Unfortunately, for the knight… yet again, blood chains popped out in the last crucial moment without missing the timing.

In the end, all the knight could do was let out an enraged shout. Now that he had wasted three of these expensive magic scrolls, he couldn't bring himself to activate another one. Especially when Blood God was still somewhere near him.

He could only madly charge at the guy and attempt to destroy him, along with the troop of men who were still trying to get at him. But once again, that was leading nowhere. All the men had painful looks on their faces as they uselessly played the game of running and catching.

While these players were shocked and exhausted, there was someone even more shocked. Necro God had a strange look on his face as he watched Damon and his antics. While everyone else was fighting with their lives on the line, the guy alone seemed as if he was playing around.

He was single-handedly messing with a dozen players, interrupting them at the correct time and dealing with other disturbances that came his way. Blood chains were popping out everywhere in the battlefield.

How could someone do this? What sort of an ability was required to pull off something like this? This was ridiculous.

Necro God could finally see the truth. He had been nothing more than a frog in a well all this time. When it came to skill, he was completely out of his league compared to the man standing before him.

Damon wasn't fighting. He was orchestrating. The single man was controlling the entire momentum of the battlefield. It wasn't brute force. It wasn't luck. It was terrifying mastery. And unlike everyone else scrambling and sweating for survival, Damon looked like he was just getting started.

Necro God's throat felt dry. It was a surreal feeling, watching someone who was supposedly at your level, not just outperform you, but redefine what "your level" even meant. This wasn't a talented player. This was something else entirely. A different class of monster.

While he was staring dumbly, a small blood arrow suddenly came his way, snapping him out of his trance. When Necro God looked at Damon, Damon gave him a 'what are you doing' look.

Necro God awkwardly cleared his throat and once again started commanding his troops. A determined look appeared on his face. Blood God might be powerful but he wasn't weak either. He wasn't going to lag behind for long.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the battlefield, he quickly tried to coordinate with Damon and take down whomever he could.

Soon, the entire battlefield came under the control of the duo. Damon was doing the lion's share of work, but Necro God held his own, and between the two of them, the numbers started reducing. "I think we got this." Necro God was finally able to breathe in relief. Damon nodded as well.

The two of them were about to take things up a notch and start killing off more and more NPCs when all of a sudden, a loud horn blew and everyone on the battlefield started cheering. Damon's eyes widened slightly as he watched an entirely new army coming in from the side.

However, this was something he was already expecting.

Three big shots had captured three big cities around Niera so it was only a matter of time before the third time stepped onto the battlefield as well. He had just hoped that Hinate could make it here before this happened. But now it looked like he had to deal with this all on his own.

"Fuck it. Bring it on. I am here all day bitches!" He growled and sent out another burst of poison needles, killing a dozen instantly.

When the nearby healers hurriedly tried to resurrect them and cleanse them, he started going for the healers. In between, he continuously cast blood chains on repeat locking down anyone who tried to use Magic Scrolls.

The balance was already hanging on by a thread and with the new army added to this, things were going to get very tricky. Damon did not plan to hold back any longer. He thought he could maybe continue to hide Goldy but now, he scraped that plan and summoned the little spark.

While the spark did not do all that much damage, it was still giving a constant bleed damage on repeat without exhaustion. At this time, every small thing could help so he summoned the little spark again.

Coincidentally, a huge burst of fire assaulted him at the same time. Damon dodged it, moving to the side, only to see a flamboyant man with orange hair appear in front of him. He had an extremely handsome face with a smile as radiant as the sun itself.

"Well, well, if it isn't the infamous Blood God," the man said, his tone both amused and commanding. "I was starting to think all that noise was exaggerated. But seeing you now…" His smile widened, dazzling and arrogant. "I almost wish it were."

The temperature spiked instantly. Flames coiled around his body like affectionate serpents, shaping into radiant wings that rippled with power. His eyes glowed amber, twin miniature suns burning with divine pride.

Damon narrowed his eyes, his own aura pressing back against the oppressive heat. Blood energy hissed and steamed where it met the fire, crimson mist rising between them like a veil.

"You are done here," the man declared, a burning sword materialzing in his hand. "I have come to end your little night."

Damon smirked, blood swirling around his hand as his eyes glinted dangerously. "Oh? Is that so? Then you must be the Celestial Hero, the guild leader of the European Coalition."

"Yup that would be me, the one and only Reynard Devereux of the Devereux family." The man did not shy away from his identity at all as he openly introduced himself.

"Deve what now?" Damon looked indifferent but inwardly he was shocked.

The hidden families were supposed to be low-profile ancient families with a strong foundation in politics, power and economy but everyone knew about the Devereux family.

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