Guild Wars

Meanwhile, the defensive array was being continually bombarded by the members of Umbra, who didn't care about whatever nonsense that City Lord was trying to pull. With their Guildmaster here, even if the sky fell on them, he would hold it up!

Draco looked down from the bow of the ship with a hint of disdain at the charging City Lord, who was gathering the power of the entire city for a super blow. He decided to humor the fellow and let him experience the depths of despair itself by seeing the futility in challenging Umbra.

Whether it was this fool or his entire faction within this realm, as well as the Void Nexus, there would be a terrible price to pay for crossing him!

"Warriors of Conquest City! Unleash your might and take down the invaders with me! Haaaa!!!" The City Lord, who had fully charged his power by this time, unable to hold a single ounce more, roared valiantly with a voice of triumph.

The spent warriors of the city also roared, despite being drained multiple times and being forced to dig into the city's reserves of potions and special materials to resuscitate them. However, they would unhesitatingly do it again because all of their family and friends lived here, and they would do anything to protect them!

The City Lord raised his head to glance at the hovering Airforce One, his eyes locking with Draco, who was looking down with endless disdain. His pupils narrowed because he felt this fellow was familiar to him, but he couldn't exactly remember where he last saw him.

"SPEAR OF VALIANCE!!" the City Lord roared, not caring anymore, as he could not hold the power longer, unleashing it in the form of a giant golden lance image that was thrust from the city into the sky.

Speaking of effort, this lance was truly the culmination of the power of elite warriors. Its power had broken through the peak of Rank 7 and entered the rank of Divinity, forcefully gathering the Divine Law of Golden Valiance into its body.

Just by releasing it, the City Lord felt the bottleneck that had held him from becoming a True God vanish, and his path forward was clear. After this battle, he only needed some time to condense the law and become a semi-True God, only needing to upgrade his Source Origin to match the new rank.

Realizing this, he couldn't help but feel grateful to Draco and Umbra for suddenly attacking. The pressure of their attack had helped him forge his path forward, so this lance from him could be seen as a kindness from him, the City Lord.

*Perish under the might of Golden Valiance and become the nourishment for my growth!*

The City Lord's eyes were bright, and so too were all the warriors of the city who contributed to the attack. Even though the path the City Lord took was not theirs, watching the lance launch forward, they too progressed significantly and had a chance to ascend in due time with a bit more practice.

This was a blessing amidst disaster for the entire Conquest City!

The members of Umbra witnessed the attack coming and changed the focus of their attacks to it but were shocked to see that it did nothing. Umbra members were powerful, but the gap between True God and mortal was not crossed by even the Evil Trio before gaining access to laws, much less them.

As it rushed closer, its might and pressure caused many to cough blood in pain, their looks full of incomprehension, the sheer suppression making them unable to muster any energy. Even the Airforce One itself began to creak and groan, its divinity being tested severely.

Even though Divine Items theoretically had infinite durability, that only meant that they would never wear and tear. They could still very much be destroyed by a strong blow or attack, and it seemed that the Airforce One, which had been around since the early days, was about to bid the group farewell.

Under the look of excitement and hope from those below and the look of shock and apprehension from those above, the lance arrived at the front of the ship, its top aimed right at Draco's brows. It would penetrate through his head and then slaughter all the members of Umbra, ending this wretched invasion for good!

But there was a reigning silence as the fanfare was silenced in one second by a simple finger.

Draco pointed forward, his finger coming into contact with the tip of the lance, halting its movement without even causing the wind around him to ruffle. The pressure of the attack disappeared, causing the entire scene to seem like it had been an illusion.

The hopeful faces of those in Conquest City were frozen on their faces, unable to even frown because their pupils had constricted to the limit. They couldn't understand what they were looking at, and in fact, they probably didn't want to comprehend it either.

The attack that they had charged with all their effort and power was blocked by a simple finger from the enemy? The essence and fruits of their labor and resistance were nothing more than that in the eyes of the foe?

"How can this be?" the City Lord muttered in confusion, his valiant bearing significantly reduced as he fell into a daze.

The members of Umbra burst into cheers, praising Draco endlessly for his divine might, while Gremory tugged on his arm, looking at her older brother with a flushed expression. If Draco pushed her down on the spot, she likely wouldn't resist at all because her admiration for him was like a gushing river!

Literally!

Draco looked downward and spoke slowly, his words sounding out in the ears of everyone.

"Your faction has greatly sinned against the dignity of the Abyssal Eternal, betraying my hard work by attempting to assassinate me at your headquarters in the void. Your deaths, suffering, and despair are only a small part of the debt your faction will pay for this slight."

With that, Draco flicked his finger, turning the lance around as it hurtled downward, going right back to where it had come from. This time, it was the members of Umbra who were inspired by its Divinity and power, falling into a daze, while those in Conquest City felt the suppression and fear that precluded death.

