Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 858 - 857: Iron Will (4K)

"What, not running anymore?"

Shortface stepped on the floating metal plate, slowly drifting out of the elevator shaft, a grim smile appearing on his short and narrow face, "Don't you all love farming monsters?

Killing non-human monsters, skinning them, drawing their tendons, dismantling their bones, refining them into artifacts, cooking them into dishes, consuming them with nothing left."

Shortface's indifferent gaze swept over those players whose eyes were filled with buried fear and hatred, his voice calm and steady, "Why are you feeling afraid now?"

"..."

David said nothing, his left hand placed by his side slightly opened.

Whoosh—

A sharp piercing sound came from the elevator shaft, triggering the return special effect of the Judgment Spear, which pierced through the elevator shaft wall, stabbing directly toward the back of Shortface's head.

Buzz!

The Gravity Field activated instantly,

the Judgment Robe flickering with thunder light hovered with difficulty behind Shortface's back, trembling continuously, unable to advance.

David pulled his hand to the right, the spearhead of the Judgment Spear turned with difficulty, grazing past Shortface's ear, swiftly returning to David's hand.

Running away is meaningless.

The opponent can directly fly using anti-gravity means, moving far faster than us,

Moreover, it seems to have some kind of long-range communication method, able to summon other nearby Otherworldly Players—dragging this out, we'll be worn down to death eventually.

The only way is to settle it directly here.

No need for many words, the moment David grasped the Judgment Spear, bending his knees into a half-squat, the others moved.

The Demon Tattoos on Abel flowed like liquid to his right hand, silently condensing into a double-edged sword as dark as ink, not reflecting even a shred of light.

He moved almost in slow motion, his heel slowly lifted, the ball of his foot pressed down on the ground,

In the next instant, he disappeared from where he stood, crossing a distance of a hundred meters to appear in front of Shortface,

The blade of the double-edged sword fell silently towards Shortface's neck.

Almost simultaneously, Ares also appeared behind Shortface, his Giant Scythe chopping vertically downward, accelerating further with the gravitational pull from Shortface's body.

From a distance, Dahan, Paranoia, the Ant King, and others, each utilized their methods, launching attacks against the enemy.

But Shortface, surrounded and besieged, did not show any fear or despair; rather, the corners of its mouth raised slightly in a human-like manner, revealing a contemptuous and mocking smile.

It put its palms together and clapped gently, and the surrounding gravity surged again.

The flying props sent by Dahan and others traced arc trajectories, falling to the ground; even the beam attacks weren't spared.

David's pupils suddenly widened—this didn't mean the gravity Shortface emitted was like a giant celestial body capable of bending light,

More likely, the Gravity Field caused some mysterious chemical reaction with another skill,

rendering flying props ineffective.

This was clearly evident with the Judgment Spear—its golden spear, flickering with radiant thunder light, flew a bit further than other flying props,

But at ten meters in front of Shortface, it was obstructed,

The spearhead and spearbody trembled frantically, seemingly unyielding, bursting with electric light, the entire spear gradually and persistently slanting towards the ground.

Gravity can pull down, and it can also lift up.

Ares and Abel, who had already rushed near Shortface, felt a strong gravity pressing from above, their feet unable to find grip, their entire being either falling towards the ceiling or flying upward.

The closer they got to Shortface's body, the more violent and chaotic the gravity became,

Shortface, one of the four Demon Generals, slowly stood up from the floating metal plate, a demonic body appearing in its hand.

A Chameleon corpse.

Shortface retrieved the broken corpse of its companion, not for commemoration or mourning, but to...

Crunch—

Shortface bit into the Chameleon's neck, tearing off a chunk of flesh,

The Chameleon, dead for some time, its head drooped, hollow eyes staring lifelessly at the distant Earth players.

Crunch.

Another bite,

Shortface coldly chewed on the companion's corpse, the demonic power consumed from continuously releasing the Gravity Field was replenished by nourishing on flesh and blood.

Feeding on its own kind, Raw Meat Blood.

Monster.

David waved his hand to recall the Judgment Spear, not speaking, but his eyes clearly showed an unusual emotion.

