"Ladies and gentlemen, everyone here near the Waters of Netherworld must be quite formidable."


    "Many yers have already tested the situationfor us. The elite soldiers of the Netherworld, brainwashed by the world, are guarding the third Waters of Netherworld."


    "With their numbers, breaking through head-on is nearly impossible."


    "That''s why we''ve all been waiting nearby."


    "Now, we''ve gathered nearly 2,000 people, capable of withstanding the cavalry''s charge head-on."


    "I know a bit about military formations, so I boldly request the right tomand!"


    "I have a temporary legion contract scroll in my hand. We can form a legion together, making us immune to each other''s damage."


    "Let''s first deal with these NPCs, and then we can discuss who should get thest Waters of Netherworld."


    The young man spoke passionately, but his words held little allure to the second-ss yers present. Did he think they were rookies easily fooled?


    Despite many yers rolling their eyes, the young man''s speech was met with enthusiastic shouts from below: "No problem! Brother, we trust you!"


    "Time to show those NPCs who''s boss!"


    "They''ve been killing us because of their numbers. It''s time to fight back!"


    ...


    The yers could tell that the young man seekingmand had ulterior motives, but they also knew that waiting around was a waste of time.


    They did need someone knowledgeable in military tactics to help break through the defenses of the Waters of Netherworld, and at least the young manhad put forth a tangible offer—a legion contract.


    So, under Sterl''s cold gaze, the yers quickly organized themselves.


    Following the usual arrangement, warriors and tanks took the front lines, mages and priests were protected in the middle, and agile sses like rogues provided support from the rear.


    Everyone knew that the young man who had takenmand, had his own agenda, but at least he was doing a decent job.


    Soon, the yer-formed army once again marched towards the battlefield in front of the stronghold.


    This time, the NPC cavalry also charged to meet them, but unlike before, the yers no longer had a numerical disadvantage and had formed a proper formation. Plus, they had a richer pool of skills.


    "Follow the n!"manded the young man.


    The tank sses, in a scattered formation, activated their taunt skills.


    With a burst of multicolored energy, their auras spread rapidly.


    Instantly, the cavalry''s vanguard and middle ranks were affected by the taunt skills, causing their spearhead formation to splinter.


    Different cavalry units charged at different targets, unable to maintain their coordinated attack to pierce through the formation.


    When they reached the tank yers, their first attack still carried devastating inertia and high damage, but the taunted cavalry were forced to stay in ce, swinging their weapons in a melee against the tanks.


    Theirbat effectiveness was significantly diminished.


    Soon, many mage-type yers who could create objects and shape terrain began to craft pitfalls and lightning grids, forming tripping obstacles.


    As a result, the cavalry units in the rear, after charging a bit, were also tripped up by the immense inertia.


    Men and horses tumbled!


    Under the terrifying eleration, which had previously been a nightmare for countless yers, the impact now became a death sentence for the cavalry! Their mounts, under the influence of their own gravitational eleration, had their leg bones break on the spot! They were then subjected to the yers'' skill attacks, reducing their life force to zero.


    The mounts died en masse!


    And the cavalrymen were thrown off,nding at the yers'' feet.


    Naturally, they had no chance of survival either.


    Mage yers quickly cast spells to finish them off.


    Even Sterl was amazed at the coordination—this kind of coboration was beautiful, something rarely seen!


    It wasn''t because the young man''smand was particrly brilliant.


    Rather, it was because, against NPCs with no loot drops, yers could cooperate without any selfish motives.


    Otherwise, these powerful cavalry units, if considered monsters with loot, would definitely not see tank yers obediently taunting, nor mages daring to finish them off without worry of backstabbing...


    Sterl''s mind wandered, but the battlefield situation remained one-sided!


    With the copse of the cavalry, the heavily armored soldiers in the rear were doomed as well.


    Thanks to their distance advantage, yers activated one high-quality skill after another.


    Even though the heavy armor soldiers had strong defense, under themand of the young man, numerous armor-piercing and weakening skills erupted like a geyser!


    In just the first wave, the heavy armor soldiers were hit by corrosive dark green acid, highly prating armor-piercing bullets, and high-temperature melting rays...


    Under this continuous barrage, the soldiers'' heavy armor became so pitted and eroded it looked like it would rot away!


    Then, the yers frantically cast their skills.


