"Get out there, mutts! Hunt the heretics!"
A burly warrior of the Frostwolf Wildmen tribe roared wildly.
This Saint Lord-level fighter had a savage face and wore a grotesque necklace made of infant heads from various nonhuman races. In his hands, he wielded a twin-bladed greatsword nearly two meters long, radiating a terrifying presence.
Beneath him stood a massive silver-gray Frostwolf, fangs bared, exhaling freezing breath that seemed to freeze the air itself with every breath.
"Frostwolf Wildmen… unkillable mounted maniacs," Orson muttered, frowning.
A cold mist rolled in. From it emerged a pack of over a thousand monstrous beasts—Ghostfang Frostwolves, their claws like scimitars, their forms exaggerated and twisted.
Their riders were all Wildmen warriors clad in crude beast-hide armor, bald, heavily bearded, and tattooed from face to foot—easy to recognize at a glance. They hailed from the far northern extremes of the Infinite Dimensions continent.
Their homeland bordered the Dark Dragon Empire, but as a northern exclave, they still belonged to the Light Dragon Empire after being conquered by the Light Dragon Emperor, swearing an oath to serve the Empire for a thousand years.
Wildmen children underwent polar trials from a young age, and to earn the title of Wolf Rider, they had to tame a Ghostfang Frostwolf—an ultra-elite magical beast—on their own.
These wolves were naturally violent and cunning. Their alpha-tier members could rival low-level dragon kings in power.
Despite living far from the Empire and enduring countless wars, the tribe was never exterminated. Not only because of their harsh and resource-starved land—but also due to their fierce combat prowess. When the wolf cavalry charged, it was like unleashing a nightmare.
In Orson's previous life, a 10,000-strong elite Frostwolf cavalry unit was trapped in a Heaven Demon ambush. On the brink of extinction, their tribal king cast a forbidden spirit fusion spell—causing the warriors and their wolves to merge into horrifying frost werewolves, slaughtering over 100,000 Heaven Demons in return.
Though the entire tribe was later consumed by that same forbidden magic, their reputation echoed across global servers.
Now, the Saint Lord Wildman gave a signal.
Dozens of wolves howled at once, and over 400 wolf riders launched forward like a pack of hungry beasts.
Glory Seekers Guild — Unbored: "Shit! We can't lock on! Boss, what do we do? We have to blindfire!"
Panic swept through the Glory Seekers' rear line. Mages and archers failed to acquire any targets. Their UIs all flashed Target Lost.
Ghostfang wolves spewed white breath that became a thick, ghostly fog—concealing the cavalry perfectly. They split into three groups, circling toward each of the key hill entrances.
Meanwhile, imperial soldiers climbed the slopes, attempting to surround and crush the ambushers from above.
In the blink of an eye, the mist rolled in to within a hundred meters of the player forces.
Glory Seekers fired blindly—waves of spells and arrows slammed into the fog. But it was like attacking a pillow. No resistance. No sound. Not even the gallop of hooves could be heard.
The tension grew unbearable. Players felt like they were trapped in a nightmare. Cold sweat soaked their backs.
"I'm out! My heart can't take this! Boss, let's bail—the mission's done!" one Glory Seekers player stammered, face pale.
But the fog only moved slower, which made it worse. The growing dread blurred the line between game and reality.
"Shut it! Hold formation. They haven't taken the bait yet," Magical Fiancée snapped.
A group of knights raised their shields in front of her. She stared into the mist, and her long hair suddenly lifted—revealing dozens of writhing black-brown snakes.
"Give me back my sister, and I'll make your death quick!"
The Wildman Saint Lord roared. His massive blade burst from the fog, spinning wildly as it cut through the air with deadly force.
"Brace!!"
"Brace!!"
The knights in front shouted as they triggered C-rank damage-reduction shield skills.
Crackling booms rang out.
Guard Break!
Guard Break!
