Chapter 94: A Divine Scroll Wipes Out Nearly a Million Troops in One Strike! Tyrant’s Betting Odds Soar to 100,000-to-1!

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: A Divine Scroll Wipes Out Nearly a Million Troops in One Strike! Tyrant’s Betting Odds Soar to 100,000-to-1!

The Silver-Masked Lord pulled on his reins and looked up at the ice wall in front of him.

"An ice wall? When was this set up?"

Nobody could answer him.

The units at the rear were still pushing forward. Those at the front could no longer stand the pressure and began scattering to either side, only to discover that both sides were blocked by ice walls as well.

The entire legion was trapped, unable to advance or retreat.

John stood atop a dragon’s back, looking down at the densely packed army below.

This was the terrain he had constructed using the Frost Mages he had just recruited.

He had been recruiting Frost Mages while fighting, gradually building up their numbers. He had been waiting for precisely this moment: for Judgment Alliance’s troops to pursue him into the trap.

The ice walls had been reinforced to their maximum height and thickness. Once the six hundred thousand troops entered, escaping would be extremely difficult.

"I’ve dragged this out long enough. It’s time to settle everything in one go."

John sneered and took a scroll out of his inventory.

[Frostsky Spike (Divine Rank · One-Time Forbidden Spell Scroll)]

[Effect: Designate any area within a ten-kilometer radius. All numerical values within the designated area will be forcibly reduced to zero.]

John weighed the scroll in his hand and clicked his tongue. He actually felt a little reluctant to use it.

"I was planning to save this for later, but unfortunately, I have no choice. Consider yourselves lucky."

As soon as he finished speaking, he tore the scroll open.

A grayish-white pillar of light appeared directly above the ice-walled enclosure. It silently condensed into the shape of an enormous spike.

The lords of Judgment Alliance looked up.

Their pupils suddenly contracted.

"Something’s wrong!! Run!!"

Run?

It was already too late.

The pillar descended.

There was no explosion, no flames, and no earth-shattering special effects.

Within the ice-walled enclosure, everything standing upright seemed to be pressed into the ground by an invisible hand.

Armor and weapons were driven into the earth.

But the people themselves were gone.

Six hundred thousand troops, together with their respective lords, were compressed into a thin layer, flattened into one enormous, tightly packed mass of pixels.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment.

A series of notifications appeared on John’s status panel.

[Battle Settlement: Judgment Alliance Lords Killed ×84; Legion Units Killed ×938,000.]

[Obtained: War Medal ×100.]

[Obtained: gold coin ×3,247,000.]

[Obtained: Lord EXP ×1,800,000.]

[Obtained: Unit Equipment: Eagle Feather Armor ×380, Heavy Cavalry Lances ×2,400, Refined Iron Shields ×2,100, Armor-Piercing Arrows ×12,000...]

[Obtained: ...]

The World Channel was refreshing at an insane speed. Before anyone could finish reading one message, the next had already appeared.

"Wait, wait, wait! The settlement is out! TYRANT WON!!"

"FUCK! MY RESOURCES!! Judgment Alliance, GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK!! I BET 100,000!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! I BET ON TYRANT! I wagered 1,000 basic resources at 1:100,000! I’M RICH!"

Just as that message disappeared, another notification popped up.

[Betting Settlement Complete! Final Odds: Tyrant Wins, 1:100,000. The bookmaker has closed all betting pools. Current Status: Permanently Closed.]

"Bookmaker: ...I’m completely bankrupt. Anyone else feeling my pain?"

"Brother above, I feel you. In fact, I think I must be hallucinating. I still can’t believe what just happened."

"Nearly a million troops and almost a hundred lords wiped out in one go."

"The craziest part is that ice wall! When did Tyrant set it up? I watched the entire livestream and didn’t notice a thing!!"

"Does anyone know what that grayish-white pillar was? The moment it landed, there wasn’t even a sound. Everyone just disappeared as if they’d been erased with an eraser."

