Whoosh! Wild flames blazed high, ravenously eating away at Blood Land’s ruined base. Only the corpses piled on the ground were evidence that an intense battle had taken place. There were no survivors at all.

“What in the world happened here?” Creutz quietly landed from the sky, looking around in surprise. He had rushed over after hearing that four large clans had allied themselves to target Yeon-woo and Blood Land. He arrived thinking that he’d land in the middle of a raging battle, but all he saw were ruins. The fighting was already over.

Did they move somewhere else? Just as he was about to pull our Zulfikar, the shadows of wyverns loomed over him as players in elaborate armor landed one by one.

“Huh? Are we in the wrong place?”

“It’s quieter than I anticipated. They’re not the kind of people who would end things like this.”

They were the Fantasy Regiment’s main forces along with the Illusion Knightage: the Free Priest Clan, the Black Wolves, and Fire King Group. They were among the top ten squads. 

The First Squad, Wings of Blue Sky, landed last. In one glance, one would get an impression of coldness from them. Even though they had only ten members, their presence was greater than those of the Illusion Knightage and the other forces combined. The other players all bowed...