The Great War Part 3

The forces from Wesphuy had significantly decreased, and the only people left were from one of three different high leveled guilds. All of their catapults and almost all of the archers were gone too. That being said, there were some low leveled stragglers here and there, but the main force remaining from their army was the high leveled players. I'd say they had about 1/5 of their original numbers while Enjuhar had around 1/2. Now it'll end just how I thought, with the high leveled players being overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

Crowds of low leveled people rushed at the enemy guilds, and while they were swiftly killed, more and more people took their places. Eventually, they'll succumb to fatigue, run out of mana, or have their weapons and armor break, it was only a matter of time.

I regrouped with my remaining guild members, and it seemed like only half of us survived. Mike walked over and joined the rest of us.

"So, this is it huh?"

"I guess so."

"The event was alright, it definitely could have been better."

"Yeah, I'd give it a 3 out of 5."

I looked toward Mike and asked…

"Oh, where's Olivia?"

"Dude she died like five minutes into the battle."

"Really?"

"Yup."

"Okay."

"…"

"…"

"So, do guys wanna go in together and end this fight right now?"

"Might as well."

"Sure thing."

"Let's do it."

We all started walking toward the remaining enemies, but soon broke off from each other and began running at them from multiple directions. We'll bring this event to a swift end.

-Elsewhere-

Man, I can't believe I just went ahead and died like that. I thought I was getting pretty good at the game too. If it weren't for that necklace from Toni- I mean Josh, I would have died a lot sooner. I guess this event wasn't really meant to be played by lower leveled people like me; but anyway, what was up with this timer?

[3:27]

[3:26]

[3:25]

I wonder what'll happen when it reaches zero. Well, there's not much I can really do but watch the rest of the battle in the meantime.

I watched as all the remaining guild members rushed in to finish off what was left of Wesphuy. Honestly, I don't really see a way that they can make a big enough of a comeback to even come close to winning. The remaining strong players were now being forced to block our guilds' attacks, which left them wide open to take damage from the low leveled players. They couldn't both defend against our players and fend off the endless cannon fodder which was the lower leveled people. One of them died, but a light appeared around them and they were quickly brought back to life with full health.

Did she use something like the necklace Josh gave me?

[0:31]

[0:30]

[0:29]

"Boss! We can't stop them, there's just too many!"

"I- I know, but we still have to fight!"

"I'm almost out of MP!"

*Slash*

*Slash*

*Stab*

The main person leading the remaining players fell to the ground; he barely had any HP left, and a sword was about to strike him, depleting his health and killing him.

"BOSS!"

"Someone help him!"

[0:02]

[0:01]

[0:00]

The sword hit him, but to everyone's surprise, he didn't die; Instead, a message popped up for everyone to see.

[PVP Is Not Allowed Here]

"Huh?"

Everyone quickly stopped fighting once they noticed their attacks did nothing. Any time someone was hit with any attack that would do damage, the same message popped up.

[PVP Is Not Allowed Here]

"Is the event over?"

"That was disappointing."

"Really anticlimactic."

"Does that mean we won?"

Voices of disappointment filled the battlefield until they were interrupted by a loud noise in the distance.

*BWAAAAA*

"What was that?"

*BWAAAAA*

"Is that a horn? Where's it coming from?"

Everyone looked around, and in the distance, a large figure could be seen making its way to the battlefield. It got closer and closer, and soon enough we were able to start making out just what it was. It looked to be another army, but instead of being made up of people or NPCs, it was made of monsters. Wyverns flew in formation above while the ground was littered with creatures mainly of the undead variety. Undead wolves, zombies, skeletons, demons, and plenty of other such creatures. In the front of the army, there seemed to be a figure leading them all.

Everyone stared in awe as the leader dismounted the skeleton horse they were riding and approached the remaining people. The person in question looked to be a woman who had light greyish skin, black horns protruding from her head, a mix of black and red makeup, while their wardrobe seemed to consist of mostly black, dark grey, or dark red. She walked within about 50ft of the remaining people and a pair of black wings protruded from her back.

"I am the Demon Lord Shalene, and I command you all to lay down your lives for me. Those who reject will experience eternal suffering beyond your comprehension."

Murmuring could be heard from the players.

"What's going on?"

"Demon Lord?"

"This game doesn't have a Demon Lord?"

"SILENCE!"

Shalene shouted, and it seemed to quiet everyone down.

"I don't have all day. What is your decision."

Everyone stared silently.

"…"

"…"

"…"

"So be it."