Night fell on the Castle of Terror, and compared to the few sparks around it, the Castle of Terror was already shrouded in the light of day.

The desolation peculiar to the northern city of Ebudra no longer exists here, and anyone who has the courage to approach it can feel a slight tingling on the surface of their skin, and anyone who is not good at sensing the domain knows that it is a sign of danger.

Unlike the legend, the appearance of the Horror Castle is not very hideous, and the standard Gothic architectural style looks a little calm at night, but it does not reach the level of horror that shocks the heart.

The reason why the strong man stopped at a distance of five kilometers from the Horror Castle was mostly due to the prestige of the owner of the Horror Castle, and a small part was due to the offense that outweighed the losses.

The Horror Castle is hostile to anyone who trespasses within a five-kilometer radius, and hostility does not dispel the powerful, and the truly weak do not even have the courage to step through the forbidden area, so the role of hostility here seems to be dispensable.

The night color paints the surrounding environment with an indissolvable black. Even if the moon is bright, the white moonlight cannot penetrate this layer of darkness.

Only the strong who stand at the top can deeply understand that this vision comes from some mysterious ability-realm.

Although the level of the Dark Realm is still at the most rudimentary stage, the existence of the realm indicates that the master of the Horror Castle has touched the rules of peak strength, and it is unknown how much he has comprehended. But one thing is certain, over time, the intensity of the dark realm will surely reach a level that will frighten the strong.

The coverage of the fields is not evenly distributed.

It's like the edge of five kilometers, which produces only a hostile perception in the mind of the intruder. If you ignore the hostile warnings and move on, the closer you get to the Horror Castle, the more the dreadful spells that arise from the realm will expand, and even the warriors with the wrong skills will have the idea of retreating.

Those invaders who forced fear into the Horror Fortress were unable to exert 100% of their strength under the influence of Dread.

Not only in the North Side, but for the whole of Ebudera, the Fortress of Terror is invincible. Ordinary powerhouses don't even have the qualifications to look up, let alone players with mediocre strength.

But today, a white light lit up in the darkness. The darkness that devoured the moonlight could not erase its brilliance.

The darkness seemed to sense Bai Mang's existence, and they gathered together one after another to charge at Bai Mang. The invisible realm energy collided with the white mang, but it was difficult to shake it in the slightest.

Gradually, the outline of the white glow became clear to the eyes of the guards of the Horror Castle, it was a human form.

Intruder! The sudden intruder stunned every guard standing on the castle tower.

The captain of the guard, who had been coming back for a long time, immediately rang the alarm bell at the head of the city. Heavy echoes echoed in the silent Horror Castle, and for a while, it took a long time for the strong man of the Horror Castle who was accustomed to a comfortable life to remember that it was the sound of an alarm bell.

They should have been in place in a minute, but now they were in a mess, and it took the guards a long time to put on their armor, equip their weapons, and find the position where they should stand.

At this time, someone remembered that the castle gate was still open.

"Close the door!" I don't know who shouted, and the guards stationed at the gate suddenly woke up. Hurriedly dropped the weapon shield in his hand, and tried to push the five-meter-high metal giant door with all his might.

Perhaps because it had been inactive for so long, the metal gate remained motionless under the push of ten strong guards. Finally, three times as many people were mobilized to slowly close it.

When it was completely closed, the white mang was already in front of him. At this time, people realized that the person who came was not alone, behind him, there was a crowd of black presses, if you look closely, then you will find that there are not many people, at most the number of 100 people.

But these followers, who are almost integrated with the darkness, put invisible pressure on the defenders in terms of momentum.

And the intensity of the pressure generated is directly proportional to the strength of the guard.

The middle and low-level guards naturally didn't care, there were no less than three hundred people in charge of guarding the gate alone, and if you added the elite people in the main city, the number was more than ten times that of the people under the city.

But the panic on the faces of the senior guards showed that this small force was not as simple as it seemed.

Because of the relationship between the dark realm, those who can cross the boundaries of the forbidden area are undoubtedly the warriors of the strong, and the intruders who go deep into it reflect the strength corresponding to courage.

Can have hundreds of people come to the castle, whether it is combat strength or willpower, they are the best among the strong.

If it is a fair battle, it is not a problem for such a strong man to be ten at all.

Therefore, for all those stationed in the castle, the Hundreds are indistinguishable from the Grim Reaper.

The only thing the guards can rely on is to use the power of the realm to weaken part of the combat power of the strong.

However, for most guards, the degree of weakening is very limited, and unless it is a fight of equal strength, it is difficult to break the balance of the balance of battle.

However, the timely closure of the city gate relieved the worried senior guards.

The impregnable fortress of terror is not afraid of the onslaught of thousands of troops, and with it as a barrier, the strong army under the city has nowhere to go.

But a loud thunderclap that followed shattered their illusions!

