"Sh*t! That's not a player! That is a f*cking monster! RUN!"
The players guarding the second tower started to flee.
"Atlas."
Atlas appeared in front of me and brandish his sword.
"Understood!"
Waving his greatsword, he killed the rest of the escaping players with ease.
Counting all the towers including the ones that have fallen, there are only two more towers left behind for me to take down. One is near the center of the Capital while the last one is just right next to the Guild's Base.
"If my guess is correct, the strongest players might be in charge of guarding the last tower or the main guild itself. Looking at how weak every player I faced so far, that only means the strongest players are the ones that are currently stationed near the last tower or in charge of defending the main base. If that is the case, this shouldn't be a big problem at all."
