Guild Wars

In the end, Draco closed his eyes and stepped back.

His decision had been made; he was going to put the members of Umbra through the ringer to filter out those who had true talent!

Account deletion was a horrifying prospect for everyone because all that hard work you had put in since you first joined the game would go to waste! Some fellows might not even be able to tolerate it and would end their lives on the spot, and there were many such cases in reality already!

However, it could also be a rebirth for some. Though Umbra was the best guild, some of these fellows might have come from other guilds or have been on their own for a while before signing up, causing them to take a wayward path.

Even if they restarted, the skills and techniques they had acquired over the years wouldn't disappear, as they would likely be able to pass Umbra's tests even easier now, thereby achieving a higher position in the guild!

With access to better resources and a better starting point, they might even surpass their old selves if they were lucky!

Of course, that was also another form of trial which required the mindset of never giving up to accomplish. These fellows were about to be heavily tested this time, Draco thought grimly as he took his focus away from the spectacle in the sky.

Seeing Draco paving the way for his people, the War Maniac Pavilion Origin Gods also no longer held back.

"Charge forth, warriors, and slaughter them all!" Malice roared, his Origin Power reverberating in the void.

The countless warriors bellowed in the void, which traveled down into the realm and caused a preliminary sound wave attack. The land trembled, and the earth quaked for miles, with Mount Conquest itself seemingly ready to topple over due to the sheer force of the vibration.

Draco frowned and waved a hand, creating a spatial barrier between the sky and earth that caused the sound to be displaced in sub-space. After all, while the members of Umbra could handle this indirect attack, the captives would likely vibrate their organs out of their bodies and die horrible deaths.

Draco removed the barrier as the warriors charged down from above, seemingly like blazing meteors falling to the ground. The majority came with their void ships, which were forcibly converted into magitech airships upon entering the realm due to the rules of the event.

Their qualities varied depending on the power and technological level of the void ships, with those of low technological standing hovering around the Uncommon and Rare ranks, while the sci-fi ones were directly sent to Epic or Legendary. After all, the output power between the two was vastly different.

The ships bore down on the entire island that formed Conquest Isle, surrounding it on all sides as if wanting to prevent the members of Umbra from escaping. After all, just as the members of Umbra eyed these fellows as walking cash cows that they could harvest for endless wealth, so too did the warriors of the WMP feel the same way.

It was a mutual understanding!

Warriors landed around the city and were forced to barrage the city defense barrier, which some members of Umbra had cleverly restored and had now turned on their original owners. Unfortunately, unlike the ease with which Umbra had in destroying the barrier thanks to Draco's presence, these numerous warriors struggled a bit more to deplete the HP of the barrier. Read new chapters at m_v-l'e|m,p| y- r

300 trillion was not easy, and even with them, it was quite difficult since the barrier was Rank 7 and inflicted suppression on those who struck it, not to mention it had a defense rating and damage threshold.

These combined facts bought the members of Umbra more than half an hour of time out of the one hour they needed to hold the City Lord's mansion, especially since the members hastily reinforced the barrier using their resources.

If there was one thing Umbra had in spades, it was resources.

However, all banquets must come to an end, and under the efforts of hundreds of thousands of warriors, along with the firepower of their void ships turned airships, they finally shattered the barrier and charged into the city with greedy roars.

Now it was Umbra's turn to engage in guerrilla city warfare, and they fared far better than the city's original inhabitants. The warriors from the void who were at least Unranked Warriors, like Draco had been, had full confidence in themselves and their faction.

Fine, they might not hold a candle to Draco since he could even fight off Origin beings and escape with his life intact, but surely these fodder who had never even stepped into the Void Nexus or partaken in a realm war could not possibly have the breadth of mind and strength that they did, right?

Wrong!

All the realms these fellows had stepped in could not possibly compare to the real world that the players hailed from. Just open a random novel site or anime site and you could walk through countless realms and experience countless lives.

Their tactics and utilization of their power was far more ingenious than the warriors of the WMP, who soon found out the hard way as they hit the city like a wall and were swallowed by its endless depths. However, the advantage of numbers was something that could not be easily downplayed in a frontal battle, no matter how superior one side was to the other.

Even as the members of Umbra used their active skills, weapon skills, and various learned techniques to quickly dispatch their foes, more and more came, and their cooldowns could not come fast enough. No worries; they quickly took out scrolls and tools to stave off the tide, causing explosions to resound all over the city, resulting in countless warriors dying.

By now, even the weakest basic members at least had an Epic class, with the advanced members wielding Semi-Legendary classes while expert members had full Legendary classes. Since most of everyone was at least Rank 5, the power they could output was far superior to even the Unranked Warriors who were equivalent to them.

