God-Level Game Developer System: I Brought In-Game Items To Real World Chapter 302: Tenebris: Dark Magician’s Forbidden Treasury [4

With a final, deafening explosion, the Quiver of Eternity shattered, its dark magic dispersing into the air like smoke blown away by the wind.

The cursed arrows vanished, their threat nullified.

The Crown of Dominion, seeing its companion destroyed, began to pulse with a frantic energy, as if sensing its end was near. But ProGarXD wasn’t about to let up.

He turned the ship’s cannons toward the crown, unleashing another barrage of firepower.

"Jordan, let’s finish this!" ProGarXD shouted, his voice filled with determination.

JordanPlayz nodded, summoning one last wave to lift himself high into the air.

With a powerful throw, he hurled his trident at the Crown of Dominion.

The trident, charged with the full might of the ocean, struck the crown with a force that cracked the artifact in half.

The Crown of Dominion shattered, its control over the crew lifting instantly.

The sailors blinked, their minds clear once more, as the pieces of the crown fell into the ocean, disappearing beneath the waves.

"We did it," JordanPlayz panted, landing back on the ship’s deck, his energy nearly spent.

"Yeah, but it’s not over yet," ProGarXD said, his eyes narrowing as he looked toward Maverick Windesburg. "He’s still out there, and who knows what other tricks he’s got up his sleeve."

"Then let’s get ready for whatever’s next," JordanPlayz replied, tightening his grip on his trident.

"Yeah, but it’s not over yet," ProGarXD said, his eyes narrowing as he looked toward Maverick Windesburg. "He’s still out there, and who knows what other tricks he’s got up his sleeve."

"Then let’s get ready for whatever’s next," JordanPlayz replied, tightening his grip on his trident.

Aya, witnessing her team being pushed back by the relentless assault of Maverick’s artifacts, gritted her teeth and activated her Tag Authority.

Her form blurred as she phased through the battlefield, deftly dodging deadly strikes and tagging several artifacts in quick succession. Each touch montarily disrupted the artifact’s power, causing them to falter and giving her teammates brief monts of respite.

But despite her efforts, the sheer number of artifacts was overwhelming. The battlefield was a chaotic storm of powerful relics, each one wielding deadly force.

Aya barely avoided being skewered by the Lance of Shadows, a spear of pure darkness that could pierce through any defense, no matter how strong.

The lance moved with terrifying speed, its sharp tip slicing through the air as it relentlessly pursued her.

"Damn it! There’s no end to them!" Aya growled, frustration creeping into her voice as she narrowly dodged another strike from the lance.

The battlefield was littered with the remnants of shattered artifacts, each one taking a toll on the team’s strength and stamina. The constant barrage was wearing them down, and Aya knew they couldn’t keep this up forever.

Maverick, seeing that his precious treasures were being destroyed one by one, snarled in frustration. His hands moved in complex gestures as he summoned even more powerful artifacts from his Dark Magician’s Forbidden Treasury.

The air around him shimred with dark energy as new relics materialized, each one more nacing than the last.

"These artifacts… they’re connected to his very soul," Illya muttered, her eyes narrowing as she realized the true nature of the items. "We can’t let him keep using them!"

Illya, now determined, transford into her true form—a grotesque yet powerful creature of flesh and tendrils. Her body surged with power as she joined Aya in battling the Lance of Shadows.

The lance, sensing a new threat, veered toward Illya with deadly intent.

"Illya, on your left!" Aya shouted as the Lance of Shadows changed direction, aiming for Illya’s exposed side.

Illya’s fleshy tentacles whipped out, clashing with the lance in a flurry of movent. The impact sent shockwaves through the air as the two forces collided.

The lance, despite its deadly power, found itself ensnared by Illya’s tendrils, which wrapped around it with crushing force.

"I’ve got it!" Illya growled, her voice strained as she wrestled with the weapon.

The Lance of Shadows resisted, its dark energy pulsating as it tried to break free from her grip. Illya’s tendrils tightened, but the lance was no ordinary weapon. It began to emit a dark aura, corrupting the air around it.

Aya saw the danger and quickly moved in, using her Tag Authority to tag the Lance of Shadows. The mont she touched it, the lance’s power flickered, giving Illya the opportunity she needed.

With a powerful heave, Illya redirected the lance’s montum, sending it crashing into the ground with enough force to create a crater.

"Nice work!" Aya called out, but there was no ti to celebrate.

As soon as the Lance of Shadows was neutralized, another artifact took its place—a massive, swirling orb of dark energy that radiated pure destruction.

"We can’t keep playing defense," Illya said, her tone grim. "We need to take the fight to him!"

Aya nodded in agreent. "Then let’s do it. We’ll dismantle every last one of these artifacts if we have to."

The two of them launched into action, their movents synchronized as they targeted the next artifact.

The battlefield was a blur of motion and power as Aya and Illya fought side by side, combining their strengths to overco each new threat that Maverick threw at them.

As they continued to destroy the seemingly endless supply of artifacts, a new wave of opponents erged from the dark portals that Maverick had opened.

These were not re weapons or cursed objects—they were humanoid figures, forged from ancient tals and infused with dark energy.

Their eyes glowed with a malevolent light, and their bodies were covered in intricate runes that pulsed with power.

These were Maverick’s test subjects, twisted creations designed for battle.

Kayden, who had been waiting for an opportunity to contribute, imdiately stepped forward. "Finally, sothing I can work with!" he shouted, his eyes gleaming with determination.

He activated his Rock Paper Scissors Authority, the air around him crackling with energy.

One of the golem-like figures, a towering brute made of dark iron and brimming with cursed power, lumbered toward Kayden. It swung a massive fist, aiming to crush him in one blow.

Kayden, unfazed, challenged the golem to a ga of Rock Paper Scissors!