Online Game: Crazy Skeleton-Chapter 1640 - 1447: This Joke Cannot Be Made (Two in One)

Chapter 1640: Chapter 1447: This Joke Cannot Be Made (Two in One)

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"Haha, ridiculous! What am I supposed to be pretending about? And what’s worth pretending for?"

The man in the white robe laughed as he spoke, turning to look at Drizzling Rain. "President Drizzling Rain, you’re just too kind. Wouldn’t it be simpler to crush them outright with strength? Let’s see if they still dare to oppose you!"

"Tch, if it weren’t for your father granting you military power, you wouldn’t be acting so cocky!"

Drizzling Rain retorted irritably, then landed her firebird, rejoining the team and handing over command to this fellow.

"President, let me handle him!"

Red-faced Tiger, upset by the arrogant expression on the white-robed man’s face, stepped forward and volunteered, eager to teach him a lesson.

"You’re not his match."

Withered Fish stared intently at the man in the white robe, feeling an invisible pressure weighing upon him. Not even when facing Dai Xuan had he ever felt this kind of oppressive presence.

"Then what are we waiting for? Launch the full attack already! We have so many people—let’s crush him to death!"

Red-faced Tiger was practically bursting at the seams with battlelust, itching to rampage forth right now. All he needed was for President Withered Fish to give the order.

"Everyone, listen to my command—kill!"

Withered Fish didn’t bother with further banter, directly initiating the all-out attack. No matter how strong this white-robed brat was, he couldn’t withstand so many troops!

He wanted this guy to understand that now was definitely not the time for playing lone hero!

"Heh, so you want to bully me with your numbers? Fine, I’ll give you what you want!"

Facing this mass of charging players, the white-robed man didn’t falter in the slightest. He pulled out a scroll glowing with platinum light and directly crushed it.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

In an instant, countless flashes of light lit up the area, and close to a hundred thousand players were teleported in, surrounding all members of the Tiger Supreme guild.

"Mass Teleportation Scroll!"

Drizzling Rain gasped in shock at this sight, then shook her head helplessly, muttering to herself, "My dad really knows how to splurge. Wasting a single platinum scroll like this—such a prideful move at the expense of reason!"

"What’s the matter? Why aren’t you attacking anymore? Keep going!"

Looking at the frozen players of the Tiger Supreme guild, the white-robed man mocked them. "Gang up on others, huh? Well, let me show you how it feels to be bullied!"

"Impressive skills, sir. Even managing to obtain such a rare teleportation scroll—it’s truly admirable!"

Withered Fish realized he was outmatched this time. Who could’ve thought Drizzling Rain would have such a formidable ally? The scariest part was that he didn’t even know who this person was—it was absurdly low-profile!

Even the three Tiger Brothers felt their spirits break, obediently staying in the ranks without daring to mutter even a peep.

"Heh, regretting it now, are you? Don’t think becoming a mere guild president means you can act recklessly. Let me teach you what it means when they say there’s always someone stronger out there!"

The man in the white robe gave a wicked grin, revealing a set of gleaming sharp teeth. He shouted in a booming voice, "Brothers! Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

"You dare?!"

Withered Fish roared furiously, but lamentably couldn’t shift the tide of war. He could only hastily command his troops to form defensive formations, trying to minimize unnecessary damage.

"Kill!"

With orders given, this elite force surged forward like a tidal wave, crashing into Tiger Supreme’s forces. Their hastily formed defensive positions were immediately scattered.

The ensuing scenes were as expected: both sides descended into utter bloodshed. Coupled with chaotic sound effects, the ambiance was rendered astonishingly dazzling—comparable to a Hollywood blockbuster!

"Let us go! We were just passing by!"

"Help! I don’t want to die!"

The crowd of wandering solo players trapped in the fray had no escape, ending up as collateral damage with the death count skyrocketing.

In less than half an hour, the ground was piled high with player corpses. Even the Dark Swamp wasn’t spared; countless players fell into it, becoming meals for the Swamp Fire Toads and leeches lurking below.

It was a foregone conclusion—the disparity in numbers was too overwhelming. Tiger Supreme guild had no chance to turn the tides and was completely slaughtered. Not even Withered Fish managed to escape—his blood-stained fate was shared by all. The ground was so soaked with blood it turned crimson.

Thankfully, with the divine intervention of the game system, the corpses were constantly refreshed. Even the terrain was restored, keeping the scene from being overly gruesome and preserving a clean aftermath.

For the players lying on the battlefield now, however, it was awkward. Without the cover of corpses, they were embarrassingly exposed. Watching the many gazes toward them, they could only awkwardly rise and offer what they thought was their friendliest smile, sincerely saying, "We’re not affiliated with any guild—we were just here to join the fun..."

"Better to slaughter a thousand by mistake than let one off the hook!"

"Die!"

The players, bloodlust still boiling, paid no heed to anyone’s pleas or affiliations—if they weren’t with their guild, they were dead. No exceptions.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Finally, the battle reached its conclusion.

The forces led by Drizzling Rain achieved a sweeping victory, losing fewer than three thousand players while obliterating the tens of thousands belonging to the Tiger Supreme guild. Even the solo players spectating the chaos met their end, turning into a multitude of unavenged souls lingering in the battlefield.

"President Drizzling Rain, how about it? Satisfied with this battle’s results?"

The white-robed man was all smiles, enthusiastically seeking praise from Drizzling Rain. Serving as the commander of this operation, his heart was surging with immeasurable pride—his speaking tone even carried a hint of exhilaration.