At that very moment, Arno emerged from the shadow behind the angel.

His curved blade swept horizontally across her neck.

-38640! (True Damage)

The angel’s HP had already been reduced to half.

Now, it dropped straight to zero.

Her body fell stiffly to the ground.

The ranked lord from the Fourth Regiment froze for a moment, staring at the fallen angel.

Before his eyes could even refocus, Arno’s curved blade was already pressed against his throat.

-37420!

The lord dissolved into a flash of white light.

Another lord standing nearby had only just realized what was happening.

He opened his mouth to shout a warning, but two Shadow Assassins suddenly emerged from the shadows beneath his feet.

Both curved blades plunged into his back simultaneously.

-15840!

-16230!

"Watch out! They’ve got assassin units!"

Someone finally managed to shout.

But even the person who raised the alarm wasn’t spared.

Arno’s white silhouette flashed twice through the ranks of the enemy lords.

Three more heads rolled onto the ground.

The surrounding hero units immediately attempted to retaliate.

However, after appearing and landing a successful strike, the Shadow Assassins instantly melted back into the shadows.

The heroes, whose attacks had missed their targets, hadn’t even managed to adjust their positions before their backs were pierced.

Meanwhile, the lord from the Tenth Regiment who had been riding a Pegasus had just managed to get back on his feet after being flung away by Vira.

He looked up, only to discover that two of the three heroes around him were already gone.