The lance struck the barrier and destroyed it with ease, causing the more than 200 trillion HP to evaporate in one blow. Its size shrank significantly because of this, but it still pressed forward and pierced through the chest of the dazed City Lord, sending him hurtling into the depths of his estate, nailing him to his seat of honor.

"All members of Umbra, head down and capture the four zones of the city. Execute any resistance, kill all combatants, and capture the non-combatants as slaves. They will be privately auctioned within our guild next week, and the ones who capture them will receive the payment," Draco commanded with a wave of his hand.

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"I WANT MAN BOOTY! I WILL TAKE MAN BOOTY!"

"CAPTURE THE WOMEN AS BREEDING PIGS!!!"

"HAHAHA, LITTLE GIRLS AND BOYS BELOW, UNCLE IS COMING~~"

"DON'T RUN~ IT ONLY MAKES ME MORE EXCITED~"

A scene of vile evil manifested as the members of Umbra displayed completely malevolent expressions that no sane human could replicate as they charged downward, their entire bodies trembling with excitement at the havoc and unholiness they were about to cause.

This scene reminded one that Umbra WERE NOT the heroic faction and were not the ones that people should idolize or root for. In fact, the correct course of action was to sit at an altar every night and pray for a power to destroy them from this world, but alas…

In the eyes of those in Conquest City, it wasn't their fellow humans descending from the sky but demons and devils in human skin. Their debaucherous and malevolent intent actually condensed in the sky to form the image of a heavenly demon, so pure and vile it was.

Gremory inhaled the dark miasma released by the collective cruelty of the members of Umbra, her expression intoxicated to the extreme. She was not called the Princess of Evil for fun; she had developed an intense liking for cruelty ever since she was freed into the world, even more than Draco himself.

We'd only heard about sweet things she had done, like being the best aunt for Draco's kids as well as providing endless fap content for the people of the world, but one must also talk about the atrocities she had chartered in Boundless during the past 10 years.

Even the scene below simply made her tremble with excitement, looking forward to the kind of scenes she would be able to witness today.

Draco's eyes flickered as he looked away. Despite his own cruel nature, it was mostly directed towards his enemies, and ten years of fatherhood had softened him somewhat. Some of the things about to occur down there surpassed his bottom line, but this was a war of extinction.

BOOM!

The members of Umbra landed and were met with a feeble but intense resistance from the city's fighters, who recovered their strength forcefully using potions once more. The battle immediately became white-hot as members of Umbra unleashed their full power, their eyes red with eagerness for reward.

Meanwhile, the combatants of the city fought desperately, for behind them stood their wives, sons, fathers, and mothers. If they fell, they could tell that even dying by burning alive would be a far better fate than what those who survived would experience!

Draco remained in the sky, but Gremory descended downward like a fairy, heading for the City Lord's mansion, which was guarded by a group of elite fighters who looked at her approaching form with anger and hatred.

"Hehe, do you hate me? Then come here, this Princess will let you experience the pinnacle of despair before you die~" Gremory said in a sickly sweet tone, her cherry-red lips pursing into a smile.

"DIE, WITCH!!" A warrior could not hold back and roared, thrusting his lance toward Gremory, hoping to impale her on the weapon.

Gremory responded with a chuckle and clawed forward. From the fellow who attacked her, a shadow manifested out of him and appeared in front of Gremory, defending her from the strike with an equal one.

The warrior's face changed as he glimpsed a shadow-like being that bore his features, wearing a cold expression as its lance connected with the tip of his in the same attacking posture. He pulled back and struck again, but the shadow mimicked his ability and did the exact same moves in reverse.

TING! CLANG! TING!

Two lances continually struck each other on their tips, causing a sound that made all listeners feel uncomfortable, like the scratching of nails on a chalkboard. No matter what maneuver or change the defending warrior made, the shadow perfectly replicated it in real-time, leading to a performance akin to a show.

"WHAT KIND OF WITCHCRAFT IS THIS?!" the warrior roared with frustration, as blood formed at the side of his lips.

Even though he had not been hit, continually having his full-power strikes perfectly mimicked and reflected caused him to feel stifled internally, leading to physical injury. The worst part was that the shadow also seemed to suffer equivalent damage, but somehow, that damage affected him as well!

The other warriors felt their pupils constrict. Their movements to surround Gremory and slaughter her faltered because none of them wanted to experience such a despairing form of battle. Since the shadow only mimicked attacks, they thought if they did not strike, it would be fine.

In fact, the fellow here thought the same, so he leaped backward and disengaged, aiming to recover before continuing. However, rather than leap back accordingly, his shadow pursued forward and struck out an insidious blow, causing the warrior's face to change as he hastily defended.

Unfortunately, it was futile, as his throat was pierced by the lance, and his head exploded into a blood mist as the shadow swung the lance upward and destroyed the fellow's physical form.