Chapter 102: Constantine Appears Again?

"Seriously, this is hilarious. They're lying on the ground like dogs."

"Kneeling the moment they see us? So courteous, too formal!"

"What can you do? The Divine Mountain Empire probably knows they will soon be annexed by us. Sucking up to us in advance is normal."

The scattered voices came down from above.

The second-class players of the Divine Mountain Empire merely showed mild annoyance on their faces.

Most of them had a sense of belonging to their race but felt no allegiance to the Divine Mountain Empire. In contrast, the players from the Atlantic Empire seemed highly united...

Though the Fourth Prince was furious, he still found time to turn to Sterl and say, "Mr. David, we mustn't clash with them now."

"The people of the Dark Moon Alliance don't care about fairness. They will annihilate whoever they see making the first move."

"The Atlantic Empire's people are trying to provoke us."

He was particularly worried that David, being a strong individual, might retaliate after being insulted.

Sterl casually nodded. They were insulting the Divine Mountain Empire. What does that have to do with me? Making a move? That was never my plan to begin with.

At this moment, amid the growing commotion, several NPCs from the Dark Moon Alliance appeared out of nowhere and boarded the Atlantic Empire's shuttle.

Though they maintained their usual cold and businesslike demeanor, it was clear that their attitude softened somewhat when dealing with the Atlantic Empire's people.

"Remember your promise. If you disrupt the bishop's plans, the royal family of the Atlantic Empire will be replaced."

"Also, stop expecting us to intervene in every little issue."

"It's just a minor country. Can't you handle it yourselves?"

The Dark Moon Alliance members then turned to the Divine Mountain Empire, saying, "Any fighting near the portal is strictly forbidden."

"If you violate this again, you will all be executed on the spot."

With that, the NPCs flickered and vanished.

The Fourth Prince and the NPCs of the Divine Mountain Empire wore expressions of utter humiliation. The Dark Moon Alliance's people seemed ostensibly fair, prohibiting any conflict.

Yet, given that the Divine Mountain Empir's people had already severely injured several individuals, it was blatantly biased.

"Understood. Rest assured, we will give it our all this time." said the young leader of the Atlantic Empire, watching the figures of the Dark Moon Alliance members disappear.

He then turned to the Fourth Prince, "Sorry, I didn't have time to deal with you just now."

"But don't worry, we still have half a day before entering The Netherworld. We can have some fun."

"Oh, and don't forget, fighting is prohibited. If any of our people get hurt, we will certainly report it to the Dark Moon Alliance." The young leader smiled brightly.

At this moment, the players of the Divine Mountain Empire were utterly bewildered.

Isn't this grudge between the Atlantic Empire and the Divine Mountain Empire? What does it have to do with us? We're just here to complete a mission...

How did we get dragged into this mess?

The Fourth Prince responded loudly, "The warriors of the Empire will never succumb to any threats."

"Everyone, this time, our Empire has caused you trouble, but there will be compensation in the future."

With seven-colored divine flames burning around him, every punch "Constantine" threw turned players and NPCs he touched into ashes on the spot.

"Impossible! Did he achieve legendary status?? His power increased so much!"

"No way! Did Constantine possibly go mad from training some arcane skill?"

"Everyone, disperse and retreat! Run!" The young leader frowned deeply. On any other day, seeing Constantine's power surge and him killing some players and NPCs wouldn't have mattered at all.

Finding a few legendary figures to subdue him and find a way to bring him back to his senses would normally be the solution. However, this time they were heading to The Netherworld under a mission from a bishop of the Dark Moon Alliance. If too many people died... the mission would fail.

The entire royal family would be held accountable and dethroned.

"Of all times, Constantine had to lose his mind now." the young leader muttered helplessly, gritting his teeth as he sent a distress signal through the communicator given to him by the Dark Moon Alliance, requesting backup.

His expression was grim, knowing full well that this meant Constantine would certainly be killed by the Dark Moon Alliance on the spot.

Forget about any relationships or pleas for mercy from the Atlantic Empire.

With Constantine causing such a massive commotion, the Dark Moon Alliance, eager to maintain their dignity, would undoubtedly show no mercy!

However, the young leader was clearly overthinking it.

Constantine, at this moment, unleashed a brilliant fist technique imbued with divine flames, killing a third-class NPC. The seven-colored flames on his body grew so intense that they hurt the eyes of anyone who looked at them.

In the distance, figures from the Dark Moon Alliance NPCs began to flash into view.

But just then—

Boom!!

The intense seven-colored flames erupted wildly!! It was as if a new sun had risen in the sky!

The already battered shuttle of the Atlantic Empire twisted and melted under the extreme heat.

It eventually turned into a massive, semi-melted heap of scrap metal that fell to the ground.

The members of the Divine Mountain Empire had long fled far away, but the shock waves still knocked many of them over, though thankfully, there were no casualties.

However... countless people from the Atlantic Empire were burned to death by the flames in an instant, including the young leader. His final expression was one of pain and regret.

The seven-colored flames burned brightly, and people from at least forty or fifty countries present could only stand and watch in stunned silence.

Even those second-class players with S-grade talents and professions, who had always seen themselves as the chosen ones, trembled at the sight. They all knew that if they were hit by those seven-colored flames, they would undoubtedly die!

Countless individuals looked on in terror, knowing that this was a move that could only be pulled off by a player close to legendary third-class status! No one dared to provoke him, fearing they would be caught in the aftermath and meet their end.

Finally, a few NPCs from the Dark Moon Alliance arrived, albeit a bit late. It had only taken them a few seconds, but they had been blown away by the shock wave earlier and had to reappear, which took an additional two seconds.

Their faces darkened as they looked at the smoldering wreckage of the shuttle.

"Who dares to be so audacious??"

"How dare you attack personnel from another nation??"

"You're done for. The Alliance will find you, and you will be ground to dust."

The NPCs cursed aloud, their hearts filled with rage.

This was a blatant provocation against the Dark Moon Alliance! If they couldn't find the culprit and make an example of them, the Alliance's authority would take a significant hit!