Minecraft players are invading the worlds.

"Good timing, watch your grandpa's absolute defense."

The shield guard player's eyes widened, and he let out a wild roar.

"Shield Wall! Stand Firm! Thorn Reflection! All skills activated."

hum!

In an instant, a dazzling golden light shone from the shield guard's body.

The golden light flowed down his arm and into the tower shield, forming a five-meter-high golden light shield barrier in front of him, with intricate runes flowing across it.

"Click click click".

The terrifying black beam of light slammed into the golden light shield.

The immense impact shattered the surrounding bluestone floor instantly, and violent energy ripples spread wildly in all directions.

However, after that dazzling energy light dissipated...

The player holding the tower shield remained firmly in place, without even taking a single step back.

Above his health bar, the thick shield provided by the Jade Sparrow had only lost two bars, and his health remained completely unaffected.

"That's it? Is this all the strength a fifth-tier magical beast has? Didn't it eat breakfast?"

The shield guard player tapped his shield and let out an arrogant laugh.

At this moment, the fifth-tier dark demonic bear, having unleashed its full power, looked at the unharmed human before it and the indestructible golden barrier. Deep fear and helplessness finally surfaced in its scarlet eyes.

It simply couldn't understand how its peak fifth-tier attack, powerful enough to destroy the city wall, could be so easily and brutally blocked by this insignificant human.

What terrifying monsters are these humans?

Just as everyone was attacking furiously and completely shattering the outer defenses of the Orcish Royal Court, Peak, leading a hundred of his elite brothers, stormed into the city through the breach in the blasted wall.

Not only them, but the massive tank formation that followed also continued without pause.

They marched directly along the obsidian road that Xu Tian and his group had just laid out on the battlefield, and entered the ancient city that represented the highest power of the orcs.

As soon as the tank formation entered the city, the NPC gunners immediately turned their cannons around and began to indiscriminately suppress the orc strongholds that were still putting up a stubborn resistance.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The deafening roar of cannons echoed through the narrow streets of the royal court, causing the surrounding buildings to tremble.

Meanwhile, the NPC infantrymen who entered the battlefield with the tanks, who were not assigned heavy weapons but were equipped with various modern firearms, all picked up the RPG rocket launchers produced by the Civilization Guild.

They knelt down skillfully, aiming their scopes at the towering orc magic towers and houses around them.

"Fire."

With the commander's order, countless rockets, trailing long plumes of flame, slammed into the ancient buildings.

With a deafening explosion, the houses built of hard magic stones were as fragile as paper in the face of modern industrial explosives, instantly blasted into pieces, with smoke and debris flying everywhere.

At this moment, all the players who rushed into the royal court were completely immersed in this almost one-sided massacre.

They brandished their weapons and unleashed magic, venting the stress that had accumulated over the past few months of pioneering work on the continent of Aisilia.

However, just as the war raged on and everyone thought the situation was settled, an unusual and terrifying disturbance suddenly came from the sky.

The twilight sky, which had been illuminated red by the gunfire, seemed to have all its light instantly drained away by some invisible force.

Thick, dark clouds gathered wildly above the most magnificent palace in the very center of the royal court, with blinding, blood-red lightning flashing faintly within the clouds.

This sudden celestial phenomenon immediately attracted the attention of all the players.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and instinctively looked up towards the deepest part of the royal court.

Amidst the churning crimson thunderclouds, accompanied by a deep dragon's roar that seemed to come from the ancient primordial era, a colossal figure slowly rose from the depths of the palace that symbolized the supreme power of the orcs.

It was a half-dragon human, five meters tall, whose body was covered with hard, dark gold dragon scales.

He has wings on his back, a pair of ferocious dragon horns on his head that resemble a crown, and a giant dark red halberd wrapped in an aura of destruction in his hand.

His cold, vertical pupils held no emotion whatsoever, only an indifference that regarded all things as mere straw dogs.

The remaining orcs below, who had been driven to despair and were being hunted down by the players, saw this figure and, as if grasping at a last straw, knelt down without hesitation, even throwing away their weapons.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please have mercy and save us!"

"My king, these demons from a foreign land are going to destroy our homeland. Please punish us with divine retribution."

The mournful cries of countless orcs echoed through the ruins.

The dragonman, also known as Long Tian, ​​the last overlord of the continent of Aisilia and the supreme ruler of the orc royal court, heard the wails of his people below and suddenly flapped his broad, dark golden wings.

Amidst the howling winds, Long Tian's massive body began to slowly descend towards the battlefield below.

At the same time, an indescribable, terrifying pressure that made one's soul tremble spread wildly outwards from him in all directions.

Those NPC soldiers who were closer to the scene were so overwhelmed by the pressure that they couldn't even hold onto their rocket launchers. Their legs gave way, and they collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

However, faced with this terrifying pressure that would terrify even the natives, the players standing on the ruins reacted in a completely different way.

Far from showing any fear, they were all gleaming with excitement, breathing rapidly, their faces contorted with ecstasy.