"Do you think we are just emotionless beasts?"

Shortface gnawed at its companion's corpse, its voice unfluctuating, "Civilizations like yours, growing carefree in a honey pot, may never understand,

the feeling of surviving in eternal night.

The city of demons where I was born couldn't see sunlight.

Millions of Monster Beasts, all crowded into a narrow and enclosed square city.

At the core of the city is a Gandhari Lamp emitting light and warmth, surrounded by spherical multi-layered composite farms created using anti-gravity technology.

The further out you go, the dimmer the Gandhari Lamp's light becomes, the lower the temperature.

From the warm, cozy, and safe core layer for demon nobility to the cold, cramped, and densely packed slums."

Shortface paused, chewing slowly on the Chameleon's body, a complex expression on its face,

With a wave of its hand upward, Abel and Ares, who were attempting to descend, were pressed back up into the ceiling.

"The slum rooms do not allow standing, they can't accommodate beds or other furniture. The poor have no concept of time, only executing arduous and dangerous labor by the regular chime of the clock. They either die from exhaustion in the farms, are dragged to the city walls as cannon fodder, or are devoured by Magic Sunflowers while exploring and gathering resources.

Our race is born with the ability to manipulate gravity, my mother fainted from overworking while maintaining the anti-gravity farms, causing two farms to collide. She was imprisoned for her negligence. To have her pardoned, my father volunteered to join an expedition, acting as a resolute warrior searching for mineral deposits in the dark wastelands infested with Magic Sunflowers.

He never returned, and my mother, likewise, perished from exhaustion under the farms the following year—her body was thrown into the furnace beneath the Gandhari Lamp as fuel, like countless other demons over the past two centuries.

From then on, I could lay down in my room all alone instead of sleeping squatting."

Shortface calmly gnawed at the Chameleon's tail, clapping its hands in quick succession, the violent and chaotic gravity causing metal debris within a hundred-meter range to rise,

spinning rapidly,

chasing the players like dozens of sandstorm tornadoes.

"You all may be one-in-a-million geniuses of your world, but how long have you possessed your extraordinary powers?

A year? A year and a half? Two years?

From birth, I've been learning how to control gravity, how to better maintain the suspension of farms—in the demon's breeding ground, no utility means inefficiency, means death.

You have no comprehension of what sacrifice means.

You lack reverence."

At the word, Shortface had finished devouring the Chameleon's tail,

the surging energy rushed and flowed through its veins,

the immense demonic power gushed out, the Gravity Field expanded again, shaking the space, shaking the players' entire bodies.

Their hearts were compressed, blood vessels crushed into pancakes,

muscles snapping and tearing, bones emitting creaking sounds that made one's teeth ache.

David's face turned purple and blue from the backwash of blood,

He desperately released healing skills to keep his mind clear—the Earth players they had gathered earlier had either died or retreated, leaving only Paranoia, Dahan, and a few others.

This, is still just, one of the four Demon Generals...

In the metal tornado, the battered David barely opened his eyes, gazing towards the center of the gravity field at Shortface, who was howling at the sky.

His fingers gently caressed the surface of the Judgement Spear with its ornate patterns, letting out a long sigh in his heart.

Really unwilling... to have to use it here.

On the surface of the Judgement Spear, a pure white glow slowly emerged.

[Name: Judgement Spear]

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Perfect]

[Attack Power: High]

[Special Effect 1: Fury Thunder. Passive trigger, excess kinetic energy applied to the spear automatically transforms into thunderbolt with a magic-breaking attribute]

[Special Effect 2: Kind Divine Grace. Passive trigger, flies back automatically after being thrown]

[Special Effect 3: Judgment Divine Thunder. Active trigger, throw the spear to transform it into a remotely controlled spherical lightning]

[Cost of Special Effect 3: 700 spirit energy value]

[Cool Down Time for Special Effect 3: 5 hours]

[Equip Condition: Strength attribute greater or equal to 13, possessing Olympian god lineage]

[Remark: The spherical lightning can be charged by consuming spirit energy value, and its final power is proportional to the charge time and invested spirit energy value]

[Remark: Divine grace like the ocean, divine might like a prison]

Do it!

