298: Chapter 299 Dismembering the Great Demon

An endless wave of steel surged wave after wave toward the ten-meter-tall demon.

One man fell, and three stepped up to fill the gap.

If the shield shattered, they smashed with the power hammer.

If the power hammer got stuck, they drew combat daggers to stab; if the daggers rolled, they used their teeth to bite into the exposed dark red muscles.

On the high platform in the distance.

Grimal's wild laughter stuck in his throat.

He widened his eyes, staring intently at the battlefield before him.

Every single second, players were dying.

The Greater Daemon's battleaxe and blood whip were like two meat grinders, frantically reaping lives.

But it was useless.

The next moment, more gray-armored warriors would step on their comrades' corpses and charge forward.

They surged forward wave after wave, like tireless worker ants, trying to bite an elephant to death with sheer numbers.

Less than ten-odd minutes into the battle.

That Khorne Greater Daemon's body was already bristling with all sorts of messy weapons.

Broken Chainswords were wedged into its calf muscles, unexploded armor-piercing shells were embedded in its shoulders, and there were even a few breathless players tightly hugging the barbs on its thighs, refusing to be pulled off.

"Lunatics… They're all lunatics…"

Grimal subconsciously took a step back.

He muttered to himself, "Are these ants… really not afraid of death at all?"

He had never seen such pure madness.

Even the World Eaters who had suffered through the Butcher's Nails would instinctively feel awe when facing a Greater Daemon.

But this group of people completely treated the Greater Daemon as a huge piece of steak, only wanting to take a vicious bite out of it.

An hour passed.

A fierce and bloody battle.

The terrain of Pilgrimage Square had been completely altered.

At the feet of the Khorne Greater Daemon, densely packed dark-gray player corpses and armor debris piled up into a small hill over five meters high.

Blood dyed the entire square a reddish-brown.

And the Greater Daemon standing atop the mountain of corpses had long lost its initial arrogance.

Its whole body was covered in scars big and small.

Dark red blood continuously flowed down its wounds, pooling into puddles of blood at its feet.

It panted heavily, every breath exhaling thick sulfur smoke.

It even needed to prop its battleaxe on the ground to support its massive body.

Thousands of players forcefully used their lives to wear down a full-status Tier 8 Greater Daemon to its limits.

Behind the crowd.

Flame Fist had not attacked all along; he was observing, calculating, and waiting.

The moment he saw the Greater Daemon panting while leaning on its axe, a sharp glint flashed in Flame Fist's eyes.

The time was ripe.

"Brothers! Scatter!"

Flame Fist let out a deafening roar in the legion channel,

"All of you, back off! The BOSS has entered its fatigue period, leave the rest to me!"

The moment the order was given.

The players surrounding the Greater Daemon's feet immediately stopped attacking.

They turned around without hesitation, scrambling and scattering in all directions, quickly clearing out a large dueling arena in the center of the square.

The Greater Daemon was slightly taken aback.

It raised its heavy eyelids and looked straight ahead.

Golden Power Armor slowly walked out from the crowd.

Flame Fist stood fifty meters away from the Greater Daemon.

Inside the Power Armor, stimulants were injected directly into the veins.

Immediately afterward, Flame Fist slapped the back of his hand against the chest of the Power Armor.

"Activate genetic enhancement overload!"

Even though using it would lead to death, players could resurrect, so would they fear death?

"Hum—"

A sharp buzzing sound came from inside the golden Power Armor.

The reactor output was instantly maxed out.

Flame Fist's body temperature skyrocketed within a tenth of a second.

Scalding heat waves gushed out from the gaps of the armor, instantly evaporating the falling rain of blood into red mist.

His muscles began to swell, and his bones emitted a teeth-aching grinding sound.

Fifteen times full attribute boost!

This was a terrifying power enough to tear flesh apart.

Flame Fist felt that the world before his eyes had changed.

The Greater Daemon's massive body became incomparably clear in his eyes.

Even the contraction of the Greater Daemon's muscle fibers and the frequency of its every breath were captured clearly by his enhanced perception.

"Come on! Grandson!"

Flame Fist let out a battle cry.

"Bang!"

The flagstone under his feet instantly exploded into a two-meter-wide deep pit.

Flame Fist transformed into a burning golden sword, tearing through the air and charging straight toward the Khorne Greater Daemon at supersonic speed.

The Greater Daemon felt the threat.

It roared at the sky, squeezing out the remaining power in its body. The blood whip in its left hand shot out like a poisonous snake, carrying a piercing screech as it viciously lashed toward that golden afterimage.

Too slow.

In the eyes of Flame Fist under the fifteen-times attribute overload, the trajectory of this blood whip, which was enough to instantly kill a group of players, was clearly visible.

Flame Fist did not slow down.

The moment the blood whip was about to strike him, he slightly bent his knees and suddenly exerted force from his waist.

The massive Power Armor performed an iron bridge posture in mid-air that completely defied inertia.

The blood whip swept past just barely above his chest armor.

The moment he dodged the blood whip, Flame Fist swung the thunder Warhammer with his right hand, using the momentum of his charge to smash fiercely into the Greater Daemon's left knee.

"Thud!"

A muffled sound.

The brass armor on the Greater Daemon's left knee instantly caved in, and the sound of bone shattering was clearly transmitted.

The Greater Daemon let out a roar, its massive body abruptly dipping, almost kneeling down.

