"Enjoy the blessing of the unlucky god Orson," Blank chuckled slyly, landing a successful strike before vanishing again, her figure melting into the shadows.
"So... many people!"
"Shit! The enemy... We only have about 10,000 people. How the hell are we supposed to be opponents to them?"
The members of SSR, Unmatched, and other guilds froze in place, staring at the battlefield outside the fortress. What they saw made their hearts skip a beat—millions of US players charging in.
Blank had already disappeared, and Unmatched guild members couldn't focus on anything but the massive influx of players, which overwhelmed them with fear.
"Isn't the leader of Unmatched supposed to be amazing? I'll just take him out with a newbie sword to teach him a lesson!"
"This time, I'm definitely picking up at least one hero-level item. Whoever gets in my way will die!"
"Charge! Strip them of their gear, don't leave a single rich player behind!"
