Chapter 437: Arrival and Slaughter
Returning to the tower top, the conflict intensified as players from various factions confronted one another, the atmosphere tense and hostile.
"Treasures belong to those with virtue! This purple-ring belongs to us, the Royal Authority!"
"Bullshit!"
"We from Sword Pavilion were the first to enter! Whoever discovers it first owns it!"
"You wanna fight? Better think it through! This is the Tower of Blighted Flame! It's the territory of a special NPC!"
"If you break the rules here and attack us first, you'd better be ready for the consequences!"
"Damn it, you Royal Authority players are so shameless! Just wait and see!"
The Royal Authority players formed a circle, greedily eyeing the ring tightly gripped in their hands.
"We've hit the jackpot."
"Hahaha, I didn't expect such a surprise."
"Yeah, the guild master is going to be thrilled! We might rake in a huge reward."
After all, this was the first purple-tier item in the entire server!
Once they brought the ring back to the guild, the vanity-driven and glory-seeking guild leader [Overlord] would be overjoyed.
In his ecstasy, he might even throw them a bonus of hundreds of thousands!
This wasn't just about the game anymore.
It concerned their real lives.
But blinded by greed, they failed to notice the air growing increasingly scorching—and not just figuratively.
"Swoosh."
A faint crackling sound.
Ash and sparks danced in the air, fiery streams flickered like threads, and the surrounding atmosphere distorted.
Then, a sharp, anger-filled female voice interrupted their fantasies.
"How dare you—"
"Thieves! Reckless fools! How dare you steal offerings meant for Emperor Cassius!"
The players turned in terror to see fierce tongues of fire tear through the space, and a girl in a crimson robe suddenly appeared midair.
The mysterious girl seemed young, but her fiery beauty was undeniable.
Her slender finger pointed directly at the players.
"Stealing sacred offerings and desecrating the honor of His Majesty—"
"Not only are you unworthy of being noble Dragon Pact Sorcerers, but you also don't deserve to be citizens of this glorious empire!"
Her beautiful golden eyes burned with fury, shimmering with rippling flames.
The players could clearly see the display above her head, and they began sweating profusely.
[Misha, Daughter of Dragonfire]
Affiliation: Ember Empire
Class: Dragon Pact Sorcerer?
Challenge Level: ???
"What a gorgeous NPC!"
Summer Night Autumn Rain's eyes lit up instantly—this was her ideal template!
"Oh no..."
The Royal Authority player, who had just been smug, now felt doom closing in, and his hand holding the [Fire Giant Noble's Ring] trembled.
He stammered, his teeth chattering.
"Quick."
"Let's grab the loot and get out—now!"
"Run for it!"
"Come on, the loot's right here, how could we not take it?"
"Damn it, the devs baited us into this trap!"
"I'm reporting this, for sure!"
"We passed so many trials only to get hit with this! It's all Royal Authority's fault!"
The players wailed.
Those who had taken items immediately tried to escape, using various means—some turned invisible, others teleported, and a few sprinted away.
They scattered like rats facing a cat, frantically fleeing the tower.
"Pathetic struggle."
Misha sneered, a cold glint flashing in her golden eyes.
"Snap!"
She snapped her fingers, a crisp sound echoing.
"Boom—"
With a crackling explosion, a blazing wall of fire erupted at the entrance, sealing off their escape route.
This was the 4th-circle spell [Wall of Fire].
"Ahh—"
"We're trapped!"
"Crap, we're dead!"
"This damage is insane!"
Blackened silhouettes appeared within the wall of flames—these were invisible players struggling in the inferno before being reduced to ashes.
Instant death upon contact.
The remaining players dared not approach the fiery barrier, cowering in the corners.
But their efforts were futile.
Misha's gaze remained icy as she extended her hand.
"Swoosh—"
Dazzling flames bloomed from her palm, sending out scorching rays that struck players in their chests one after another.
[Scorching Ray]
Enhanced by both "Child of the Elements" and "Dragon's Heart," this simple 1st-circle fire spell burned at temperatures exceeding 1,000 degrees, easily piercing through players' bodies.
"What the hell, this damage!"
"This is Scorching Ray?"
"Are you telling me this is the same spell I use? The one mocked as a magnifying glass frying ants?"
"I regret everything. This Dragon Pact Sorcerer is too OP."
"Boom!"
Misha's combat style was breathtakingly elegant—with a mere flick of her wrist, radiant flames erupted, incinerating players effortlessly.
At this moment, she was the embodiment of fire, the creator of calamity.
Summer Night Autumn Rain watched with shining eyes, trembling with excitement.
A perfect blend of power and elegance.
And she could wield fire!
This was the right choice—this was the class she wanted!
She continued to watch the battle intently.
The Royal Authority player still clung to the ring, refusing to let go—this was their chance to earn a fortune worth tens of thousands!
He scanned his surroundings, gritting his teeth. "Go for it! This is the first purple-tier item in the server; it's worth dying for!"
"Cover me!"
The remaining Royal Authority players nodded, deploying smoke screens and shields.
He pulled out a precious teleportation scroll, tearing it apart to activate the spell.
A portal appeared, and the Royal Authority player laughed maniacally, "I'm outta here!"
A fire arrow whizzed toward him, but he escaped the Tower of Blighted Flame just in time.
"Stealing from Emperor Cassius..."
"None of you will get away."
Misha's cold voice pierced through the smoke and barriers, echoing throughout the tower.
"Wait, I didn't steal anything!"
"I had the intent, but no action, right?"
"Please, don't attack me!"
"I was wrong, okay?"
The players' pleas fell on deaf ears.
A massive, burning fireball pierced the smoke, filling their vision with flames that reflected in their eyes and on their terrified faces.
"This is—"
"Oh, crap."
"You call this Fireball?"
"Boom!"
Their cries of fear were drowned out by a deafening explosion, as the blazing inferno consumed all the players who had stolen the offerings.
[Fireball]
But under Misha's precise control, the devastating blast spared any innocent players.
This was the final trial—a purge of those who dared desecrate the emperor.
"That's Fireball!"
"Amazing!"
Watching this, Summer Night Autumn Rain was overwhelmed with emotion, her eyes brimming with tears of joy.
This was the Fireball she had dreamed of!
She had to become a Dragon Pact Sorcerer!
Misha turned her gaze beyond the tower, peering through the spatial boundary at the fleeing Royal Authority player. Her golden eyes still burned with anger.
"Despicable thief."
"That ring was a sacred treasure obtained from the Fire Giant Nobles, meant as an offering to Emperor Cassius."
"You won't escape."
Misha let out a cold snort.
Flames ignited midair, tearing open a layered rift in space, and the girl stepped into it.