CHAPTER 675: CHAPTER 675: HELL MESSENGERS, GOD-TIER BOSS ARMY!

With the arrival of one towering figure after another from the great nations, the atmosphere on the battlefield instantly exploded with heat.

Even the melon-eating crowd in the livestreams couldn’t help but get their blood boiling.

["Holy crap! They’re all Epic and Legendary powerhouses, that’s all T1-class top experts."]

["Powerhouses gathered in one place!"]

["Got goosebumps all over!"]

["Isn’t this more epic than Boran?"]

Facts proved it: with the Beacon Nation having the aid of seven great powers, forming an Eight-Nation Alliance, plus support from more than forty allied countries, they were indeed formidable.

But Dragon Nation wasn’t fighting alone either.

Dragon Nation also had its own allies: Bear Nation, Thracian, Sevia, White Nation, Argan Empire, and more.

The battlefield’s situation instantly polarized.

Looking at Dragon Nation’s side, suddenly so many allies had also appeared.

Elfa, however, showed not the slightest panic. On the contrary, he appeared even more composed and confident.

"Good. Now this is the true ultimate gladiator battle!"

"Perfect chance to wipe you all out at once, seize the Mythical-class job scroll, and then my Beacon Nation will ascend straight to the very peak!"

Sevia Empire’s Bloodthirsty Hunter, Cindy, folded her arms across her chest, looked at Elfa, and said, "In broad daylight, dreaming? What are you, born with an extra nostril or a third eye to be so confident? Who gave you this courage, Dumbledoor?"

"Good one!", Vajra · Hu Yanzhou shot Cindy a look, "Where did you hear that joke? Isn’t that from Harry Potter?"

"Tch!", Cindy said, "I’ve studied some culture since I was little. I’m already half a Dragon Nation native. Of course I understand Dragon Nation well."

At this time, Ice Emperor, the Frost Emperor, gripped his frozen spear and said, "Our feud has lasted for hundreds of years. It’s about time to put an end to it."

"Then let’s see whose fist is harder, who is the true king of this world."

As words clashed, both sides’ professionals were already drawing weapons, the tension boiling.

A fierce will to fight erupted, igniting the entire field in an instant.

Everyone assumed battle stances, world war on the brink of eruption.

But just then—

Suddenly, a breath of hell spread from underground.

"What’s going on? Why does it feel like some kind of force is pulling me down, trying to drag me underground?"

"Why do my legs suddenly feel so heavy?"

All at once, everyone felt discomfort.

They looked down at the ground, and saw beneath everyone’s feet, a visible black mist was spreading out from underground.

"What’s this?"

Among the crowd, a warrior from the Sun Nation hadn’t even reacted yet before suddenly screaming miserably. In the next instant, two black, withered arms burst from underground and yanked him straight down.

By the time his nearby teammates realized it, that Sun Nation warrior had already vanished.

"Where is he?"

"What just pulled him down?"

While the crowd was still caught in inexplicable panic—

BOOM!

A jet of black light erupted from the ground, blasting the Sun Nation warrior back out.

He was hurled skyward, then slammed brutally into the ground.

A moment later, his whole body dissolved into a pillar of white light.

Instantly, panic gripped the battlefield.

Because the one who had just died was none other than a top-ranked super powerhouse in the Sun Nation’s strength rankings: the Hurricane Warrior, Aiven · Ria.

In the very instant he was dragged underground, he was obliterated.

The fact that a powerhouse of that level could be killed in a blink was enough proof of how terrifyingly strong the force lurking underground truly was.

And not long after Hurricane Warrior Aiven · Ria died, another miserable scream rang out.

This time, an assassin from the Batan Empire suffered the same fate. He too was dragged under by arms from the depths.

When he emerged again, it was as a corpse, transforming into white light right in front of everyone’s eyes.

Everywhere the hellish aura spread, more and more professionals were dragged underground, one after another.

And without exception. Alive they went down, dead they came up.

Those who died resurrected ten seconds earlier at their save point.

But when others asked them what happened, they knew nothing at all.

They didn’t even know how they’d died, couldn’t see who killed them.

Only that everything went pitch-black before their eyes, and then nothing.

"AHHH!"

Wave after wave of screams echoed across the field.

As more people were pulled underground, the crowd grew increasingly frantic.

They gripped their weapons tight, gazes wide with terror.

"Is it ghosts? Are ghosts coming?"

"Ghosts usually sneak around in the dark and die when exposed to light, right? How could they attack openly?"

"Damn it! So what the hell is this thing?"

Elfa stayed on high alert.

Until, beneath his own feet, two black, withered arms burst up from the ground.

Before they could seize his legs, Elfa reacted with lightning reflexes, leaping up to avoid their grasp.

He countered with a sweeping slash, severing the arms clean.

At once, golden blood poured from the severed limbs.

The arms shrank quickly back underground.

Elfa stood tall, and said, "It’s the ultimate boss of the Hell Arena, the Hell Familiar, Golia!"

At his side, Dark Priest Lelovs was shocked, "The ultimate boss of the arena is this strong? It can directly insta-kill even powerhouses like us."

Elfa’s eyes narrowed with seriousness.

"A King-tier BOSS’s power, you think using it to insta-kill you is excessive?"

"Ki... King-tier BOSS?"

At those words, everyone was stunned.

"My god! Really? The ultimate boss of the Hell Arena is one of the strongest King-tier BOSSES in the entire otherworld?"

"But how did Elfa judge it was a King-tier BOSS?"

Elfa looked at the ground where he had just severed the arms, at the golden blood that remained.

"In the Otherworld, only King-tier BOSSES bleed golden."

Realizing the ultimate boss of the arena had joined the battle, Elfa’s heart, instead of dread, was burning with excitement.

Because as long as they killed the ultimate boss, they could clear the Hell Arena.

So while everyone else desperately dodged the Hell Hands’ attacks, Elfa deliberately hunted them, looking for chances to sever them clean.

But it seemed the boss had noticed Elfa’s obstruction.

From all around Elfa, humanoid warriors crawled up from underground, their whole bodies flowing with molten magma.

As if their bodies were entirely made of magma.

Even from dozens of meters away, people could feel the intense scorching heat radiating off them.

And above their heads, the IDs that appeared shocked everyone even more—

[Hell Messenger] (Physical type, Lv175 God-tier BOSS)!

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