"That’s a Divine-Rank item, Frostsky Spike. I searched through the entire main-continent database before finding it. Its effect is to forcibly reduce all numerical values within its designated area to zero. It works on units below Divine Rank and is destroyed after use."

"A DIVINE-RANK ITEM?! Someone on their seventh day in the game is already pulling out Divine-Rank items?!"

John had no idea how much of a shock he had caused across the World Channel.

He had just finished sorting through the spoils and distributing the captured equipment among his various units.

A series of notifications continuously appeared on his status panel.

[380 Eagle Feather Armors have been equipped by the undead dragon knight legion. Dragon Knight Defense +180, HP +1,200.]

[2,400 Heavy Cavalry Lances have been equipped by the undead Dark Knight legion. Dark Knight Attack +320, Charge Damage +15%.]

[2,100 Refined Iron Shields have been equipped by the Undead Sentinel legion. Sentinel Defense +150, Block Rate +10%.]

But before John could even catch his breath—

The next moment.

"Buzz——!"

A piercing alarm suddenly erupted above the territory without warning.

"My Lord!!"

John immediately turned around.

Sylvie approached quickly, her expression extremely grim.

"Another army is coming! From the northwest! And their numbers are far greater than the previous force!"

John’s eyes widened in disbelief, but he quickly made his decision.

"Ophelia, take me up there!"

The next moment, he was carried into the sky and looked toward the northwest.

Another enormous army had appeared on the horizon.

This time, its numbers were even greater than those of the previous wave.

It was clearly Judgment Alliance’s backup force.

John’s heart sank.

After the previous battle, his gold coin reserves had been almost completely depleted.

Although he had captured a considerable amount of resources this time, it was nowhere near enough to fight another battle on the same scale.

His trump card, Frostsky Spike, had already been used.

His units hadn’t all been resurrected yet.

And most importantly, he no longer had any Frost Mages left.

Resurrecting them would cost another enormous amount of gold coin.

He had truly reached the end of his resources!

Standing on the dragon’s back, John watched the approaching legion. A ruthless look flashed across his eyes.

He was just preparing himself to grit his teeth and fight another battle when a clear, piercing cry suddenly rang out above the territory.

"Screeeee——!!"

It was the cry of a griffin.

In the next instant, several silver-white griffins swooped down from the clouds.

Each griffin carried a player dressed in a military uniform.

The griffins landed, their powerful wings generating gusts of wind that made the flags atop the castle flutter violently.

Several older players jumped down from their griffins and landed at the entrance of John’s territory.

The man leading them had completely white hair, but his back was perfectly straight. Deep wrinkles lined his face, yet his eyes were astonishingly bright.

When he saw John, he smiled and raised his hand in a military salute.

"Young friend Tyrant, correct? We’re from the United Government’s Military Command. We noticed that you seem to be having a little trouble here, so we came specifically to lend you a hand."

John looked at the griffins behind them, then glanced at the Judgment Alliance army advancing in the distance.

Rather than immediately accepting their offer, he simply asked:

"What are your conditions?"

The elderly men exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.

The man in the lead waved his hand.

"The United Government has never particularly liked those people from the Consortium Alliance. They’ve monopolized resources, bullied independent players, and controlled the benefits of Godfall Continent for thousands of years. We’ve wanted to deal with them for a long time."

"This opportunity just happens to have fallen into our laps."

"As for the conditions you mentioned, naturally, it would be best if you’re willing to join the Military Command."

John raised an eyebrow.

"And what if I refuse?"

The old man laughed even more heartily.

"Then just consider it a favor you owe the Military Command. The next time we need your help, don’t be stingy with your assistance."

John looked into the old man’s eyes for two seconds.

After confirming that they were genuinely sincere, he nodded solemnly.

"Thank you, seniors. I only need you to hold them off for one hour."