POV: A Dwarven Player
Shouts and yells echoed between the walls of the enormous cave. Gradually, the light dimmed as the massive metal gate isolating the cave from the outside clasped closed with a resounding thud. A web of magical lights and runes flickered to life across the gate, casting eerie shadows on the stone.
Metal clanged incessantly as an army of dwarves, clad in heavy plate armor that made them resemble bipedal tanks, formed up behind the gate. Gatlin, a dwarven player decked out in his armor, took his spot in the formation, his hand trembling as it gripped his weapon.
Suddenly, a ding resonated in his mind, delivering the message he had expected—and dreaded.
Ding!
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Hello, I have a new task for you! What, did you think you would be forgiven after the last battle? Haha, we gods do not forgive so easily.
Objective: Wait for the signal and then attack the dwarven city from inside!
Reward: 1 XP; 50 fresh onions
Failure consequences: You will vomit out your eyes through your ass.
Failure conditions: You will not participate in the attack on the defending dwarves; You betray the system by warning the dwarves.
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Just looking at the failure punishment, Gatlin glanced at his friend, his face paling. The text was so gruesome that no one even wanted to imagine what it meant, let alone experience it. Yet, he had spent years as a dwarf, fighting as one of them, and was now expected to betray them.
Suddenly, a shrieking sound snapped the dreaming wyrm back to reality. A stone spike headed straight for them, launched by one of the countless earth elementals.
'Pathetic piece of stone.'
They gathered their magic power, forming a barrier of pure bluish mana. The spike crashed against it and shattered with a resounding bang, raining down as dust.
They didn't feel even a sliver of fear as their horns began to shine brightly, a massive magic circle forming in their gaping maw.
In the midst of its casting, the wyrm knight's attention was drawn to a radiant glow on the ground, their perfect eyes focusing and zooming in.
A hammer ascended with unstoppable force, a beam of divine energy shooting forth. The young wyrm knight barely had time to react, seeing countless dracodactyls and their riders torn apart as the light engulfed them. The next moment, the divine power enveloped the wyrm, their vision darkening.
POV Vesuvius:
With a crack, the dark shadow of the dragon appeared so high in the sky that even the tallest mountains looked like tiny piles of gravel. His eyes momentarily faltered as he watched multiple wyrms and countless lesser kin die in the blink of an eye.
He could see the dust that remained of their bodies drift away in the wind.
'A divine weapon.' He immediately became serious, unwilling to underestimate one of the weapons that helped to kill the other dragon kings. He could feel the staggering amounts of energy infused within it—more than he used to have as a lord.
For a moment, tremendous worry and anger exploded within him. His gaze briefly scanned over the battlefield, noticing the young emerald dragon, the demonic dragon, the storm dragon, the death dragon, the fire dragon, his minion knight, and others, checking if his closest subordinates were still alive.
The fear was gone, and the anger slightly subsided.
'Let's see what the chosen champion of a god can do, and I hope you are ready to pay for attacking those loyal to me.' He spread his wings, and the day turned into night as he seemingly absorbed all the light, like a moving black hole.
Then his body lit up with searing, pale blue fire, turning night back into day, but this time he was the sun. Instantly, as his aura washed over the battlefield like a tsunami, all fights stopped.