Divine Glitch: I Regressed With Endgame Knowledge-Chapter 66: The Split That Almost Broke Us

The battle ended as quickly as it had begun—just like Ryan’s first incursion into Dark Horde territory. A surprise assault, a swift dismantling of the enemy’s resistance, and finally, an overwhelming victory.

The elite warriors of the Ironblood Covenant now lay sprawled across the ground, motionless. Nearby, Alliance players erupted into cheers as they chased down the few Orc faction survivors still limping away from the chaos.

"Quick, let’s go take down that Guardian!"

Ryan scanned the battlefield. The area around the Guardian had cleared out—players gave it a wide berth, still haunted by the memory of its recent rampage. Even passing strangers avoided its vicinity, as though proximity alone would invite death.

The Guardian itself lumbered in slow, deliberate steps, its health fully regenerated. To Ryan, it now looked like a plump, juicy steak—just waiting to be carved.

"Can we handle it?" Riverbank whispered, unease lacing her voice. She had just witnessed the Guardian decimate dozens of players, and while she knew its power had come largely from the mob of attackers overwhelming it with disorganized aggro, the fear still lingered.

"Don’t worry," Moonlight Beauty chimed in over squad chat, her tone playful. "Our captain’s Featherlight—the legend with a full set of Glorious Achievements!" She threw Ryan a wink as she spoke. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"I trust you," Nightwalker added, his voice low and calm. "At least, you’ve earned that much." Then his form shimmered and blurred, slipping into stealth.

A transparent golden barrier shimmered into existence around Ryan. Divine Shield. A level 10 priest spell, capable of absorbing massive damage. As long as the barrier held, Ryan was untouchable.

He nodded to Riverbank, double-checked his inventory, then charged straight toward Guardian Isdal.

"Hey, look! Someone’s going after the Guardian again!"

The moment Ryan’s squad engaged, shouts erupted from players nearby. A small crowd began to gather at a distance—watchful, skeptical.

"Are they insane?" a warrior muttered, stopping well short of the fight. "Didn’t they see what just happened? That thing wiped out fifty people in under a minute. And they think four players can take it down?"

"I saw them earlier," a female mage said as she stepped over a pool of glowing green sludge. "They were the ones who took out the Dark Horde ambush. They’re smart and coordinated." She didn’t sound convinced, just intrigued.

"Should we mess with them... or just sit back and enjoy the show?" someone else asked. An Alliance rogue, just out of stealth, flopped lazily onto the ground like he had no real stake in it either way.

Ryan, of course, had no time to care about spectators. The Guardian’s attack came crashing down almost immediately.

The creature was five levels above him, which meant it carried a natural suppression effect—his stats would take a hit. But the damage itself was manageable. Even with the crushing debuff, the Guardian’s blows only shaved around 200 health per hit.

Thanks to his Glorious Achievements, Ryan’s level 11 health pool had soared past 1,000 HP—a monstrous number for this stage of the game. Riverbank, by comparison, barely had 700.

The Divine Shield could absorb over 200 damage every thirty seconds, giving Ryan a reliable cushion. On top of that, his Renew spell pulsed for nearly 100 healing every three seconds—a steady lifeline to fall back on when things got tight.

Nightwalker, however, seemed frustrated. The level gap made his attacks unreliable. Of all his flurry of strikes, only his main-hand dagger landed consistently. His off-hand hits barely registered—little more than a tickle on the Guardian’s massive health bar.

Moonlight Beauty fared better. Three out of her four sword swings connected solidly. The Alliance racial bonus gave her a slight edge with sword accuracy, and unlike Nightwalker’s dual-wielding style, her two-hander had significantly better hit rates. Her damage numbers easily eclipsed his.

If you looked only at the raw numbers, it was clear: Featherlight’s damage outpaced even Moonlight Beauty’s.

Despite her role as the group’s main DPS, Ryan—wielding his enchanted weapon Command and unleashing his skill Fist of Light with a 30% critical hit rate—topped the charts. And whenever he landed a hit on a slowed or rooted target, Command guaranteed a critical strike. In short, Ryan wasn’t just supporting the squad—he was leading it in raw output.

Still, Guardian Isdal wasn’t a proper raid boss. It was classified as an elite monster, which meant it could be stunned and snared like any other mob. That said, crowd control wasn’t a viable strategy here. After just three status effects, the Guardian would gain full immunity. There’d be no cheesing the fight.

Half a minute in, Ryan grimaced. The Guardian’s health had barely dropped by 3,000.

Because of its level advantage, it was absorbing a chunk of their damage, stretching the fight out far longer than he liked.

Around them, more players had started to gather. Ryan caught sight of a few slowly inching closer.

Leeches.

He cursed silently. There was nothing he could do to stop them. This wasn’t a PvP zone—players on the same faction couldn’t be attacked.

He could only hope they’d restrain their envy long enough to let his squad finish what they started. Especially since the Orc faction players were about to complete their corpse run and might return any moment.

"Hoo-hah!" Moonlight Beauty bellowed, slamming another skill into the Guardian. It did around 200 damage—not much, but steady.

Nightwalker stayed silent, his focus locked on his twin daggers. The level gap made most of his attacks miss, but he kept at it. Every so often, a critical strike landed, and for a moment, his grim expression would soften—barely.

Despite the odds, their relentless assault finally started to show results. The Guardian’s health bar ticked lower, nearing the 50% mark.

That’s when the tension broke.

A few of the surrounding Alliance players couldn’t hold themselves back anymore. Ryan could feel it. They were getting ready to interfere.

He let out a sharp exhale.

So that’s it then.

But before anything could happen, Guardian Isdal reacted.

With a guttural roar, it activated its racial ability—Split.

The shift was instant. Players watching from a distance backed away, some laughing, assuming this would be the squad’s downfall. Thirty seconds wasn’t enough to finish the fight—not at the pace they were going.

Moonlight Beauty hesitated for the first time, her rhythm faltering. But Ryan’s voice cut through the fear.

"Don’t stop!" he barked. "Keep swinging!"

She grit her teeth and threw herself back into the fray.

Then, it happened.

Guardian Isdal split. One became two. Then the copies began attacking while continuing to divide.

Ryan didn’t flinch.

His Avenger’s Shield flew through the air, pulling the clone charging at Riverbank back toward him.

One of the Guardians—critically wounded—had less than 2,000 HP left. The other was at full strength.

"Focus the low-health one!" Ryan shouted. "Ignore the other! Just finish it!"

His words hit like a rallying cry. The squad dug deep, every player pushing their limits.

In the distance, onlookers watched in silence.

Then—finally, the wounded Guardian crumbled, its health hitting zero. The second, full-health Guardian paused... then collapsed.

Its body disintegrated into golden light, like the echo of something unreal.

Guardian Isdal, conquered.