The game has become a real alternate world

In his hand was a massive scepter constructed from countless decaying limbs.

His face and limbs were covered with large patches of grotesque scale armor, giving him a humanoid appearance while being completely different at the same time.

The holy fire in the sky was embraced by him with his bare flesh.

The sacred flames scorched his body, leaving a massive concave pit behind him, seemingly about to pierce through his body.

"The joy of life lies in feeling vitality, marvelous." Despite enduring such grievous wounds, the grotesque figure seemed entirely devoid of pain, even indulging in it.

A multitude of white maggots emerged from his wounds, as if weaving the injuries, sealing them shut.

Blake and the others had already started attacking the blood pool on the opposite side.

Especially the dwarves, their eyes widened in fury.

As warriors, they felt the rage, and the rage transformed into power.

The bloody scent and such ritual were all too familiar to them.

The cult of the [Skull Bone Lord], the demon believers who almost erased them from this world.

"Bang!"

A figure descended from the sky, crashing directly in front of them.

The dust settled.

What appeared before them was an enormous figure, standing four to five meters tall. His entire body was a dull black-red skin tone, clad in armor that seemed to have endured countless battles, covered in scars and damage.

This colossal figure had a humanoid torso, with blocky muscles densely packed across its body, resembling a monster formed entirely of muscle.

His head was that of a demonic bull, with pitch-black horns spiraling upwards, eyes seemingly ablaze with never-dying flames.

He held a giant two-handed war axe.

A deep voice rumbled from his throat.

"I feel it, the anger and fighting spirit in your hearts. Come! Let us battle.

Humans, and you, those long-lost dwarves!"

"Whizz!"

A piercing sound as an arrow shot from the upper angle at high speed, heading towards the cultist conducting the ritual.

The chosen target was a cultist who clearly appeared to be a leader, standing motionless as he conducted the ritual.

"Crack!"

A massive blood-red hand intercepted the attack, clutched it tightly, and crushed it into dust.

"Shameful ambush, useless waste!"

The blood-colored minotaur roared furiously.

He charged forward, delivering a heavy punch.

With extreme speed, the punch struck George who had leaped down from midair.

"Shield!" Bobo extended his hand in time.

A layer of magic shield enveloped George, but the punch landed squarely, shattering the shield instantly.

The fist slammed into George, driving him forcefully into the ground.

"The annoying fly is dead, now, you, come and fight!"

The blood-colored minotaur shouted, thrusting into the ground to hurl up two massive boulders, hurling them directly at Blake and the others.

Elsewhere.

The holy fire attack was endured by the enemy head-on.

A large mass of green liquid was flung by the voluminous green silhouette.

It headed towards where the Saintess was, crashing down.

"Haah! Not a chance!" As the Guardian Knight of the Saintess, Anita conjured a shield composed of holy light, charging into the mass of liquid head-on.

The energy collision phenomenon occurred as the shield of gathered holy light clashed with the liquid.

The enemy's attack evaporated away.

A few flame-formed Holy Light Magic Bullets emerged again.

They crashed directly into the enemy, who hardly dodged, again leaving two concave pits on its body.

"Yes, that's it, feel the excitement of life." The more the enemy was attacked, the more gleefully it howled.

The plump silhouette charged like a meatball, swinging the nauseating giant scepter in its hand, flinging a large amount of liquid once again.

"Roar!"

Roars came one after another, as the Night Watcher warriors activated their bellow, enhancing themselves and their nearby companions.

Rein charged forward, his sword blade carrying power, delivering a slash to the enemy's thigh.

The blade drove directly into the grotesque combination of green flesh, creating a huge wound.

Along came a flow of foul-smelling pus and viscera, yet more white worms appeared around the wound, trying to heal it.

Witnessing this, Rein intended to continue the assault.

A wooden staff swung past him, delivering a heavy blow that sent him flying, crashing into a nearby burnt ruin.

Observing this, the Saintess instinctively glanced at the flung Rein.

"Careful, Lady Saintess." Kecha rushed in front of the Saintess.

A block intercepted a deadly green spear-like attack.

"Our attacks lack power, only your attacks seem to harm it.

Just attack freely, leave the rest to us."

Kecha spoke, leading the Night Watchers here to stall the enemy's movements.

Using blocks to help the Saintess fend off attacks.

A few half-elves, still strapped with ropes, looped the shadows around the voluminous green silhouette, trying to restrain its actions.

"Why stop me? Feel life, embrace my father." said the robust figure, dragging the rope with a strong yank.

A half-elf was tugged down to the ground forcefully.

"Bang!"

A thundering noise, as the enemy took the opportunity to palm the half-elf completely beneath its hand.