"Holy crap, guys, look, look! It's the Boss! This is definitely the final boss of this continent!"

"Nonsense, look at the entrance effects, look at the oppressive atmosphere on the screen, who else could it be but the final boss?"

"We're rich! We're rich! It's clearly written on the system panel that the total prize pool of 100 million gold coins is distributed according to contribution. The key contribution is definitely the damage output of this final boss. Whoever deals the most damage to Long Tian will receive an astronomical amount of gold coins in the end."

At this moment, the entire player channel had completely exploded.

Chapter 316 The Despicable Human Race

The crowd chattered excitedly, their eyes glued to the slowly descending dragon, as if it were a moving mountain of gold.

"Everyone knows that, why are you talking nonsense?"

A warrior player gripped his greatsword tightly and swallowed hard.

"But look at the size of this Boss and the oppressive aura it exuded just now, it seems a bit too powerful, doesn't it? If we rush in and fight it hand-to-hand, won't we get killed in one move?"

A player in the crowd, holding a sniper rifle made by the Civilization Guild, sneered indifferently.

"What are you afraid of? This is a tactical game. Those of us who are fragile or not good at melee can just find a safe cover on the outside and hide to deal damage."

"As for the dangerous task of close-quarters combat, let Tianxia and his top-tier melee teams handle that. We don't need to deal much damage. Just throw out a skill or fire a shot with a sniper rifle at the crucial moment. As long as we can get even a little bit of damage, the system will recognize that we participated in the Boss battle, and we'll definitely get a share of the loot."

Upon hearing this suggestion, everyone suddenly realized what was happening and nodded in agreement.

"That makes sense, bro. That's what it means: as long as I'm fast enough, the boss's AOE won't hit me."

Then, in the next ten seconds or so, a bizarre scene unfolded that Long Tian could never comprehend in his entire life.

The thousands of players who had initially surrounded them with great momentum suddenly retreated.

They began frantically controlling their battle pets, sending them running towards the still-standing tall buildings, clock towers, and even the corners of abandoned city walls in the distance.

They found the perfect sniping and casting positions, set up their weapons, and were ready to chip away at the opponent's health.

At this moment, Xu Tian, ​​who was standing at the very center of the battlefield and closest to Long Tian, ​​narrowed his eyes slightly.

His gaze was fixed on the enormous dragon-man.

Long Tian finally landed on the ground.

His vertical pupils swept over the devastated royal court, and as he looked at the orc overseers who had died tragically under the gunfire, his anger reached its peak.

He slowly raised the dark red halberd in his hand, pointing it directly at Xu Tian and the others in front of him. His voice echoed in the night sky like a great bell, full of the majesty and anger of a superior.

"Damn human ants, how dare you attack my royal court while I was in seclusion! Today, I will tear your souls out and burn them in karmic fire for ten thousand years..."

Long Tian had only spoken half of his sentence when his deep voice still echoed in the air.

However, the players showed absolutely no intention of cooperating with his performance.

"Hey? Why isn't the boss making a move yet? What's he rambling on about?"

One of the players in the team scratched his head in confusion.

"Don't you understand? This is called a forced demo animation in the game settings, also known as a cutscene."

A seasoned player next to him analyzed the situation in a serious tone.

"Based on my experience playing traditional RPGs, I estimate that we'll have to wait until he finishes all those pretentious lines before the battle officially starts and we can deal damage."

Upon hearing this analysis, a hot-tempered and impatient mage player in the crowd behind immediately became unhappy.

"To hell with the cutscenes, I don't have time to listen to him padding his word count."

Before he finished speaking, the mage player raised his staff high, and his magic power surged wildly without reservation.

"Eat my Inflammation Explosion."

In an instant, the air above the royal court suddenly heated up.

Countless raging fire elements rapidly condensed in mid-air, transforming into a colossal fireball with a diameter of three meters and a surface shimmering with blinding white light.

The fireball, carrying terrifyingly high temperatures capable of melting everything, passed directly over Xu Tian and the others, and slammed into Long Tian, ​​who was giving his villainous speech.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar.

The powerful fireball slammed solidly into Long Tian's unsuspecting chest and exploded instantly.

Flames engulfed Long Tian's massive body, and thick smoke billowed into the air.

Upon seeing this, all the players held their breath, staring intently at the cloud of smoke.

However, when a gentle breeze blew by and the smoke gradually dissipated, everyone was dumbfounded.

Long Tian remained in the same stance, holding his halberd, without taking a single step back.

There wasn't even a trace of scorch marks left on his dark golden dragon scales. The Flame Burst spell, which was enough to instantly kill an ordinary fourth-tier magical beast, was like a firework that had no killing power when it hit him.

At the same time, due to the player's initiative, the previously hidden health bar above Long Tian's head instantly appeared, as determined by the system.

It was a health bar interface that inspired despair, densely divided into several layers. What was most despairing was that, even after taking that fireball, the number displayed next to the health bar was still 100%.

"Holy crap..."

The mage player who had just thrown the fireball rubbed his eyes, his face full of disbelief.