Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Chapter 323 322-The Bloody Guild Battle

Chapter 323 Chapter322-The Bloody Guild Battle

While guild members enjoy the shared resources of the guild, they're also expected to contribute a portion of their personal earnings.

In contrast, solo players aren't bound by these obligations.

They can invest all their gathered resources into themselves.

Thus, in the early stages of the game, these individual players often progress faster than regular guild members.

However, as the game evolves, this advantage dwindles and is eventually overtaken by guild members.

Currently, with most players hovering around the hundred-level mark, the solo players' strengths still shine through.

For a moment, an array of skill lights sparkled throughout the Tide Guild's territory.

Every now and then, a player would cry out in pain from a sustained injury.

The roaring sound of clashing weapons, the crashing noises of crumbling structures, and players' shouts resonated continuously, creating an unending cacophony.

The high-level elite players from both guilds stood out remarkably in the battle.

MoonWhite, from a vantage point, fired an energy arrow, accurately hitting a Wolf Guild's magus.

This disrupted his chant, sending him flying in an instant.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the Tide Guild's base, Wolf Prime fought with the ferocity of a tiger.

As his axe danced, several Tide Guild players met their demise, dissolving into beams of light before returning to the respawn pool.

At this juncture, both guilds' elite players targeted their adversaries' regular players, aiming to deplete the opponent's numbers as much as possible in the early stages of the Guild Battle.

Such intensity left onlookers from other guilds agog.

This was the raw brutality and savagery of a Guild Battle.

In such large-scale clashes, individual power, unless exceptionally outstanding, becomes almost inconsequential.

In the end, Guild Battles are a testament to a guild's depth: whether they have sufficient numbers at their base, enough elite players, high enough levels, and powerful enough equipment.

Within the virtual gaming world, it's levels that dictate all.

A player at level 100, even with the most basic equipment, by virtue of inherent attributes alone, could easily overpower a level 1 player donning divine gear.

All damage is expressed in numbers; while there might be cases where the weak triumph over the strong, they're almost insurmountably rare.

Only if one possesses an exceedingly high skill level is there a chance to bridge the gap of equipment and level disparities through sheer dexterity.

Unfortunately, Tide Guild lacks such exceptional players.

Whether in terms of elite player count or offensive coordination, they are far outmatched by Wolf Guild, and thus, swiftly found themselves at a disadvantage.

Members of Wolf Guild launched their full onslaught, dividing their forces and surrounding Tide Guild's players in brutal combat.

Dirge, brandishing her axe, charged into the heart of the enemy ranks.

Her fierce onslaught was like a whirlwind, with every swing leaving a trail of dismembered limbs.

It's undeniable: this woman possesses a mental fortitude that far exceeds what her appearance suggests.

Opting for the berserker class, which demands close-quarter combat, she fights bloodied but undeterred.

Her form weaves in and out, skillfully dodging enemy blows while delivering lethal counters.

Beside her, Tide Guild members also exhibited formidable combat prowess.

They coordinated with each other, deploying various skills and tactics, effectively halting Wolf Guild's momentum. Soon, the battlefield was engulfed in chaos.

Members from both guilds engaged in close-quarter combat, with the luminescence of interwoven skills streaking across the sky.

Blood splattered on the ground, glistening under the sunlight.

The battle was brutally intense, making life seem all the more fragile in its wake.

Even faced with daunting odds, Tide Guild's members persisted in their fight.

They battled for their guild's honor, defending their homeland to the very end. Each member of Tide Guild demonstrated indomitable will and courage.

However, the members of Wolf Guild were no pushovers.

Their camaraderie dated further back than Tide Guild's, showcasing superior strength and coordination in combat.

Their skills and attacks were sharp and deadly, every blow posing a direct threat to Tide Guild's members' lives.

The battle that ensued resembled a deathmatch, every move dripping with lethal intent.

Amidst this brutal skirmish, Tide Guild's members paid a hefty price.

Some, in their haste, charged recklessly into enemy ranks, only to be taken down in a coordinated assault.

Others, engrossed in fierce battles, neglected their surroundings and were ambushed, leading to their demise.

