Flanking Assault and Stat Harvest
After properly equipping his items, Mu-hyuk called forth his summons.
"Skeleton Summon."
Sung Min-woo and Yerin did the same.
"Spirit Summon."
"Squirrel Summon!"
A grand army of skeletons emerged amid swirling winds.
Sleek, impressive spirits.
And even nimble little squirrels.
The atmosphere shifted in an instant.
"Whoa?"
Nearby users glanced at Mu-hyuk in surprise.
"Oh, it's Mu-hyuk, Iron Fist, and Yerin."
"That one's a priest, right?"
"Yeah, Kim Ji-yeon, I think?"
"She's pretty well-known among priests."
"Damn, every one of them is a ranker."
"Insane."
"We got this easy, right?"
"Of course, they're on our side, dude!"
"Let's enjoy the show then."
The mood wasn't bad at all.
Boom! Kaboom!
But inside the city, the explosions were growing louder.
"Should we pick up the pace?"
"No."
"Then?"
"Let's assess the situation first."
Mu-hyuk never rushed.
"Skull Snake Summon."
Snakes, forward.
The Skull Snakes moved faster than expected. They spread out in all directions, slipping over the walls of the small city. Through shared vision, Mu-hyuk took in the chaos unfolding inside.
"Crazy. They're stronger than we thought!"
"We outnumber them—push harder!"
"More coming from behind!"
Their side had the numbers.
Hmm.
But skill levels were the issue.
They'd gathered meticulously?
Forma Continent players were hastily assembled mercenaries, so their skills varied wildly.
In contrast, the Kaion Continent players were a proper elite force. They clearly had the overwhelming prowess to counter the numbers.
"Hup…!"
"Ugh, what the hell—why are they so strong?!"
The gap widened as the fight dragged on.
"Push!"
"What's the big deal?!"
"Let's rack up some contribution points!"
Kaion Continent users charged like mad. Some Forma players melted away pathetically under their strikes.
"Shit…!"
"Argh, this pisses me off so much!"
The 24-hour penalty meant the dead could only log out and watch the war indirectly via live streams or Illusion TV.
Level 191 mage user Jang Gil-han, who'd just taken a critical arrow to the forehead, was no different.
HP has reached 0.
You have died.
You cannot log in for 24 hours.
Trembling with rage and hollow regret, he logged out.
Hiss.
The capsule door slid open.
"Hah, damn it all."
He hurriedly flipped on Illusion TV.
Anything broadcasting here?
Luckily, plenty of war-related streams were live.
"Oh?"
Was it luck?
"Nice, Mu-hyuk's streaming."
He tuned into the rare broadcast.
Chats flew back and forth.
Mu-hyuk finally pushed into the small city.
Jang Gil-han quickly typed.
Jang Gil-han let go of the chat.
Time to spectate.
He donned his VR headset for immersion.
"Ho ho."
VR's vividness was unmatched.
Mu-hyuk and Sung Min-woo's conversation.
Followed by action.
Jang Gil-han tilted his head—why hadn't he thought of that?