Chapter 396 - 89: Beheading Operation? Congratulations! You’ve Chosen the Highest Difficulty Playstyle

As the two of them spoke, the squad of over a thousand foreign players, which had taken a long time to assemble, had completely collapsed amidst the unceasing flames of the Ancient Fire Dragon, Wales.

The crimson-gold, fiery Dragon Breath swept across the battlefield again and again like molten lava. The foreign players’ armor melted into twisted slag under the intense heat, and their skill-based shields were torn apart as easily as thin paper. Screams mingled with the scorched smell of roasting flesh, filling the air. Every beat of its Dragon Wings kicked up a searing wave of heat that sent the dying foreign players flying. The entire squad of foreign players was tormented until only scattered pockets of resistance remained.

Meanwhile, the invaders’ entry points in other regions of the Lord World had also descended into Chaos. The Holy Empire’s "Bloodthirsty Mount Team" weaved through the edges of the battlefields like phantoms.

A thousand miles away, a Divine Gift Ancient Thunder Dragon circled in the cloud-darkened sky. Its massive, scaled claws sliced through the air, purple lightning gathering at its tips.

「The next second.」

Several bowl-thick bolts of lightning slammed down toward the ground.

The foreign players’ bodies instantly went rigid in the flash of lightning, fine sparks arcing across their hair and armor. The Divine Chosen Soldiers’ formations were blasted open, leaving gaping holes. But the Ancient Thunder Dragon was relentless. It continually adjusted its position, causing lightning to rain down like a torrential storm. The ground was left pitted and scorched, littered with charred corpses and broken weapons.

In the southernmost part of the Lord World, the scene was even more gruesome.

A Divine Gift Ancient Wind Dragon unfurled its enormous, membranous wings. With each flap, it generated countless Wind Blades that glinted with a cold light.

These Wind Blades were as thin as a cicada’s wing yet sharp enough to sever steel. They shot toward the ground like a dense Arrow Rain. The foreign players didn’t even have time to scream before their bodies were sliced into several pieces. Blood and chunks of flesh splattered across the grass. The surrounding Divine Chosen Army was not spared either. The Wind Blades tore gashes through their ranks, and the Divine Chosen Soldiers fell in droves. Their bodies soon piled up into small hills.

Farther east in the Dragon Realm, a frozen hell awaited.

A Divine Gift Ancient Ice Dragon took a deep breath, a pale blue, frosty mist gathering in its mouth. It then spewed forth an incredibly cold Magic Beam.

The moment the Ice Beam hit the ground, the cold spread at a visible rate. The once-muddy ground froze into a smooth sheet of ice. Foreign players who couldn’t escape in time were instantly frozen into lifelike ice sculptures, the terrified expressions on their faces clearly visible.

The soldiers of the Divine Chosen Army were Pushing and Shoving one another, trying to escape, but their frozen feet kept them rooted to the spot. In the end, the entire Divine Chosen contingent was turned into a glittering "Ice Sculpture Array."

Meanwhile, at the old site of the Elf Kingdom in the far north, the battlefield was filled with a strange, devouring sensation.

A Divine Gift Ancient Water Dragon lowered its head toward the ground, torrents of water gushing from its enormous nostrils. The water quickly gathered on the ground, forming a spinning waterspout.

The waterspout, like a living python, swept up clouds of gravel and dust, pulling the surrounding foreign players and Divine Chosen Soldiers into its vortex.

Those caught within struggled violently in the churning currents, only to be spun about disorientingly by the rotational force. In the end, they were flung like trash into a bottomless northern chasm by the waterspout. All that remained were splashes at the chasm’s edge and a few scattered cries for help, which were also quickly swallowed by the torrent.

「Finally.」

On the remote islands of the western nations, the Chaos of the initial landing still lingered.

The Divine Chosen Farmers of the foreign players, who had just established a foothold, were busily working around unfinished warships. Some were felling giant trees along the shore, while others were piecing together the planks of the hulls. The TING-TING of nails striking wood had not yet settled into a rhythm before it was completely drowned out by a low rumble from the deep sea.

At the edge of the horizon, a black Shadow suddenly rose from the once-calm sea. The Shadow rapidly approached, revealing the Kraken’s colossal head, which was covered in thick scales.

Before the players could react, several tentacles as thick as water barrels shot out from the sea like lurking pythons, slamming toward the shore with a gust of salty sea air.

The surfaces of these tentacles were covered in sharp barbs. They swept across the area like the scythes of the Death God. The players building the ships were instantly ensnared. The CRACK of breaking bones sounded at the same time as their screams. Even the Divine Chosen Soldiers nearby were not spared. With a gentle squeeze from the tentacles, human bodies were torn to shreds. Blood dripped down the tentacles, staining the beach sand red.

What was even more terrifying was that the Kraken did not seem satisfied with mere physical strangulation.

It plunged its head into the sea, its enormous body churning violently beneath the surface. A massive whirlpool quickly formed on the water.

The next second, the sky seemed to tear apart as a tsunami dozens of meters high, like a moving city wall, rushed toward the island with world-destroying momentum.

The wave carried with it shattered reefs and the wreckage of sunken ships, moving so fast that the players didn’t even have time to think of fleeing.

The remaining players tried to erect shields with their skills, and the Divine Chosen Soldiers raised their own shields and formed a defensive line. But in the face of the tsunami, this resistance was as futile as trying to stop a chariot.

The monstrous tsunami wave crashed onto the island, instantly obliterating the temporary camp the foreign players had built and sweeping them and the Divine Chosen Soldiers out to sea.

Some struggled desperately in the waves, only to be sucked into the whirlpool and dragged to the seabed.

Others clung tightly to floating pieces of wood, only to be smashed against the reefs by the tide and vanish without a trace.

A moment later, the tsunami receded. All that was left on the island was ground scoured bare and a few patches of blood floating on the surface of the sea. The invading force that had just landed was completely devoured by the deep...