Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG-Chapter 700 - The Silence After the Storm?

The giant flame-shaped palm shot downward, blazing fast and unstoppable. No one could move. Everyone was pinned to the ground, trapped under its crushing pressure.

And then, it hit.

People braced for the worst, shutting their eyes in fear. But instead of destruction, there was nothing.

Just an eerie, stunned silence.

Slowly, people began to look around, their expressions filled with confusion. No one was hurt. No one was burning. The crushing weight that had pinned them moments ago was suddenly… gone.

The debuff had also been lifted.

"Damn? Seriously?"

"Where is the damage?"

"This is quite surprising, and unexpected…."

All heads turned back toward the sky, where the massive magic circle that had filled the heavens was now dimming. The flames that once burned within its patterns flickered weakly before crumbling into ash and disappearing completely.

The sky returned to its normal, dark night, leaving only the fires from the meteor fragments and the wreckage of the city below to light the battlefield.

The massive, unrelenting eye was gone, vanished without a trace.

"Seriously?" another voice said. "When we thought this was the end of everything?"

It seemed as though the catastrophe had passed. For now, at least. The crushing pressure was gone, and everyone could move again as if nothing had happened.

[Goldrich]: "I knew it. The King was only peeking out from Hell to give Yunatea a little ’hello.’"

[Booba]: "Yeah, but don’t get too comfortable. We’ve still got a job to do—take care of those damn demons."

[Jovina]: "Let’s go kill them all and end this tiring night!"

The battlefield stirred once more as the reality of the ongoing fight sank in. The threat wasn’t entirely over. There was still a battle to win.

The roars of demons echoed once more across the battlefield, a grim reminder that the war was not over yet.

But… no more named demons, right? And the remaining forces? They weren’t as overwhelming as before. This wasn’t impossible. They could win this. Enjoy exclusive content from novelbuddy

Broken sprinted toward the spot where his Bedrock Breaker still lay embedded in the ground. No one had dared to lay a finger on it—Freya had made sure of that. She had coordinated with a few guilds, ensuring their members were stationed nearby to guard the weapon until its rightful owner came back.

Gripping the pickaxe firmly, Broken immediately dashed forward.

Whatever comes next, the enemy must be eliminated now.

The battlefield roared back to life as defenders scattered, heading to their designated posts. The gates were still under attack, each one a critical point that needed protection. The fight wasn’t over, and every part of the city demanded their attention.

Broken surged ahead. His Bedrock Breaker glinted under the flames of battle as he swung it with precision. With one fluid motion, he brought it down in an overhead strike, cleaving through a demon with ease. The creature disintegrated into ash.

His actions didn’t go unnoticed. Others on the battlefield saw him charging ahead. Cries of hope and resolve erupted from all directions.

"Let’s go! This isn’t over!"

"Support me, now!"

"I’ll give it everything I’ve got!"

"We’re so close to victory! Let’s finish this!"

The battlefield came alive with energy, the once-crippling despair now replaced by a fiery determination to win.

They had survived against all odds—four named demons, a colossal meteor that nearly obliterated the city, and even the oppressive presence of Hell’s supposed ruler. They had endured it all.

And now, as the fires of the battlefield roared and the shouts of allies echoed through the chaos, one thing was clear.

The fight wasn’t over yet!

The battle dragged on for several minutes, each second feeling like an eternity. Everyone on the battlefield used up what little resources they had left, fighting with sheer determination and desperation. Despite their exhaustion, they pushed forward relentlessly, slowly but surely reducing the number of demons.

Reinforcements began to arrive from the gates—players who, inspired by the glimmers of hope, joined the fray to clear out the remaining enemies. Their combined efforts began to turn the tide.

Broken, shifted to another gate to retrieve his remaining weapons. The momentum of the battle continued to build, and within minutes, the fight began to stabilize.

The West, East, South, and North gates all saw a drastic reduction in demon numbers. The tide of the battle was turning, with demons falling one by one, their forces diminishing rapidly.

As the end drew nearer, Broken used his Bedrock Breaker one final time. Slamming it into the earth, he unleashed a massive earthquake that tore through the battlefield. The ground split and trembled, sending massive boulders crashing down from heaven. The impact obliterated dozens of demons in an instant, scattering their ashes into the air.

The final blow came with a decisive strike against the last demon in his path. His weapon cleaved through the creature, and as its body dissolved into nothingness, silence began to settle over the battlefield.

Broken surveyed the area around him. The demons that remained were scattered and vastly outnumbered. It was clear that the remaining defenders could handle the cleanup.

Turning his gaze, he spotted Alora in the distance. She had just finished her own battle, her weapon lowered as she caught her breath.

Broken sprinted toward Alora, with Ivana quickly joining them.

"This area is clear," Alora said.

"Yes, and—" Broken began, but Alora cut in.

"We need to find out who’s still alive in the city," she said firmly.

Broken nodded. Even in the chaos and devastation, with no clear leadership in the kingdom, the royal knights and troops were still dedicated to their duties. Without needing orders, they spread out across the city, aiding survivors and evacuating those who needed help.

In some areas, the atmosphere shifted. Cries of victory began to ripple through the ruins. Warriors, exhausted and battered, dropped to the ground, overcome by relief.

"We did it… we survived!"

"The demons are gone! It’s finally over!"

"I can’t believe it… we actually won."

"Thank the gods… we’re still here."

"Someone get me a drink, I’m not moving for a week!"

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"We fought Hell itself, and we’re still standing!"

"This city… it’s broken, but it’s ours! We’ll rebuild it together."

As the battlefield quieted, it was officially confirmed—the demons in the city and beyond its walls had all been defeated. A triumphant cheer rose from the surviving defenders, echoing across the ruined city.

The victory was hard-fought, and the sound of celebration carried with it both relief and exhaustion.

The royal knights and kingdom troops wasted no time, shifting their focus to evacuating the surviving citizens. Carriages rolled into the city in long, orderly lines, and the remaining civilians were carefully escorted onto them.

The evacuation was a necessary precaution—not only because the city lay in ruins and required extensive repairs, but also to prepare for any potential unforeseen threats that might arise.

"I thought this was the end… but look at us—we made it!"

"But man, are you sure this is really over? I still can’t wrap my head around it," someone said with a nervous laugh.

"Haha… it just feels like the kind of nightmare that doesn’t end, you know?"

Others nearby nodded, some offering faint smiles, others still scanning the sky as if expecting another disaster to strike. The relief was real, but the lingering unease was hard to shake.