The metal gate groaned violently with a deafening roar. Before the guards could recover from the shock of the loud bang, a second, third, and fourth bangs followed.

The aftermath of the massive impact trembled throughout the tower, and with each tremor, countless pieces of debris fell from the buildings above.

"Hold the gates!" The captain of the guard shouted, but the last two words were swallowed up by the hurling noise that followed.

The guards didn't bother to slap off the debris that had fallen overhead, and each used their own equipment against the metal gate that kept appearing fist prints, trying to stop the crumbling only barrier with their own flesh and blood.

The constantly twisting metal façade finally reached the limit of bearing, and after a muffled thunder, the metal door as thick as twenty centimeters collapsed, overwhelming all the dozens of people behind.

The first thing that caught the eyes of the guards in the city was a large iron fist, covered with light that announced that its owner was the humanoid white mang that the guards had seen before.

The one who blasted open the giant gate with his own strength was a strong man with a sturdy body, putting aside the advantage of his size, and with that body that had been condensed for a long time, he had already demonstrated his terrifying combat effectiveness.

"Overlord!" Suddenly, a guard in the squadron leader's uniform recognized the identity of the person, and as soon as this remark came out, it was like throwing a can of gasoline into a fire, and it exploded in vain in the crowd.

The riots do not illustrate the incompetence of the defenders, on the contrary, those who can garrison the Dreadful Keep, even the most obscure junior soldiers, are above the player's average strength.

But under the prestige of the overlord, even the strong must put away their arrogance, let alone the watchdog who is only qualified to garrison the castle.

"Steady! Steady! A strong man who looked like a general roared hoarsely, "What are you afraid of, the alarm bell has sounded, the elite troops of Lord Saint Judge are ready immediately, and the six protectors are coming to support." ”

The general's words were like a reassurance, and the defenders, who had already been in disarray, began to gradually retract their formation. At this time, only by being together can we barely restrain the fear in our hearts.

At the front of the garrison was a line of pikemen, and the spears, which greatly exceeded the length of the regulated weapons, were an effective tool for defense, the so-called one inch long and one inch strong.

But common sense often only acts on ordinary people, and for legendary figures like overlords, common sense can only be overthrown and broken.

The Overlord didn't even glance at the formation, and walked towards the only target in his eyes, the main city of the Horror Fortress, with a constant pace, completely ignoring the entire row of spear tips that exuded a cold air.

Overlord's pace is steady and firm, and the span of each step is almost the same.

The steel barrier collapsed in the overlord's leisurely stroll. I didn't see any defense or attack on him, but countless guards lost their balance the moment they mustered up their courage and gave away the weapons in their hands.

The irresistible feeling of weightlessness whirled around with an inexplicable whirlwind, and finally ended the last consciousness with the sound of falling to the ground.

The guards who had fainted were lucky, thinking that the weaker ones were not weightless, but a rapid loss of strength and vitality, and the only thing left on their remains was similar and unbelievable. Their fatal wounds were all one: a black hole in the center of the skull.

It is the culprit that takes life.

The barrier of flesh and steel was easily torn open.

In defensive battles, its generation is fatal to the defending side.

The hundred-strong crowd behind the overlord quickly made up for the gap, expanding the results of the battle in the fierceness and cruelty, and finally completely tore apart the entire defensive formation.

The general commanding the defenders was bowing his head slightly, and he was looking incredulously at the several fatal cuts in his chest—each deep into the abdomen, representing a high percentage of HP loss, and the combination of the severalities finally zeroed out his proud HP.

It was a privilege to end up with a death that was different from that of other ordinary guards, at least it showed that the general's strength had attracted some attention from the overlord.

It's just "a little".

The defenders were quickly routed, and under the double blow of the overlord and his men, there was no reason to be undefeated. It's just that the defenders are more afraid of the overlord than the hundreds.

The rout retreated like a tidal wave, especially after a general's adjutant and three captains fell under the overlord's murderous invisible white light.

The defenders, who were three times the size of their opponents, were crushed, and the rest of the sporadic resistance was like scratching the itch of the boots.

It wasn't until deep into the inner city that a decent army appeared.

It is said that it is an army, but there are only as many as five hundred people, but in less than two months after the opening of the Creation God Domain, it is rare to be able to form such a number of men and horses.

You know, this is no more than the real world, where the vast majority of players don't want to be attached to others, and even if they work for others, it's just similar to the employment relationship in the real world.

The army, on the other hand, is not only limited in its degree of freedom, but also has to obey the orders of its superiors absolutely.

For modern youth who yearn for freedom, there is little difference between a militarized life and a cage.

If you add the three hundred guards who were stationed at the gates before, eight hundred is an extremely impressive number in Ebudera.

Each one is a living individual player, not a quantitative machine, and the aura of the five hundred is the polar opposite of the guards.

That's a fierce soldier who has really experienced brutal battles.