Chapter 558: Chapter 23 War_2 Chapter 558: Chapter 23 War_2 Riding the Wind touched the warm blood still on his face and exclaid, “Wow, that’s disturbingly realistic!”
He even bent down to look at the indistinct ss of blood and flesh on the ground and tutted, “Is that intestine? The details are maxed out!”
Lonely Snow watched this group of newbies whose attention had strayed and couldn’t help but roar, “Hurry up and attack! A few more waves like this and we’ll all be wiped out!”
They really haven’t seen much of the world!
Not to ntion being eaten, he had been swallowed by underground Shark Lizard Beasts himself. This was nothing!
“Yeah, yeah, boss.”
“Right, almost forgot the task at hand—blast that Birdman!”
“For old Wang’s Revenge, we are duty-bound! This shot, dedicated to the headless Warden!”
“For old Wang!”
The sound of gunfire rang out once again. Thick gunsmoke perated the air and in an instant, the area where the Frosthorn was had been engulfed in dense bullets.
At that mont, the Frosthorn began to question its demonic existence.
Over the past century, it had invaded the Pri Material Plane several tis, killing tens of thousands of humanoid creatures and causing dozens of horrific massacres.
But it had never encountered prey like this!
They were indifferent to the death of their companions, even their own deaths, valuing life as nothing, treating battle as if it were playti.
And this attitude, the Frosthorn had only seen in one kind of creature—demons!
Were they Abyssal Lords in disguise, demons wearing human skins?
No, that couldn’t be it. Those tissues, those bones were real. The Frosthorn had feasted on enough humanoid creatures to know the taste of humans.
One could only say these were indeed a strange bunch of humans, defying normal logic.
“Damn humans!”
The Frosthorn let out a roar, flapping its wings and transforming into a dark, twisted shadow, soaring high into the sky.
The Frosthorn lived to create pain, fear, and slaughter. It regularly swooped down from the sky, casting its shadow over prey, giving them the most unforgettable, painful experiences.
To facilitate flight, their bodies were especially slim, and their fur, compared to other demons of its tier, was not particularly thick.
And at this mont, the Frosthorn sensed a dangerous aura emanating from those bullets.
This thing could kill it!
“Bang!”
“Aargh—”
First ca a loud gunshot, followed by a sharp, angry roar.
Black feathers flew about as the bullet pierced right through the Frosthorn’s wing, causing it to wobble in mid-air before stabilizing.
“Eek, I’m hit!”
“Two more shots and I’ll bag this Birdman!”
A player on the ground raised his left hand, shouting with excitent.
The Frosthorn’s mind was consud with rage, unprecedented humiliation, and frustration, its black eyes slightly trembling.
They were rely ordinary humans!
How dare these humans treat a great demon as their prey!
They should be trembling under the Frosthorn’s wings, wailing, desperately fleeing, falling one after the other into blood pools, ending their lives in a complete massacre.
Thinking this, the Frosthorn spread its wings, unleashing a hoarse roar.
“Humans, you have angered !
I will use death to make you recognize your true place—as toys for the great demons, fodder for the Abyss, and lambs to the slaughter!”
“Bang!”
Another shot, feathers scattered.
It was still that sharpshooter player, who now opened his left eye and cheered again.
“Yes!”
The Frosthorn was overco with fury, shaking all over, “You’re courting death—”
Lonely as Snow saw what was coming and quickly warned, “Shut up and cover your ears! It’s about to use a crowd control!”
“Ow—”
The piercing screech that could rupture eardrums rang out, shocking all those who failed to evade in ti.
“Tremble, for I will bring the great Abyss to this world and—”
This ti, the Frosthorn spread its wide, foul-slling wings, casting an enormous and vicious shadow upon the ground.
“Exterminate them all!”
The Frosthorn continued to screech, spewing poisonous spore clouds from its dark wings, shrouding the surrounding space.
With its call, thousands of decayed vultures and crows flew out of the dense forest, forming a surging black tide that almost filled half the sky, rushing towards the village.
Their rotten wings rubbing against each other, their fang-filled beaks emitting similarly piercing, noisy shrieks.
“I can’t see anything!”
“Damn, my health is dropping fast!”
“Darn it! Sothing’s grabbing ! Is it crows? They’re scratching my eyes! Tearing my flesh!”
The entire village was enveloped in the toxic mist, the skin of many players starting to fall apart, decay, and they couldn’t even see what was in front of them.
There was also that ear-piercing screech—if that sound got into their ears, they would fall into a state of fear.
And then there were the ubiquitous crows and vultures.
Once caught in their pair of glinting, covetous eyes, it wouldn’t be long before a player was left nothing but a bloody skeleton.
“Good, just like that…”
“Even if these humans can’t be made to fear, they will still be slaughtered like animals until none remain!”
The Frosthorn cackled sharply, its eyes fixated on the player that had shot it, its murky pupils filled with overwhelming hatred.
“I’ll devour you myself!”
It spread its wings and dove rapidly from the sky straight towards the chaotic crowd.
Several corrupted crows in its path were smashed into pulp by the Frosthorn, but it didn’t care—they were just cheap, disposable pawns.
The Frosthorn extended its talons, the glinting tips rapidly approaching the player’s head.
Good, just like that.
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