BUZZ!
The hive walls trembled as Beezebub spread his grotesque, multi-jointed arms, his wings buzzing with infernal malice.
The Lord of the Flies lifted one clawed hand, and the entire chamber responded in a nightmarish symphony of chittering, screaming, and flapping wings.
"...!"
The cacophony of sounds hit the players like a mad chorus of dying souls but as professional players, they held their nerves, staying at alert.
And then from the cavernous hive ceiling of this domain, Pestilent Drones rained down like a living storm, ravaging through everything in sight!
Carrion Reapers scuttled from the walls, their bladed limbs reflecting the sickly light. And the Hive Lords, bloated and grotesque vomited forth endless, squirming reinforcents that quickly filled the battlefield.
It was a war of attrition.
Noah lunged forward, his Spellforged Battle Lance crackling with arcane power as with a single thrust, he pierced through an incoming Reaper, the kinetic explosion sending it spiraling into its own kind.
The force of his attack parted the swarm montarily, but more horrors surged in to fill the gap.
Aria, a relentless whirlwind of steel, cut through the horde with brutal efficiency. Her Blademaster’s footwork was flawless, each strike cleaving through chitinous flesh and severing insectoid limbs.
Benjamin, cackling madly, unleashed a storm of elental devastation.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Fire, ice, and lightning erupted in chaotic bursts, all his doing; scorching the hive walls and sending smoldering, twitching husks to the floor.
Caleb’s summons fought in perfect synchronicity.
A shadowy chira ripped through the enemy ranks, spectral wolves harrying Beelzebub’s minions, while a titan-like Golem crushed swarms of the monstrosities under its massive fists.
And at the center of it all, Genevieve shone like a beacon of light in darkness, her healing magic the only thing keeping them from total collapse.
Her barrier spells flickered against the relentless onslaught, her staff glowing with divine radiance as she reinforced her teammates.
But Beelzebub was not just a Summoner. He was a Gunner.
And suddenly, from beneath his tattered robes, the floor boss drew forth twin firearms; ancient, infernal relics pulsating with demonic energy.
And then with a manic grin, he fired.
Bam!
The first shot, a black bullet of pure decay tore through the battlefield, turning an entire section of the hive floor into festering rot.
Bam!
The second shot, a searing crimson bolt, pierced through Caleb’s golem, detonating it in a violent explosion that sent the Summoner crashing backward.
Caleb’s eyes widened. ’Not good...!’
And then, Beelzebub moved.
He wasn’t just a towering monstrosity, he was fast, extrely fast!
Whoosh!
In a blink, he was among them, his claws lashing out, his wings carrying him in unpredictable, erratic movents like a drunk monstrosity.
The son of Lucifer was a chaos incarnate; a demon whose re presence disrupted the flow of battle.
Noah barely managed to parry a claw strike, the force of impact sending him skidding across the flesh-covered ground.
Even for veteran Warstar players of their caliber, this clash against Beelzebub, son of Lucifer, the Lord of the Flies was pushing them to the edge.
"This guy is insane!" Benjamin shouted, no longer able to joke as he narrowly avoided a barrage of venomous projectiles.
"We need to cut him off from his summons!" Genevieve called; her voice strained as she poured more healing into the group.
Noah’s mind raced.
Beelzebub’s strength was in his swarm, his overwhelming numbers. If they kept fighting like this, they’d be buried under sheer attrition.
Unless...
"Benjamin! Set the whole hive on fire".
The Elentalist froze. "You’re joking..."
"Now!" Noah growled.
Benjamin didn’t question it a second ti.
He raised his staff and with a magic grin, full of faith in his captain, he conjured an inferno that roared to life.
And then, the entire hive ignited.
KABOOM!
Beelzebub screeched; his swarm frenzied as their nests burned.
The Pestilent Drones fell from the air, their wings catching fire, their bodies bursting in sickening pops.
Carrion Reapers spasd as flas consud them whole. The Hive Lords collapsed, their bloated forms rupturing in violent explosions of bile.
Ordinary Warstar players would be consud in this terrifying explosion that was caused by their own hands, even most veteran Warstar raid parties would succumb to the flas and it was why Benjamin voiced his concern in the first place but they all reacted, improvising.
Afterall, this was no re Warstar veteran raid party, this was God Noah’s raid party.
In the chaos, they all improvised, using their 10 years plus experience to navigate through the flas, keeping themselves alive through different ans.
And in that mont of chaos, that was when Noah struck.
Fishing in troubled waters...
Bzzz!
His Spellforged Battle Lance suddenly flared with blinding radiance.
He launched forward, piercing through Beelzebub’s chest with unstoppable force. The impact sent shockwaves across the battlefield, the Lord of Flies shrieking as his body began to unravel.
The son of Lucifer had a truly mind-bending HP capacity, but having been chipping at it since, slowly, it already dwindled a lot till now.
Besides, when Noah struck at the climax, he always went with a killer move.
His 10x skill points SSS-Rank unique skill gave him the privilege to learn multiple high-level skills of the Combat Mage class, and this gave him an edge when hunting down powerful and terrifying bosses.
The demon gasped, his mandibles clicking in disbelief.
"Impossible...!"
Not paying the floor boss any attention though, Noah ruthlessly twisted his lance. Beelzebub’s body shattered into ash.
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They had won.
The 4th floor boss had fallen.
The key to the final floor, Asmodeus’ domain was theirs, but where was the key? Where was their drop rewards?
"...!"
They felt a bad premonition.
And then..., the world suddenly went silent.
The flas still burned. The hive still trembled. But suddenly, there was no sound.
No more buzzing. No more screaming.
Not even the crackle of fire.
Genevieve’s eyes widened. She tried to scream, tried to warn them, but her voice was gone.
And then, a dagger, impossibly fast, pierced her back.
"...!"
A delicate hand twisted the blade, and Genevieve collapsed, her lifeblood spilling onto the scorched ground.
A shadowy figure erged from nothingness, stepping over Genevieve’s twitching body.
A woman, tall, impossibly graceful, her every movent unnervingly precise.
Dressed in midnight-black robes, her face obscured beneath a hood, only a pair of cold, silver eyes shone from the darkness.
She withdrew her dagger with slow, deliberate intent. Genevieve’s blood dripped from the blade, onto the silence-covered battlefield.
Then, she finally spoke, her voice, a whisper that cut through the unnatural hush like a blade.
"That was sloppy".
Noah’s breath caught in his throat. This wasn’t a normal enemy; this wasn’t even a hidden elite.
This... was sothing else.
Kali, the Demoness of Silence, the 2nd hidden boss of Demon’s Tower!
A hidden boss so feared, her very existence was debated in Warstar’s forums.
And she had struck at the very heart of Noah’s team. Genevieve, their Cleric, their lifeline, was down.
And for the first ti since entering Demon’s Tower...
...Noah felt real danger.
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