My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World-Chapter 473 - 410: Decisive Battle on the Move

Oasis, King's Castle.

Smoke rises, the flames of war rage.

After a long period of preparation, the players' army is unstoppable, storming into the imperial palace, confronting the King seated on the throne, the latter's face hidden in darkness, his heavy presence so overwhelming that it leaves all players gasping for breath.

Seeing that life value of a million, the players have only one thought in their hearts.

This final confrontation is just beginning.

Suddenly, doors from all directions burst open, tens of thousands of monsters already waiting, with fierce eyes pouncing furiously towards the players.

"Prepare for battle!" shouted a guild leader.

"Cover the Silent Sequence people to the throne, they are the main force of this raid!"

"Quickly clear out the monsters on the outskirts!"

A series of tactical commands were quickly given to the nearly thousand combat elites present; the players rushed forward in unison, forming a resistance against the surrounding monsters, tearing open a path for the Silent Sequence's five members.

The Smiling Knight did not move, the Sleepy Face Count and the Duke of Tears attacked from the flanks, and the Gloomy Face Baron in heavy armor descended from the sky like a cannonball, charging into an elite monster formation, forcibly blasting a breach.

The Mad-faced Viscount sprinted along the ground, instantly breaking through that breach, flashing continuously in the air like a lightning bolt, in the blink of an eye reaching the throne, the blade in his hand aligning with the neck of the "Crown of Incurable".

However, the silhouette on the throne gently dusted the throne with his fingertips, an invisible wave burst forth, throwing the Mad-faced Viscount hundreds of meters away, who then leaped into the air once more, performing several backflips to neutralize the power of the strike.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, no way, are the stats of this guy really a Three Tier dungeon boss?"

The Five of the Silent Sequence looked towards the "Crown of Incurable" status bar.

"Crown of Incurable Constantine"

"Affiliation: Plague Empire"

"Faction: Absolute Enemy"

"Life Value: 1000000 (100%)"

"Nightmare Level Dungeon Boss!"

"Warning! Warning! Warning!"

"Sinner of the Kingdom, Foolish Monarch, Initiator of the Parasite Miracle, the Tormented Soul Imprisoned by the Plague. Truly a Terminal Illness Patient?"

"Target Buff State: Degradation, Master, Electric Shield, Force Field Defense, Hundred-Armed Giant, Rampage Unrestrained, Piercing Resistance, Strike Resistance, Danger Perception, Super Tier Gravity, Plague Body, Harmony..."

The Mad-faced Viscount took out the 'Truth Analysis' monocle, the "Crown of Incurable" data rapidly analyzing before his eyes, upon discovering the opponent had as high as 50% damage reduction in all types, he couldn't help exclaiming.

"This is way too overpowered, to shove a stat monster like this into a Three Tier dungeon, really no problem? I think even the elite creatures of the Prism Tier dungeon aren't like this?"

"If you're scared, just watch carefully from the side." The Duke of Tears arrived at this moment, his staff appearing, fiercely striking the offset force field around the "Crown of Incurable," rippling waves spreading out.

What appeared to be an unremarkable strike contained terrifying energy, the violent wind sweeping around.

The Duke of Tears' attack did not stop there, after one strike, he quickly retreated, a few airships appeared in the sky, shadows covering the land, the airship's annihilation cannon energy accumulating, the black 'X' mark slowly locating, an oppressive death aura permeating the air.

The moment the location was completed, a beam of annihilation descended from the sky, striking downwards, instantly covering the throne!

But that was not all, at the Duke of Tears' command with his staff, the airships became armed to the teeth, a barrage of annihilation cannons, missiles, and machine guns unleashed, a dense web of fire tearing apart the ceiling and walls, the floor shattering inch by inch.

The rising dust cloud enveloped the entire royal palace.

The Duke of Tears stood coldly before the smoke, this was one of his mimicry 'Annihilation Staff' capabilities, as a support position in the 'Silent Sequence,' he was the only long-range attacker in the Oasis who could perfectly fulfill the support role with sheer firepower suppression alone.

There's nothing his annihilation arsenal couldn't obliterate.

As long as the firepower was intense enough, even a world-class Lord would be ground to dust in the storm of steel!

The bombardment continued for almost a full half-minute, leaving the rest of the players with hearts pounding in fear, thankful they weren't the enemies at this moment.

As the dust settled, revealing a scene that left the Duke of Tears stunned.

The "Crown of Incurable" was still perfectly seated on the throne, aside from the faded offset force field around him, the earlier onslaught didn't leave a single injury on him!

"How is this possible?" The Duke of Tears was shaken.

"Your bombardment was just like that, after all, it's up to me to take out this guy!" The Mad-faced Viscount laughed wildly as he charged forward.

The battlefield was extremely chaotic, the sounds of fighting from players intermingling with the roars of monsters, a few shells whizzed by, landing around the Smiling Knight, the fierce wind making his robes flap wildly.

He looked up, the smile on his face masked a dark calculation, he didn't rush to act, instead surveying the surroundings, not finding the figure he was looking for.

"Gloomy Face."

"I'm here, Guild Master." said the burly figure. "Do you need me to assist them?"

"No, you're in charge of staying alert around us, the following matters can be left to Sleepy Face and me."

"Understood."

"Dark Gold Rose, where are you at this time?" The Smiling Knight's gaze darkened, tapping his index finger on the back of his hand.

He didn't believe the other side would give up their claim over the kill of the "Crown of Incurable," they must be hiding in a corner with people, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

The battle had been raging for two hours, on the battlefield outside the palace, the flames of ruins lighting up shadows in the sky, broken banners scattered everywhere, long spears impaling the bodies of monsters.

The battle had reached a fever pitch, countless players battling the surrounding monsters, various attack effects flickering, the roar of shells deafening, the clash of weapons dizzying.

Amidst the chaos, two cat warriors stood back to back, their determined little faces covered in dust, surrounded by countless eyes eager to tear them apart.

"Uh, what to do? The people of the King Race are still stuck on the bulwark, it's just us here." said one cat warrior.

"Everyone's scattered, we can't give up like this, we have to quickly regroup with them."

"I'm almost out of strength." The cat warrior's eyes were lifeless, on the verge of collapse.

"You have to hold on, dying here won't make you grow tall!" The other cat warrior's face was anxious.

"No, I can't fall yet, I want to grow as tall as Yan Ze."

The cat warrior shook his head, suddenly seeing the frightened look in his companion's eyes, through the other's pupils, clearly seeing a Fallen Titan roaring, smashing through obstructing monsters, lifting a spear to stab him in the back.

Just when the young cat warrior closed his eyes in fear, ready to accept the doomed fate of not growing tall, he realized the expected pain never arrived. The sound of a body hitting the ground was accompanied by the neigh of a warhorse, opening his eyes, a golden figure rushed into his view.

Xu Xiaoyou held a Rose Rifle, her high ponytail exuding vigor, fiercely pulling the reins of her Storm Warhorse, looking down with a piercing gaze.

Observing the fallen Fallen Titan's chest, a bowl-sized hole glaringly visible, the charred flesh and blood slowly extinguishing.

The name of the dead Fallen Titan female soldier caught Xu Xiaoyou's attention.

——"Fallen Titan · Atula"