As soon as the priest finished speaking, the players erupted into heated discussions, debating their strategies and how to divide their forces.
"We need to split into four groups of 60, but who takes which gate?" Zibal questioned, scanning the gathered players. "We can't just rush in blindly."
"We should split based on synergy," Hurent suggested, stepping forward. "We need balanced compositions—tanks, damage dealers, and healers in each group."
"Then what about Grid?" someone asked. "Shouldn't the strongest take the toughest gate?"
"I don't mind going alone," Grid said nonchalantly, flexing his fingers. "But that wouldn't be fair to the rest of you."
A few players scoffed, but others nodded in agreement. Despite his usual arrogance, Grid had just won the PvP tournament—he had proven his strength.
"Let's keep the top players spread out," Jishuka suggested. "Grid, Hurent, Zibal, and Chris should each lead a group. That way, we don't risk putting all our strongest people in one fight."
"That makes sense," Pon agreed. "We also need to consider which Heavenly King is the strongest."
[Information about the Four Heavenly Kings is currently unknown. Their strengths and weaknesses will only be revealed when players engage in battle.]
Tension ran high as the players realized they were heading into an unknown battle.
"Alright," Regas spoke up. "We should divide based on our strengths. Heavy melee fighters should go where the enemy is likely to be a brute, while magic users should take on the more spell-oriented opponents."
After several minutes of deliberation, the teams were set:
North Gate: Grid, Jishuka, Yura, Pon, Regas, and 50 others.
South Gate: Hurent, Faker, Euphemina, and their squad.
East Gate: Zibal, Chris, Katz, and their team.
West Gate: Hao, Bubat, and the final group.
Since the total number of participants was 221, they had to distribute their forces carefully to ensure that no group was significantly weaker than the others.
The formation was decided, and the countdown began.
[The battle will commence in 60 seconds.]
The audience held their breath as the players braced themselves. The Demon King and his forces were waiting. The moment the timer hit zero, the war for humanity's survival would begin.
North Gate
Grid's team arrived at the massive gate, which stretched endlessly in both directions. The ancient stone doors were inscribed with ominous runes, and the air crackled with dark energy.
"I wonder which Heavenly King we'll be facing," Yura murmured, tightening her grip on her weapon.
As if in response to her question, the gates slowly creaked open, revealing a lone figure standing in the center. She wore jet-black armor with crimson accents, her long silver hair flowing behind her. Her eyes glowed blood-red, and in her hands, she held a long, cursed sword wreathed in dark flames.
North Gate
[Fallen Knight - Benz]
"So, this is our opponent, huh? She looks strong," Yura muttered as the others nodded in agreement.
"Fine. Let's see how strong she really is," Grid said, stepping forward.
The figure before them was actually Mercedes in disguise, acting as one of the Heavenly Kings.
South Gate
Hurent and his team arrived at their designated gate, only to find themselves face-to-face with a warrior who exuded an overwhelming aura of discipline and rage. His golden armor, now tainted with black and crimson markings, radiated a sinister energy.
[Hellflower Swordsman]
"It's the Swordsman…" Hurent muttered, narrowing his eyes at the demon standing before them. The warrior was engulfed in eerie, jade-like flames—the flames of hell.
"whoever he is we have to fight him," Euphemina said, preparing her magic.
East Gate
Zibal, Chris, and their group stood before their own gate, bracing themselves as the massive stone doors rumbled open. A towering figure emerged, his muscles bulging with an uncontrollable, frenzied energy. His wild expression and erratic breathing made it clear—he was consumed by madness.
[Berserker King - Max]
Zibal's eyes narrowed. "A Berserker King… This is going to be a tough fight."
Chris tightened his grip on his greatsword. "Aren't berserkers easier to deal with? The more reckless they are, the easier they fall."
"You say that because you've never faced a true berserker," Zibal countered. "True berserkers are almost immortal. With each wound they take, they only grow stronger."
Chris exhaled sharply before nodding. "Then we just have to make sure we don't give him that chance."
The group steadied themselves, ready to engage in battle.
West Gate
Hao and Bubat's group stood before the final Heavenly King. Unlike the others, this opponent radiated an eerie, regal presence. A long black cloak billowed behind him, and a massive iron sword rested against his shoulder.
[Demonic Sword King - ???]
The players eyed the swordsman cautiously, gripping their weapons as they prepared for the inevitable battle.
The figure smirked and pointed his blade forward. "Come. Let's see if you are worthy of standing against the darkness."
Though none of them knew his true identity, the sheer pressure of his aura told them one thing—this would not be an easy fight.
The stage was set. The Heavenly Kings stood before them, and the countdown had begun.
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
[The battle has begun!]
The war had officially started.
The Countdown Begins
[All teams have encountered their respective Heavenly Kings.]
[The raid will begin in 5 seconds.]
5
4
3
2
1
[The battle has begun!]
The Demon King's subjugation had officially started as the players charged forward, engaging the Four Heavenly Kings in an intense, large-scale battle.
The war for the Demon King's castle had begun.
As the countdown hit zero, the North Gate exploded open with a deafening BOOM! Dust and debris scattered in all directions as a lone figure stepped forward.
[Fallen Knight - Benz]
"Come," Benz spoke in a chilling, emotionless tone. "Struggle. Fight. Despair."
The pressure she emitted sent a shiver through the rankers. Even Grid narrowed his eyes.
"We take her together!" Jishuka commanded, drawing her bow.
Pon twirled his spear, Regas clenched his fists, and Yura chanted a dark spell. Alongside them, several other top rankers took their positions
Grid was the first to strike.
[Pagma's Sword Dance – Wave!]
His sword shimmered, unleashing a flurry of devastating blue sword waves, each one capable of cutting down dozens of enemies. The attacks shot toward Benz like a tidal wave.
But she didn't dodge.
With inhuman precision, she slashed with both swords simultaneously, deflecting every single attack. Sparks flew, and the very ground beneath her cracked under the force.
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