But Tide Guild's members didn't waver.

They fought tenaciously, sacrificing their flesh and blood for the dignity and glory of their guild.

Seeing her cherished guild members, whom she had worked tirelessly to recruit, continually fall to Wolf Guild's onslaught, a furious Dirge, casting aside all caution, charged straight to the frontline.

Swinging her massive axe, every strike carried the fury of a tempest.

"Ha! You damn mongrels!" roared Dirge.

A flurry of skills emanated from her, cleaving a Wolf Guild member clean in half right before her.

A frenzied aura enveloped her, causing those nearby to instinctively recoil.

Under her lead, every member of Tide Guild threw themselves recklessly into the fray, coordinating with one another, landing precise strikes.

Despite facing the numerically and strength-wise superior Wolf Guild, there wasn't a hint of retreat in their stance.

On the battlefield, the brilliance of skill effects crisscrossed in the air, producing intermittent dazzling flares.

Blood spattered amidst the atmosphere, with the bodies of the fallen littering the ground.

Amid this chaos, SoulSong stood wielding a longsword, impassively reaping the lives of regular members of Tide Guild before him.

He demonstrated agility, adeptly evading the onslaught from Tide Guild members.

With a flick of his sword, a dance of sword shadows ensued, every strike imbued with devastating force.

His high level, coupled with immense attack power and agility, rendered him the reaper of the battlefield. Each swing effortlessly brought down foes.

Constantly switching his angles and methods of assault, sometimes piercing vital points and at other times breaking enemy defenses, his attacks resembled an unpredictable storm, catching many off guard.

SoulSong's prowess soon caught the attention of Wolf Guild's higher echelons.

The vice guild leader, Wolf Howl, standing beside Darklord, remarked with a sly grin, "Darklord, this ace under your command is quite formidable. In such a chaotic battle, he doesn't make a single error. Clearly, a top-tier player with flawless execution."

Darklord snorted coldly, responding, "What good is skill? Isn't he still serving obediently under me? In this age, there's little that money can't solve. He used to have his own guild. But with just a bit of gold, he came crawling to serve as my hound."

Wolf Howl maintained his smile, but a sly gleam passed through his eyes. He had dealt with Darklord for quite some time now.

From what he gathered, the man was just a brash and thoughtless scion of wealth, one who often acted without considering the consequences.

Such individuals, he mused, could never truly achieve greatness.

Were it not for the close collaboration between their two guilds, Wolf Howl might've already taken action against him.

"Doesn't Guild Leader Darklord wish to join the fray himself?" Wolf Howl inquired.

With a look of disdain, Darklord shook his head, "Such a newly established guild isn't worth my effort."

Feigning agreement, Wolf Howl nodded, then remarked nonchalantly, "Then please cover our flanks, Guild Leader Darklord. I'm off to enjoy the slaughter." And with that, he vanished from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was directly behind an elite player from Tide Guild.

His dagger, cold and swift as a striking serpent, silently pierced the player's heart.

The player, aghast, looked back only to find emptiness.

Gazing downward at his bleeding chest, he fell, defeated, turning into a beam of light, respawning back at Silverglow's pool.

From a concealed vantage point, John observed the scene with a furrowed brow.

Wolf Howl's method of attack seemed eerily familiar, almost identical to the NPC assassins from AGHHO.

It solidified his suspicions: the previous assassination attempts on him by the six AGHHO assassins were undoubtedly linked to this Wolf Howl.

John's gaze drifted back to Darklord, a contemplative expression on his face.

In the heart of the battlefield, Wolf Howl's involvement undeniably hastened the conclusion of the Guild Battle.

He moved like a ghost among the combatants, occasionally manifesting to claim one life after another with his dagger.

Even though this was a game, where defeated players could respawn, the sight sent shivers down the spines of onlooking guild members.

It was a fate far more humiliating than a direct defeat.

To be assassinated without any chance to react, without even catching a glimpse of the enemy.

Onlookers began to wonder: if they faced such an adversary in a Guild Battle, how could they possibly counter him?