The greatsword didn't slow down—it tore through the shield wall like a chainsaw. Even with top-tier gear and priest buffs, four knights were sliced apart on the spot.
A massive hand reached from the mist and retrieved the embedded sword.
Glory Seekers Guild — Unbored: "What the hell! That's not just armor piercing, it's got high mutilation too!"
Priests revived the fallen knights immediately, but the psychological toll left everyone shaken.
They retaliated—ineffectively. Their attacks vanished into the fog like pebbles thrown into the ocean.
"I said—give me back my sister!"
The Wildman Saint Lord roared again, treating the Glory Seekers like dead men walking—his pure, unrelenting killing intent breaking their morale.
As the fog swirled again and his sword prepared to strike a second time, the Glory Seekers line began to waver. Some were clearly thinking about running.
"I don't know who the hell you think we are, but I'll tell you this—invade Forever City, and you die!"
Magical Fiancée growled. Her staff pulsed with energy. From her Battle Space, a Domain Lord-class white phosphorus python burst forth.
The Saint Lord's greatsword struck the serpent's scales, sparking an explosion and leaving a deep gash.
Standing atop the snake's head, Magical Fiancée charged into the fog without hesitation.
The fog broke.
Hundreds of Frostwolf riders emerged, blades drawn.
Sparks and blood flew as the giant serpent held its ground. Its armor was strong—but even it couldn't stop the constant waves of attacks. Scales flew. Black-red blood sprayed.
Ten wolves leapt straight onto the python's back, lunging for Magical Fiancée.
"Protect the guild leader!!"
Finally shaken into action, the Glory Seekers rallied and rushed into the fog.
A Fire Dragon Knight dove from the sky, spinning his dragon lance and knocking wolves away from Magical Fiancée, then commanded his mount to release a torrent of dragonfire.
The flame swept through the fog, incinerating several wolf riders and clearing a massive area. The Target Lost debuff vanished.
"What's she doing!?"
Everyone blinked, ready to press the counterattack—only to see Magical Fiancée leap off the python into the middle of the enemy swarm.
Surrounded by over a hundred wolf riders, she looked up at a dark shadow in the clouds and clenched her teeth.
"Watch closely… and decide if I'm worth your respect!"
"How amusing," Orson muttered with a faint smile.
"Give! Her! Back! Damn you adventurers!!" the Wildman Saint Lord screamed, blood rage in his eyes.
"You've got the wrong person."
Magical Fiancée's voice turned ice-cold. She looked straight at him.
"Hsss!!"
She let out a primal hiss. A dull gleam burst from her eyes.
"Petrification Secret Art – Withering Body!"
Petrification!
Physical/Magic Resistance Removed!
Incapacitated for 15–30 seconds. All damage received is doubled!
Only S-rank anti-magic dispels can remove this debuff!
Crack—crack—crack!
The Wildman Saint Lord's expression twisted in horror. His arms stiffened. A gray sheen spread from his fingertips up his entire body.
Magical Fiancée's mana was drained to zero. But wherever she looked, wolf riders turned to stone—over 200 in all, frozen mid-action like a macabre statue garden.
"Damn, she's a monster! Guild leader's cracked!"
"Counterattack! Smash these statues to pieces!"
The Glory Seekers howled, filled with new fire. They mounted their beasts and charged, weapons flashing.
With double true damage in effect, even the weakest Wildmen—each with over a million HP—started exploding into fragments.
The Wildman Saint Lord's eyes blazed with hate as he tried to use Body Domination to purge the effect.
But her petrification was special. Even if he activated Body Domination, the moment it ended, the debuff resumed—lasting until the full duration completed.
With a strange cry, his mount turned to stone mid-gallop, throwing him to the ground. As he landed, the gray light crawled across his body again.
"Don't go near her! She wields heretic magic!" he shouted desperately to his kin, trying to warn them.
"Shut him up!" growled Magical Fiancée, downing a high-tier mana potion.
Silence of the Voiceless!
A priest in the raid triggered a B-rank awakened skill.