Second World

On another side, the True Death Associates were fighting against their adversaries, which were none other than Death Associates. Both sides fought with high zeal. Both sides thought of the other side as traitors.

"Scumbags! You people have no right to our guild name!" Blue Death exclaimed.

"Hah! You are one to talk. We are the true Death Associates, not you! You people are just imposters!" Earmouth shouted back.

"F*ck off, you, a*shole!!" Blue Death made a heavy swing using his cleaver. Earmouth was smashed to the side. Earmouth was a Summoner. He wasn't able to compete with Blue Death without his summons.

"Sore loser! How can you not see that you are riding a sinking ship?" Yellow Death scolded as he fired his rifle from a safe distance.

"Right back at you, punk!" Blue Death yelled.

If Blue Death could use Spectral Projection, he would have sent his projection to Yellow Death. He didn't dare to be reckless. He stayed with his guild members as they slowly pushed forward. However, after fighting for a while, they found it was them who were getting pushed instead.

"Why… Why are the enemies so many?" He uttered.

"… They are focusing on us!" Scarface exclaimed after looking at the situation.

"Retreat! We will withdraw to where our allies can support us," Black Death was a decisive leader. She wasn't going to let her members in such a disadvantageous situation for long. However, one member had been pushing too far ahead all by herself.

"Red…! Come back!" Blue Death shouted. The girl was always a hot-blooded one despite her cool demeanor. She had charged ahead of everyone else. Blue Death tried to get to her to give her support.

*BANG!* BANG!*

Two successive gunshots accurately struck Blue Death's head. He looked at Yellow Death. He had been holding a shield in Yellow Death's direction to defend against his bullet. This shot had come from a different direction. Did Yellow Death move without him being aware of it?

He saw the gunner then. It wasn't Yellow Death. It was Ronald. He had seen this gunslinger in action when White Death led them to secure Death Associates' new headquarters in Aurebor. This wasn't someone to be messed with.

"Cover me!" He put himself behind a guildmate who was a sentinel. The two headshots just now had resulted in critical hits. The damage took out more than half of his life. He couldn't afford to get hit by that gunslinger again.

A couple of gunshots were heard. He felt a hard impact on the side of his head.

"What?!" The direction where the bullet came from was covered by his other guild mates. "From where did…"

Another impact on his head. That last hit took out the little HP he still had left.

Luckily for him, he was still responsive enough to exchange his pendant with the amulet of rebirth while in cover. The hex didn't block passive ability, so the amulet's ability was still in effect. He just couldn't participate in this battle anymore.

Ronald used his ricochet shots to hit Blue Death behind his cover. He had been sniping everyone who was trying to get to Red Death, alienating the girl. Other capable melee members from World Maker, World Ruler, and Death Associates surrounded Red Death.

Red Death was a capable combatant. Without being able to use her skills, she could still rely on her martial arts to repel the enemies but there were too many enemies!

She was puzzled. Why were the enemies targeting her? This meant the enemies would be lacking manpower in other places.

Black Death saw the situation and immediately retracted her order for a retreat and called everyone to push forward to save Red Death, but the enemies had formed a barricade. Those who were able to break through the barricade were met with Ronald's bullets.

Red Death gritted his teeth. She had slain more than five enemies who surrounded her, but there was no end to her opponents. Among the ones who surrounded her were Violet Death and Grimclaw. These two weren't greenhorns in terms of martial arts. The pressure on her was mounting.

Her unique grade set equipment gave her very high defenses, but her base class was in essence a vulnerable one. She couldn't take too much punishment. She quickly replaced her pendant with the Amulet of Rebirth when her HP went below half.

However, instead of landing the killing blows, the enemies threw themselves at her. These enemies had stored their weapons. They used brute force and grabbed Red Death's limbs, hindering her movements.

"Get off me…!!!" Red Death screamed. Her special class and equipment gave her great strength, but it was still not enough to repel all these players pressing at her.

While she was still puzzled as to why the enemies had not yet landed the killing blow, a runic rope coiled around her body.

"What…?" Red Death was startled by this development.

After getting bound, two berserkers lifted her and brought her away. Their guild mates prepared a retreat path for them. The two berserkers ran at high speed while their guild mates prevented others from interfering.

True Death Associates' members could only stare as they saw the enemies kidnap Red Death.

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On another side, Leavemealone fought with Domon and Freddie nearby.

"Haon, stay with the others!" Domon called.

Leavemealone was similar to Red Death. He was a quiet but hotheaded person. In this situation where game skills were not available, martial arts shone. Compared to all the prior battles, he found this one to be the most satisfying.

His fists took down many opponents. He didn't need to worry about the unpredictability of skills and spells. All he had to pay attention to was the enemy movements. It had been a long time since he fought like this. He reveled in the feeling.

That's how he had ended up ahead of the others while his comrades were still lagging behind. Domon and Freddie were the only ones who could keep up.

Leavemealone heard Domon's call. He might be a hothead but he was obedient to his master. He stepped back to where Domon was but he suddenly sensed something approaching fast.

He jumped away just in time as a shadow came kicking in between him and Domon. This shadow then spun at an unbelievable speed and almost struck Domon with a kick. Domon managed to parry the kick with his glaive at the last moment, but the force from the impact threw him back.

This shadow landed. Long was standing in between Leavemealone and his guildmates.