"Hmph! These rotten tomatoes and potatoes think they can stop us? Kill them all!"

Flowing Cloud declared imperiously as she charged toward Gods of Destruction, Mad Dragon and Hegemon Palace’s troops. To be fair, her deduction was completely right. The Ivory Tower point-defense tactic was powerful enough to threaten even us, and the three guilds didn’t have a super-mobile ranged party like our mounted archers. Naturally, they were at a disadvantage even though the White Horse Cavalrymen were wounded and tired.

All kinds of skills exploded in between the two sides. It illuminated even the rainy night.

Blood and rainwater mingled together and flowed across the grass. All the players who died here wouldn’t be able to enter Purple Grape City domain again, meaning that they were basically out of this war.

A screaming Little Piglet activated his Divine General Skill, Great Conqueror and did conqueror things, murdering White Horse Cavalry left and right wherever he went. It was to the point where the enemy was starting to avoid him. Unfortunately, Little Piglet was the only one among the three guilds who was crushing the opposition. Everyone else was going even...