    With various fire, frost, and lightning effects, the heavily armored soldiers were quickly wiped out!


    Next, the Netherworld soldiers who hade out to fight, including the archers and mages in the rear, were ughtered like sheep by the yers who had been holding back for so long!


    These fragile units were swiftly taken down by the tank and warrior yers who got up close!


    The once formidable NPC army waspletely wiped out in less than half an hour.


    Even without tangible rewards, the yer team couldn''t help but cheer.


    "Yes! We won!"


    "NPCs aren''t that tough!"


    "Haha! I took them down one by one!"


    …


    While the atmosphere was jubnt, Sterl, hiding among the yers, watched coldly.


    With his knowledge from his previous life, he understood one thing very clearly... Field battles were nothing.The most challenging aspect of facing these armies would be—siege!


    The towering stronghold ahead, if its gates were locked tight, how would the yers break through?


    Moreover, Sterl noticed that the young man, who had takenmand, looked rxed...


    "Hmm? There''s no way he hasn''t thought of this."


    Sterl was puzzled, but the thought that the young man might have some scheme almost made him chuckle.


    No matter.


    Let him stir things up!


    Better if all the yers on the field end up dead! That way, Sterl could easily harvest a wave of Divine Power and Law Power!


    "I''ll just step in and save Faye when the timees." he schemed secretly. As for the other yers from the Divine Mountain Empire, Sterl''s attitude was indifferent—he might save them if it was convenient.


    However, the yers from the Divine Mountain Empire were quite astute and didn''t participate in this battle for the Waters of Netherworld. They were probably hiding somewhere in the Netherworld, waiting to be teleported back to the main world.


    Sterl pondered leisurely.


    But the subsequent battles took a sharp turn for the worse.


    After clearing the field of NPC armies, the yers pressed forward.


    However, after their defeat, the NPCs opted to fortify the walls, showing no intention ofing out.


    The siege battle was about to begin.


    It was only then that the yers realized what a true nightmare was. After resolving their numerical disadvantage, they no longer faced a disadvantage on the battlefield. But once they entered the siege battle, they encountered a grisly meat grinder!


    Soon, several yers charged toward the walls.


    They were promptly hit by boulders dropped by the NPCs, as well as doused in prepared scalding toxic liquids.


    Second-ss yers didn''t have the ability to fly.They needed specific skills to maneuver in the air.


    As a result, the dozen or so yers who charged ahead fell miserably from the walls, covered in various poisons, slowed movements, and debilitating conditions, suffering immensely.


    On the walls, several NPC archers and mages hurled their skills.


    The yers, being controlled, couldn''t dodge and were immediately turned into pincushions by arrows or blown to bits by spells, dying gruesomely on the spot!


    In an instant, the yers who had been eager to scale the walls were all dumbfounded!


    How were they supposed to fight this?


    Although the NPCs'' siege tools weren''t infinite, the current situation was that whoever charged first would die first.


    For a moment, the once aggressive yers halted their actions entirely.


    They weren''tcking in courage, but everyone knew that the first to charge would certainly die!


    The situation reached a stalemate.


    Sterl frowned and looked at the young man ...


    He felt a bit disappointed—was that all this guy had? Even if the yers were under hismand, it wasn''t going anywhere!


    However... at that moment, someone appeared to break the deadlock.


    Sterl, hidden among the crowd, twitched his face.


    It was the demigod Richard who had opened the portal. At this moment, he suddenly appeared—no, not appeared, but his projection seemed to show through a thin membrane, manifesting before the yers.


    "Warriors, this is the final barrier. Sacrifice your lives for the goddess!"


    Boom!!!


    Instantly, Richard snapped his fingers, and a blood-red notification popped up before all the yers!


    [You are affected by the Divine Power of the Moon and have entered the state [Coughing Blood]. You must kill monsters/NPCs to lift this state, or your life force will continuously weaken!]


    [You are affected...]


    The notifications echoed, and countless yers on the scene were stunned!


    Damn! Are they really trying to kill us here?


    "What a joke! Charging up the walls means certain death!"


    "Richard, are you fucking insane!!"


    "Damn the Dark Moon Alliance! If I can''t live, I''ll take you down with me!"


    "Wait, Demigod, we can''t attack head-on like this!"


    The yers shouted, roared in anger, and chaos ensued.