Ashen Dragon-Chapter 557 - 23 War

“This demon’s definitely mine!”

“Hey Birdman, drop the Gold Coin quick!”

The players fired relentlessly, the sound of gunfire barely pausing, their eyes reddening with eagerness.

That was 1500 Faction Contribution, 50 Ginnars!

Enough to buy a set of Rare Quality equipment, and to acquire some assets within the City of Isdalia, speeding through the beginner phase.

“Damn—

I will make you experience—true fear!”

Frosthorn was unable to contain its rage, being treated as prey by a group of humans, which was a great humiliation!

The demon opened its beak, revealing a chaotic array of sharp teeth, its exposed throat undulating violently.

“Aooo—”

A piercing screech sounded.

Almost all creatures that heard it felt their brains trembling in an instant, a deep-seated fear of chaos into their souls.

“Not good, it’s crowd control!”

“Cover your ears quick!”

Players hastily covered their ears, but the sound pierced through like poison needles, causing them so much pain they knelt on the ground, and some with lower constitution even fainted on the spot.

Even Lonely as Snow, the veteran player leading the team this time, felt his mind trembling and could only brace himself by clen injustice.

“Hahahaha!”

“Just like that, be afraid! Tremble!

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Let your blood converge into the river of The Abyss, let your souls become the nourishment of chaos.”

Frosthorn laughed wildly, flapping its wide wings, and with the flurry of pitch-black feathers, it broke into the village like a black phantom.

“Whoosh—”

Its nearly half a meter long talons swung like a scythe, and in an instant, blood spattered, and countless severed limbs flew about, turning the village into what looked like a cruel slaughterhouse.

“Ah!”

A mournful cry echoed.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of flesh tearing, the demon’s long, sharp claws pierced right through a player’s chest.

Scarlet blood shot out, but that wasn’t the end.

“Sssslurp—”

Frosthorn applied a little force with its claws and actually tore the player in two, lifting the upper half directly.

It ripped off the still warm, blood-dripping head from the trunk and stuffed it whole into its mouth.

“Crunch, crunch…”

The sound of flesh and bones being chewed echoed on the battlefield, chilling to the bone, while the remaining body was discarded carelessly on the ground.

Now, you all should feel fear.

Frosthorn’s face, resembling that of a vulture, revealed a twisted, malevolent smile—an unfailing tactic when facing frightened humanoid creatures.

It usually derived special pleasure from devouring live sacrifices, especially those bloody and vomit-inducing, enjoying the sight of the devoured’s companions in terror, unable to believe what they were seeing.

“Your companion here was quite delicious…

I wonder… what do you all taste like?”

The demon’s hoarse whisper echoed over the battlefield, like murmurs from The Abyss.

If it were common folk, they would’ve already completely lost their will to fight, legs trembling with fear—even the bravest person would feel a pang in their heart at the sight of their close ones being devoured alive.

“Old Wang! Old Wang—

How horribly you died! Sob sob sob, why did you have to go like this…”

A player burst from the crowd and threw himself onto the headless body, heedless of the blood, wailing with snot and tears.

“Yes, just like that…

Feel the pain…”

Frosthorn smiled maliciously, wanting to savor the delightful scene thoroughly, but strangely, it didn’t taste the “pain, fear” it expected.

However, what followed completely caught Frosthorn off guard.

“No worries…”

The player wiped the tears from his face, tossed the onion aside, and did a somersault in front of the body.

He went next to Old Wang’s remains, made a peace sign, took a selfie, and said cheerfully:

“I prank you!”

“This…”

Frosthorn was utterly puzzled.

Behaving like this in front of a comrade’s corpse, even grinning, was this guy still human?

Could he be a demon in human skin?

Indeed, some players were disgusted by the scene, nearly retching, and some timid ones trembled with fright.

But the majority, having been through many horror games, were already resistant to the demon’s antics.

They were still savoring the details, even finding pleasure in each other’s misfortunes.

“Fuck? Someone got eaten!”

“Hahaha! Isn’t that Old Wang? Good grief, even his head got chewed up! I took a photo, will PM it to him later…”

“This boss is fierce; it really eats what it says it will.”

“The damage is so high…”