Not to mention that Umbra still had that old title from ten years ago, which was now obsolete to the core members but useful for other members, called 'Suppression Immunity.'

With this, they need not fear even those who were higher ranked than they were, fighting ferociously each second without relenting, harvesting lives like wheat.

Draco looked down and pursed his lips. Even though the members of Umbra fought, there was no wildness or desperation in their movements because they did not know the effect of the Origin Blessing that Wrath had given the warriors of the WMP.

Draco was not sure if he should tell them because this was also another trial. Umbra had grown too arrogant for its own good, and that was fine as long as he, Eva, and Shuangtian were around to carry it further, but their current foes were the Origin Gods that even Draco had no confidence in dealing with.

Umbra could not maintain its senselessly arrogant demeanor forever. Looking down now, the few members of Umbra who had harvested many lives became nonchalant and casual, not dying because they felt it would be an embarrassment, but not making any moves to prevent their deaths in the long run.

Seeing that they even had somewhat of an advantage, they became even more arrogant and began wasting resources and materials to get kills, which was fine, to be honest. Umbra had plenty of those, and these members had stocked up on so many over the years with nothing to push them far enough to use it until now.

Not to mention that the event had a provision that made sure that these warriors dropped everything they owned to the one who killed them, causing the members of Umbra's inventories to be filled rapidly with extraterrestrial items of all kinds, replenishing their stock faster than they could consume.

Each kill was worth Umbra Points, and each moment they persisted granted them more, which could allow them to buy many powerful items that were gathering dust in Umbra's shop—not because people were too broke to buy them, but because, as stated previously, nothing pushed them hard enough to warrant using them all these years.

Now these items were finally being redeemed and tossed out to unleash their effects, causing the already ruined Conquest City to become a truly leveled mess with debris everywhere.

Yet despite this, the members of Umbra who were casual soon began to show ugly expressions. After all, the numbers never decreased, akin to trying to stop a flowing tap with one's hand without turning the knob for it to stop and thinking that one could perfectly stifle the flow.

The worst part was that it wasn't like they were slaughtering foolish pigs who would rush up to die, but trained and excellent warriors from all realms with their own means. Upon seeing members of Umbra using certain items, skills, and methods, these WMP warriors would try to either counter them, avoid them, or use their own special items from outside the void to fight back.

And so, it was inevitable that in due time, the first casualty from Umbra's side appeared. A player who was a frontline warrior had just beheaded a wolf-like male from the WMP when he was suddenly struck in the back by another warrior who timed the attack perfectly in tune with his ally's death.

"Urgh!" the member of Umbra cried out in shock and fury as he turned around and slashed at his attacker, who was shocked that they still had energy to fight back after such a fatal wound.

However, most members of Umbra had items akin to the Seal of Camelot that prevented death and left a sliver of HP, giving them a chance to revive and heal. While most were of Rare and Epic grade, they could at least grant one chance to avoid death, unlike Draco, who had so many.

The fellow took out an Epic grade Angel's Kiss potion to drink, but found that the wound that had been struck radiated a sickening orange glow. No matter how much potion he drank, the wound did not abate and his HP did not rise, rather steadily remaining at the same place even until his 'protected' state from his item elapsed, upon which it became zero.

With a shocked and confused look, the fellow turned into pixels and dropped all items from his inventory before disappearing. The other members of Umbra nearby were surprised by this but only noted the fellow's name down to mock him later for being the trash who died first.

This was what Draco was talking about. Because of the usual arrogance and xenophobia of the members of Umbra towards others, they failed to realize that the fact that the fellow dropped all his items signified account deletion!

This was a fact they knew since Umbra often meted out the same punishment to players, especially those from the War of Extinction back then who dared side with the Rank 7 factions. However, the members of Umbra subconsciously believed this was an impossible thing to happen to them because of who they were, not to mention that their Guildmaster was here.

There was no way their noble and loving Guildmaster, who pampered them day and night, would actually allow their accounts to be deleted, right?

Well, for the fellow who died and woke up in a daze within his pod on the common floor of the Purgatory Group Gaming Office in reality, this was a fact. He had just received some consolation message from the game developers explaining his account deletion and encouraging him to try again.

Despite this, he still couldn't believe it. He, a member of Umbra, who stood above countless beings in both reality and in the game world, had been reduced to nothing? A nobody?

With his account gone, was he even a member of Umbra anymore? Did he even have the right to sit here in the office? What would the future hold for him now that he was a nobody?

For this fellow, the trial Draco had expected those who died to face was now beginning…