MMORPG: Divine Mech Hunter
Chapter 1551: Challenging the Demon Marshal

Chapter 1551: Chapter 1551: Challenging the Demon Marshal

Not only was the Neutral Camp’s NPC army astonished, but the Neutral Camp’s player legions were also full of surprise. They discovered that their attributes had gained a Truth Insignia buff, which significantly boosted their stats.

For a moment, the Neutral Camp’s morale was soaring high. Many neutral guilds were ecstatic, realizing that with such powerful attribute enhancements, earning military merits would be far easier.

"How could we let the Great Angel steal the spotlight? Since the Demon Marshal looks down on us so much, I’d like to experience his skills firsthand." The Human leader revealed a Warhammer in his hands, and as it appeared, his body expanded, radiating an overwhelming aura: "Priest of Moon, we’ll rely on your blessing. I’ll challenge the Demon Marshal with this Warhammer of War. Old Bull, what about you?"

"May the Moon God guide our path!"

In the Light Faction, the Ancient Elf’s Priest of Moon legions all knelt on one knee. An ethereal full moon seemed to pierce through the underground world, and the subterranean rocks appeared translucent.

Raising their heads, the crowd could see not the ceiling but an endless, dazzling starlit sky. Amidst the galaxy, a pristine full moon, as wide as a millstone, hung high above.

It was as if a divine and holy figure stood gracefully upon the moon, watching them. A faint silver radiance enveloped all NPC and player legions of the Light Faction, granting them a powerful buff.

"What the hell, why do we also have a buff now?"

Some Starfire members exclaimed in surprise but kept quiet otherwise, only discussing it in the team channel—indeed, because Starfire was also enveloped in the silver brilliance, gaining a buff.

"It’s because our guild owns a Temple of the Moon God," Sister Li explained.

The group was enlightened. Of course—within the Dark Camp, the only temple blessed by the Moon God belonged to Starfire.

Choosing to keep a low profile, the Starfire members showed no intention of revealing it.

Moreover, at this moment, the silver moon was high and its brilliance enveloped everyone, cloaking them in a layer of silvery haze that made it impossible to notice Starfire’s buff.

The Blood Hoof Chieftain revealed an extremely ancient-looking Totem column in his hands: "Everyone is bringing out weapons comparable to Divine Artifacts. I don’t possess such treasures, but I won’t back down from battle. At the very least, I’ll wield this totem, which has been venerated by my tribe for tens of thousands of years, to challenge the Demon Marshal. As for the army, High Priest, I’m counting on you."

"Though the Dark Camp is poor, we don’t lack good things either." The elderly Orc Priest carried an ancient stone, which he pressed against his forehead.

A faint bloodthirsty aura enveloped the Dark Camp’s NPCs and player legions alike. All three factions used their extraordinary means to boost not only NPCs but players’ attributes as well.

"Damn it, what about us? Where’s our buff?"

"Exactly, other factions have buffs, but we don’t. Why?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Chaos Camp’s leader, hurry up and give us an attribute buff! Everyone else has one, and we don’t—this is ridiculous!"

Not having any enhancement might have been tolerable if nobody else had buffs, but now not only did the three major factions have them, even Uldaman had their attributes boosted.

Previously, the Chaos Camp was already weaker in comparison to the Uldaman army. Now that everyone else’s stats had risen dramatically, with no growth for them, their situation had become even more challenging.

"Damn, when I was fighting, you all didn’t support me. Now that our frontline is about to collapse, you come out trying to unite. Are you deliberately messing with me?"

The Gnoll General was furious. While engaging the Uldaman army earlier, the three major factions had remained silent, causing him to think the so-called alliance was nothing more than a disparate group fighting separately. He couldn’t blame anyone for his own lack of skill.

But now? The Neutral Camp was making its move, and the other two factions refused to be left behind. This was complete chaos.

"I didn’t appreciate that comment. Who was it that thought the Demon Marshal was easy to defeat?" The Human General remarked snidely.

Blood Hoof scratched his head: "I saw you belittling the Demon Marshal and wanted to see your grand display of power. You know my poor combat skills; I just wanted to learn from you."

"We thought your legion’s morale was so high that you wouldn’t need allies," the Great Angel added.

The Gnoll General was livid, almost spitting blood. Leaders of the Chaos Camp glared at him coldly—this idiot deserved the blame. Not only did he fail himself, but he dragged them into a disastrous defeat.

Of course, they overlooked the fact that their initial sentiments had been aligned with the Gnoll General. Now, though, they were pinning all responsibility on him.

"Exactly! We were just waiting for the General to show us his true power!"

"Hurry up and make your move!"

The Gnoll leader’s eyes glinted with malice. "Make a move, huh? You’re asking for death? Even my best Golden Shield is gone. Why set myself up for failure?" Clearly, he lacked confidence.

Still, not acting wasn’t an option. Retreat guaranteed death. Since he was doomed anyway, he might as well battle the Demon Marshal.

Resolving himself, the Gnoll leader roared: "My ancestral Bloodthirsty Claw is not to be underestimated! Warriors, the Howl of the Gray Wolf—dedicate two years of your lifespan for the Moon God’s blessing..."

Countless gnolls struck their chests with their weapons, causing droplets of fresh blood to fall to the ground as they howled in unison.

Under their piercing cries, a blue moon materialized in the sky opposite the silver moon.

The blue moon, also known as the Blue Child, represented cold and malevolent powers, worshipped by countless evil races praying for its blessing.

While the blue moon couldn’t compare with the silver moon’s brilliance, its sinister aura still descended upon the Chaos Camp members.

The gnolls themselves appeared pale and weak, as if they aged several years. The Blue Child was no genuine Moon God.

Soliciting its blessing came at a cost—similar to the sacrificial rituals of Abyss Gods. Hundreds of thousands of gnolls sacrificed over two years of their lives for these enhancements.

Members of the other three factions shuddered in horror—this was unspeakably evil and terrifying.

Even the Dark Camp, seemingly barbaric, had long abandoned such blood-soaked traditions and rituals.

In pursuit of new civilization, the Dark Camp had relinquished many old customs. The Troll tribe, for instance, once excelled at Priest rituals of the Evil God and sacrificial practices but abandoned them along with cannibalistic habits, even among their own kin.

Orcs, too, had barbaric traditions, such as crafting skull displays, drinking fresh blood, and sacrificing intelligent beings to ancestral spirits. These practices had also been forsaken.

Even the High Elves, despite their high degree of civilization, once practiced objectionable habits, like using high-level sentient beings in alchemical experiments, but those practices are now forbidden.

The Tauren, while considered primitive, were the only race in the Dark Camp without bad habits. They worshipped ancestors and the Earth Mother, cherished peace, were inherently kind-hearted, and disliked warfare.

If not for being cornered by relentless Centaurs, even losing their main city, they wouldn’t have joined the tumultuous Dark Camp.

The only race still maintaining unsavory traditions was the Undead, which accounted for their widespread dislike among the other races.

Now, the leaders of the four factions prepared to challenge the extraordinary Alice together...