670 Divine Retribution

"I shall now pass judgment," the Angel declared, his voice echoing with divine authority. "Death!"

The atmosphere crackled with tension as the Angel prepared for battle, his presence radiating an aura of divine power.

Ren and Evie stood firm, their weapons at the ready, ready to face this celestial opponent.

But before they could make a move, a thunderous battle cry erupted from the players who had rushed into the scene.

Their voices echoed with excitement and determination as they charged forward, their eyes alight with the prospect of claiming first blood from what they believed to be a world boss.

"Get ready, Evie," Ren said. "We'll use these players as fodders and chip away the Angel's HP."

Evie nodded, her grip on her staff tightening. "Got it."

Ren smiled faintly. "Here they come."

The clash began a chaotic symphony of clashes, spells, and shouts filling the air as players engaged both the Angel and other rival guilds for the firstblood.

The Angel's expression remained solemn as it met the players' onslaught with its divine spear. With a single swipe, multiple players were sent flying, suffering staggering damage.

Players who have weak DEF fell on the spot, unable to withstand the Angel's divine might.

Yet, instead of fear, jubilation filled the air among the players.

"It's definitely a World Boss!"

"Alert headquarters! We need more reinforcements!"

Ren observed the players' audacity with a mix of amazement and amusement.

Engaging a boss in an open field meant that anyone had a chance to defeat it, quest or not.

The challenge was that alliances held no weight here; an individual player's death incurred an EXP penalty regardless of whether their group was wiped out or not.

Ren and Evie stood back-to-back, their synergy impeccable as they countered attacks and strategized their moves in the chaos.

Amidst the tumult, Ren's voice pierced through the noise. "Ignore the players. Focus on avoiding the Angel's attacks!"

Evie nodded, her concentration intense as she unleashed a potent spell, channeling her magical energy towards both Ren and herself.

In an instant, multiple illusions of Ren and Evie flickered across the battlefield.

The Angel momentarily paused, observing the situation without a flicker of emotion.

Ignoring the illusions, the Angel pursued Ren and Evie, simultaneously dispatching players who dared to cross its path.

However, even an Angel with formidable stats proved no match against the onslaught of hundreds of players attacking it simultaneously.

The divine being fought valiantly but was gradually overwhelmed by the sheer numbers and determination of the players to claim firstblood.

They were like a swarm of ants, unrelenting and annoying.

The battlefield crackled with arcane energy as players unleashed a barrage of spells and skills upon the imposing Angel.

Beams of searing light clashed with torrents of icy wind while fiery explosions erupted in a symphony of destruction.

Amongst the chaos, triumphant cheers erupted as the players chipped away at the Angel's formidable health points.

"We're doing it! Keep it up!"

"That's right, we got this! We can defeat it!"

The players' voices echoed across the battleground. The players' faces lit up with a mix of exhilaration and fervor as they continued their assault, each attack bringing them one step closer to victory.

However, amidst their shared accomplishment, a competitive spirit began to seep in. A glance shared between players turned into a silent challenge.

The race to claim the coveted "first blood" from defeating the Angel intensified the fight.

"I'll be the one to land the final blow!"

"No way, it's going down under my attack!"

"Our guild will claim victory! Get lost!"

Players jostled for position, trying to outmaneuver one another to deliver the decisive strike. Spells flew, blades clashed, and arrows soared, all aimed at the magnificent, yet now vulnerable, Angel.

In the midst of the skirmish, the players' camaraderie gave way to fierce competition, each one eager to leave their mark on this historic encounter.

The Angel, once a figure of divine authority, now found itself assailed by the combined might of the mortal realm.

It was mostly because he was restricted in the material plane and couldn't unleash its true divine power.

The players fought valiantly, and Ren couldn't be happier at the outcome.

Until the Angel's expression shifted from solemnity to rage, a divine fury enveloped the celestial being, and its eyes blazed with a wrathful light.

The air crackled with energy as the Angel's form pulsed with power, and the once-golden spear in its hand began to grow, extending into the sky like a towering pillar of divine wrath as it took to the sky.

In a voice that shook the very heavens, the Angel thundered, "In your brief existence, mortals, you have woven a tapestry of sins, each thread a testament to your flawed nature. Your hearts, tainted with greed, envy, and malice, have cast shadows upon the purity of creation. Pity creatures, bound to your earthly desires, you strive to ascend, yet your souls are heavy with transgressions. This is your punishment!

"Thy sins shall be purged! Judgment!"

A blinding light emanated from the Angel's spear, illuminating the battlefield like a searing sun. The ground trembled beneath the players' feet as the Judgment spell was unleashed.

A cataclysmic wave of divine energy surged forth, its sheer force enough to knock players off their feet.

Desperation filled the players' voices as they shouted warnings to one another, attempting to dodge the impending onslaught.

"Spread out!"

"Scatter!"

"Move!"

But the divine Judgment was relentless, sweeping across the battlefield like a tidal wave of holy retribution.

Some players managed to evade the spell, narrowly escaping its devastating reach. Others, however, were not so fortunate.

The impact was catastrophic. Players caught in the spell's unforgiving grasp were sent flying, their screams of agony drowned out by the roar of divine energy.

Health bars plummeted, and some unfortunate souls fell lifeless to the ground, their avatars dissolving into particles of light.

Amidst the chaos, a voice cut through the turmoil, barely audible over the din of battle. "Hold your ground! We can withstand this!"

But hope seemed fleeting as the players struggled to regain their footing.

The Angel's berserk onslaught continued, each strike from its enlarged spear sending shockwaves through the battlefield.