MMORPG: Divine Mech Hunter
Chapter 1565: Heads Rolling

Chapter 1565: Chapter 1565: Heads Rolling

"Hehehehe." The Demon Marshal chuckled with an alluring tone, "What an interesting scene. It seems that your own people are more than willing to spice up the game’s difficulty. Well, that’s fine—it makes things more entertaining."

The three commanders’ eyes were bloodshot. Damn it—this was another slap in the face. Their buffs were already about to expire. Although their weapons were powerful, they drew strength from the weapons themselves, not their own abilities. No matter how strong a weapon is, it can’t sustain a constant burst state forever.

They had seen a glimpse of victory, and yet those damned rookies messed things up. How could they not be furious? If they weren’t in the middle of a life-and-death battle with the Demon Marshal, they would have already rushed over to personally deal with those idiots.

This was outright playing with their lives! Competition was inevitable, rookies were bound to act like this—it was in their nature.

Snatching battle merits was one thing. But before taking them, at least know if you’re capable or not!

Originally, Li Yao had a great chance to kill the Faceless One in one strike or, at the very least, heavily wound him, paving the path for victory.

But no, they interfered, giving the Faceless One a chance to catch his breath.

And as if that wasn’t enough, they even sent people to block Li Yao, preventing him from making a move. Fine, whatever—Li Yao had already figured out the Faceless One’s weaknesses anyway.

But now, what did they see? Li Yao and the Green Dragon Princess didn’t make any moves. Yet the battlefield had turned into a one-sided slaughter.

Unlike Li Yao, they didn’t possess something like the Dark Touch to defend against the corrosive liquid and didn’t dare get close at all.

Using ranged attacks to target the core wasn’t impossible, but the core was hidden inside the body. Their magic only scratched the surface. Yes, the damage they dealt to weak points was higher than normal, but it was still limited.

What made things worse was the lack of strong contenders like Li Yao and the Green Dragon Princess. The Faceless One had free reign to massacre without any obstruction.

The Faceless One’s bloodsucking ability was terrifying. Just moments ago, he had been at half health. Now his health was back to over 90 percent—and it had stabilized.

Still, they refused to give up.

The NPCs naturally didn’t understand that, in pursuit of the first kill, these players had already abandoned all consideration of costs.

"You’ve seen it yourselves. You’re simply incapable of killing the Faceless One." The Green Dragon Princess frowned at the maddened crowd.

A player sneered, "So what? You two should just stay out of this."

"Exactly. If you don’t back off, we won’t mind sending you on your way." Another player laughed coldly.

Several guilds had sent people to join the group intercepting Li Yao and the Green Dragon Princess. The crowd was massive now, and naturally, their arrogance grew. Had it not been for their mutual unwillingness to be the first to die, they would have already teamed up to kill Li Yao.

The cold gleam in Li Yao’s eyes flickered as he said calmly, "I’ve already given you 15 minutes. You’ve seen the result—rather than killing the Faceless One, he’s recovered to his peak state. You cannot defeat him. If this drags on any longer, even if you achieve your so-called ’first kill,’ you won’t enjoy the aftermath."

"What a joke. Do you really think you’re some sort of savior? Without you, the faction army is doomed to fail? Come on, this is just a raid. Factions can’t fail. If we drag this out long enough—even if we can’t kill him—the factions are bound to have some backup measures. In any case, your Starfire can forget about securing this first kill."

One player spoke mockingly.

Li Yao simply chuckled to himself. Did they really think The Ancient God was like those other games with preordained plots?

No one knew better than him. The Ancient God had crafted an entire world. But after granting these NPCs personalities and rules, the system no longer interfered with outcomes or processes. The ultimate storyline was driven by NPC interactions and player influence.

Could the main raid truly not fail? Of course it could. In the previous timeline, one unexpected event led to the deaths of several major Dark Camp leaders. The Dark Camp had nearly fallen apart.

Sure, after the pioneering players were done, the storyline became fixed. Only then did mirrored instances reflect pre-written narratives.

But until the pioneering phase ended and the story was set in stone, there were countless variables. For example, in the last life...

Though there were still Molten Mountain Dragons, the Demon Marshal had never been exposed. Nor had such an intense battle ever occurred. Even the Green Dragon Princess and her companions had been wiped out.

"So there’s really nothing left to talk about?" Li Yao’s voice sank as he asked.

"Talk? You’ve lost the privilege. Do you think you’re an unmatched powerhouse? How laughable."

They thought Li Yao was backing down, and their words grew increasingly brazen and malicious.

"Heh, if that’s the case, fine then." Li Yao took a few steps back.

"’Heh’ my ass! Damn it, I can’t stand it when people say ’heh.’"

"You bastard, saying ’heh’—are you looking to die?"

"What’s with the ’If that’s the case, fine then’? Show off all you want, but pick a better time for it, will you? We’ll each throw a spell at you and drown you."

Li Yao was too dazzling. What irked them most were so-called "super players" like him. Originally, the spotlight was theirs, and they should have been basking in the adoration of the lower-tier players.

But Li Yao’s emergence disrupted everything. Who held the true peak performance? Prairie Fire. As if no one else had any skills. Prairie Fire had amassed too many fans, leaving them fuming inside.

That wasn’t even the worst part. Encountering his fans made it unbearable. People would approach them saying, "Wow, you’re so skilled—really impressive." Before they could even put on their modest smiles, the next sentence would cut them off: "Just not as good as Prairie Fire."

Or they’d say things like, "Hey Master, do you know Hunter King’s techniques? Are they real? They seem too advanced—I’ve died countless times trying to practice them."

Damn it—how were they supposed to respond? Wasn’t that humiliating?

Now that they had found an outlet for their grievances, they wouldn’t hold back. Discarding all pretense, they let jealousy and frustration pour out.

"Well then, I have no reason to hold back anymore. Farewell, everyone." Li Yao flashed a faint smile.

Swish, swish, swish, swish...

One by one, Mantis Assassins suddenly emerged from behind the players. Accompanied by dazzling slashes of blades, heads started flying.

In a flash, heads rolled, and blood sprayed like fountains.

The players who had been taunting Li Yao mere moments ago, along with a majority of those besieging the Faceless One, were almost all simultaneously ambushed by two assassins each.

In the face of such stunning surprise, aside from a handful of elite players with invincibility skills or sheer luck, everyone else perished. Thousands of players were slaughtered in seconds.

Countless bodies fell simultaneously, causing spectators’ eyes to almost pop out of their sockets. Onlookers—both players and experts—gasped in unison.

Damn, that was ruthless, decisive, and blood-soaked.

Scenes of countless heads tumbling and blood gushing were later uploaded online, cementing the nicknames some had given Li Yao: Blood Demon, Wicked Demon, Executioner.

But the shock factor of this event was astonishingly powerful...