But after all, it was the Blood God's servant.

The excruciating pain did not make it shrink back; instead, it stimulated its ferocity.

The Bloodthirster gripped the battleaxe propped on the ground with its right hand and smoothly slashed horizontally.

The wide double-headed axe blade, carrying the momentum to cut through everything, swept horizontally toward Flame Fist's waist.

This blow was powerful and heavy, leaving nowhere to dodge.

But Flame Fist didn't need to dodge at all.

Having succeeded in his first strike, the hammerhead of the thunder Warhammer spat out plasma exhaust flames, smashing directly into the ground.

Utilizing this recoil force, Flame Fist shot upward and backward off the ground, rushing into mid-air like a rocket.

The battleaxe swept horizontally past the soles of his boots.

Still missed!

Flame Fist did a half-roll in mid-air, gripping the handle of the thunder Warhammer tightly with both hands, turning the power field to its maximum limit.

His body began to fall under the action of gravity.

His gaze locked onto the back of the Greater Daemon's neck exposed by the horizontal slash.

"Take this smash!"

"Crack!"

The sound of bones cracking resounded through the square.

The Greater Daemon let out a heaven-shaking wail, its massive body crashing heavily to the ground.

This crisp and neat strike, coupled with the bottomless madness and fanaticism of nearly ten thousand players across the battlefield, finally caused a resonance deep within the Warp.

A great gaze projected over.

The Blood God noticed this place.

He did not feel angry because of the follower's death.

On the contrary, a trace of appreciation actually arose within His violent consciousness.

He deeply appreciated this golden warrior exuding pure fighting intent, whose very soul was burning.

In the sky, the dark red crack expanded abruptly.

A pillar of blood-red light, thick to the point of being viscous, descended from the sky, ignoring physical laws and accurately enveloping Flame Fist.

This was Khorne's active blessing.

If a mortal touched even a trace of it, they would instantly gain endless power while transforming into a berserker who only knew how to slaughter.

The pillar of light entered his body.

However,

Flame Fist not only did not feel honored, but instead shook his arms with a look of disgust.

"Holy crap! What kind of disgusting red light is this?"

Flame Fist cursed loudly in the legion channel, "Oh no, that cheapskate Khorne wants to forcibly respec my talent points and give me a sanity-draining debuff?!"

He turned his head and roared at the players on the outer perimeter:

"Brothers! Quickly release mental pollution! Turn on all our speakers! Play the dispelling BGM!"

Several hundred veteran players on the outer perimeter immediately pulled high-power tactical external speakers from their tactical backpacks.

Deafening heavy bass DJ dance music instantly exploded across the square.

The lyrics of this dynamic DJ track were entirely higher calculus formulas.

"Let the function be continuous on a closed interval—Thump! Thump! Thump!"

"Newton-Leibniz formula—Check it out!"

"The limit approaches zero, L'Hôpital's rule directly takes the derivative—Untz untz untz!"

The cold mathematical logic and the deafening industrial heavy metal sound waves combined perfectly.

That bloody light, in front of this heaven-shaking calculus DJ, was like punching a steel plate.

The blood-red pillar of light enveloping Flame Fist began to twist and tremble violently.

"Snap."

The blood-red pillar of light shattered heavily like glass.

The Blood God's gaze was forcefully annoyed away by this group of mathematically-crazed psychological-terrorist DJ players.

"Haha! The buff is gone!"

Flame Fist laughed loudly, raising the thunder Warhammer, "Brothers, all troops attack! Stack stats to death!"

The heavy bass of the calculus DJ still echoed across the square.

Thousands of surviving players completely fell into revelry.

They swarmed forward.

The Khorne Greater Daemon's massive body was instantly engulfed by the tide-like dark gray armor.

Dozens of heavy armor players pounced forward, hugging the Greater Daemon's arms tightly.

More people piled on like an arhat stack, pinning down the Greater Daemon's bat wings and legs.

"Tear its wings off!"

"Strip off the brass armor! These are all high-tier forging materials!"

The Greater Daemon roared angrily, struggling desperately.

But every time it exerted force, it was forcefully pressed back down by hundreds and thousands of players relying purely on panel stats.

The Bloodthirster was now being rubbed against the gravel ground by a group of gray-armored giants.

Its horns were snapped off.

Its brass armor was peeled off piece by piece by players using crowbars and daggers.

The dark red muscles were torn apart under the cutting of hundreds of Chainswords.

It was literally dismembered alive.

"Step aside! The final blow is mine!"

Flame Fist pushed the crowd aside.

The duration of the fifteen-times genetic overload was about to end, and he knew he was about to be forcibly logged off soon.

He leaped high, turning the power field to its maximum limit.

"Die!"

The thunder Warhammer accurately smashed onto the Greater Daemon's skull, which had lost helmet protection.

It was like smashing a giant rotten watermelon.

The Greater Daemon's headless corpse twitched violently, and then turned into Warp ashes dissipating all over the sky.

A huge double-headed battleaxe dropped to the ground with a clatter.

Not long after.

Across the UI of all online players, a dazzling golden banner flashed.

[Server Announcement: Congratulations to player "Use Fire Punch" for completing the first kill of the epic-tier boss "Bloodthirster"!]

A brief silence.

Afterward, deafening cheers erupted across Pilgrimage Square.

Countless players pounced toward the place where the Greater Daemon dissipated, frantically scrambling for the dropped loot.