Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!-Chapter 573 - 205 "Holy Land Powerhouse" Elanna? The All-Out War with the Chosen Ones (10K)_2

But it was in that very moment that the Elf Rangers deeply felt the malice coming from the players...

As well as the humiliation power specially prepared for elves.

From within the group of players, the club player Honeydew suddenly made a move, as a Mage who had begun to learn the War Mage System, and she instantly pulled out a bucket of scalding and foul-smelling "unidentified brown paint" from her spatial grid.

As the saying goes, when a mop dips into shit, its ensuing swipes are bound to rival the rebirth of Lu Bu.

Um... With the paint bucket in hand, the Mage closed the distance between them in a flash.

Then, the bucket was tipped over.

An unprecedented dread spread through the hearts of the Elf Rangers.

Almost instantly, a group of Elves swiftly retreated outside the bucket's range, retreating while issuing indignant curses.

Whether or not the Elves cherished peace was put aside for the moment, but one thing was certain, this bunch really valued cleanliness.

In almost every circumstance, these Elves had a strong sense of self-cleansing, even to the extent that in choosing their professions, they would consider "whether the profession would ensure cleanliness during combat".

Um...

However, the players evidently didn't play by the rules, as after the advent of the feces summoning system which produced "Excrement Flames", these creatively unfettered future War Mages presented the world with a nearly perfect player response—

It's a separate matter whether we can beat you or not, we'll disgust you first!

Even though the Elf Rangers could be considered well-informed, before this war, they had never seen such a spectacle.

Buckets of golden juice rained down from the sky, and the forest echoed continuously with cries and screams; utilizing this shameless and pungently odorous tactic, the players managed to push the Elf Rangers back step by step.

From afar, even the players' shouts could be heard: "Surrender and we won't pour! Surrender and we won't pour!"

And to tell the truth... with just these shouts, the Elves' determination to fight to the death was, to some degree, shaken.

However, in this brief moment, those who were thrown into confusion reacted just a split second too slow.

And in that split second, a fatal disaster unfolded.

A howling gale resounded through the forest, and the hurried, frantic rush of footsteps alerted the more experienced Elf Rangers who still held on to their will to fight.

"Look to the rear! Look to the rear! They've flanked us!"

Just as a male Ranger said that, figures riding Shadow Wolves charged in, brazenly breaking into the rear of the retreating Elves.

Strings of Slime Mucus shot out, almost instantly binding the movements of most of the Elves.

To be more precise, it left these proud Elves dangling in the air.

Their inability to gain leverage in mid-air left them incapable of breaking free, and the invading Wolf Cavalry charged at them, each delivering a punch to their bodies.

The heavy blows almost instantaneously disintegrated a third of the Elf Rangers' ability to resist, and Willfo, after all, was a core member stationed in Titan City; in these two years of frequent interactions with the players, he had also developed an impressive and majestic demeanor.

So, when he got down to business, he really played dirty.

Looking at the Elf Rangers who were beaten down, you could tell how quick he and his Rangers were to act.

"Drop your bows and we won't kill you, I repeat, drop your bows and we won't kill you!"

With the Lancaster banner strapped to his back, and having just disarmed the Elves' ability to speak with his Slime Sword, he swung his arm in a commanding gesture.

Clearly, the Elf Rangers themselves weren't the type to flee battle, and upon hearing Willfo's shouting, they weren't intimidated by that roar; instead, they wanted to counterattack immediately.

But in the next moment, a terrifying rumble suddenly echoed from afar.

An impact swept up from the skies, carrying the dark clouds as it tumbled outwards. There they were, in the Black Forest, yet it felt as if a terrifying storm was blowing through.

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The mushroom cloud rising into the sky seemed to swallow everything, and the collision sound that was almost brain-ringing and ear-piercing left the scene momentarily speechless.

"What...what on earth is that?"

An Elf Ranger murmured as he spoke.

Willfo, with a grave look, said, "That is the punishment power unleashed by the lord whom we pledge our allegiance to. I'll say it one last time, give up resistance, you have nowhere to retreat now!"

As Willfo said this, the Gluttonous Slimes that were restricting their movement immediately condensed sword blades gleaming with black light from the mucus entwining them.

The slimes' bell-like laughter echoed, devoid of any warmth, conveying only coldness and ruthlessness.

It was as if they could hear the footsteps of the Death God silently drawing near; just as some Elves closed their mouths, resigned, while others prepared to risk their lives to attack, a sigh suddenly came from within the group:

"Put down your weapons first, dying senselessly serves no purpose, our resistance can't inflict any harm on them."

The one who spoke was Adela Yongyue. After the mighty Bessie Windwalker from the Holy Land had been obliterated by two successive divine mights from the skies, leaving not even a corpse to be found, she realized that things had exceeded the imagination of the Supreme Forest, hurtling toward an unknown future.