The spear in David's hand was encircled by dazzling lightning,

its overall shape shifting, shortening, stretching,

gradually transforming into a spherical form, the light growing ever more brilliant.

His action seemed to be some kind of signal,

from the ceiling, Abel kicked against the dome, bracing against the gravitational pull, leaping downward.

The tattoos on his body twisted and deformed, faintly forming into a lean devilish face, laughing silently.

Beside him, Ares's red and gold cloak flapped wildly, the scythe in his hand igniting with demonic fire, his massive figure plummeting down like a meteor.

Boom!

Ares landed heavily in front of Shortface,

the chaotic gravity around caused his red and gold cloak to tear with a "rip", into ragged fragments.

"Get out!"

Shortface roared, lightly pushing forward with his palm,

and over the distance, Ares's chest suddenly revealed a huge caved-in handprint, the sound of cracking bones endlessly echoing.

Yet, the wound did not further expand to tear Ares apart completely.

[Skill Name: Iron Heart Power]

[Type: Fighting]

[Special Effect: Iron Heart. Invoke spiritual power and physical strength to break a disadvantageous state that could lead to failure or death]

[Cost: 400 stamina points]

[Cool Down Time: 10 minutes]

[Usage Condition: Universal fighting level reaches intermediate, Physical attributes greater or equal to 12 points]

[Remark: Granting the weak an iron heart]

A gray shadow surfaced on Ares's body, named [Iron Heart Power], a fighting skill that enabled him to break out of a disadvantageous state.

This is not just about canceling debuffs,

"Breaking the disadvantageous state" signifies that for a period, he will not be subjected to the same type of limiting effects.

At this moment, it means ignoring gravity.

Shrouded in gray shadow, Ares swung the giant scythe blazing with demonic fire vigorously,

Meanwhile, Abel also landed on the ground,

The demon tattoos in his hands transformed into two chain-like forms, entangling Shortface's limbs—even though the gravity field tore Abel's skin, causing vast regions to crack, blood splattering, muscles rupturing,

but the chains he produced out of thin air had no weight, pulling without loosening.

The others sensed this was the critical moment, beneath Dahan's shoulder blades, two cyan-black arms grew,

holding a Skull Bowl with the left hand, wielding a moon-shaped knife with the right.

The Moon-shaped knife, radiant with blade light, shattered the blocking gravity storm,

In the Skull Bowl, poured scarlet blood far exceeding its capacity,

Blood emitting a sweet scent enveloped like a heavy curtain over Shortface, suppressing his spiritual power recovery speed.

The Ant King also activated his ace,

Ant-like chitin grew on his hand back, ankle, chest,

His handsome face was covered by dense chitin scales, concealed.

As if donning an insect armor.

The armor's design, unlike the aesthetically engaging insect style of "Kamen Rider",

instead revealed a hint of sinister, eerie non-human aura.

Clad in insect armor, the Ant King's physical qualities surged drastically,

resisting the surrounding violent chaotic gravity, stepping forward,

together with Dahan, striking left and right towards the front,

clearing metal tornadoes entangled by gravity for the rear David, paving a direct path to Shortface.

"Roar!!!"

Shortface roared to the sky, his body firmly bound by chains, unable to press together his palms no matter what,

He roared angrily, stomping hard on the floating metal plate,

The floating metal plate instantly changed direction, soared upwards,

blocking Ares's scythe strike simultaneously, suddenly charged forward, slamming Ares into the wall with a boom.

Shortface's fingers tapped repeatedly, pressing down on Ares's square metal plate, causing its corners to bend backward, deeply embedding in the wall, suppressing Ares- [Iron Heart Power] only allowed Ares himself to resist the gravity field,

But the physical effects of gravity field-driven objects couldn't be thwarted.

Boom!

Shortface stomped again, behind him, Abel holding chains felt suddenly crushed by several tanks, blood was directly drawn from his veins by the massive gravity,

Blood sprayed recklessly, covered entirely in crimson.

With a crack, his right arm broke from the elbow,

The severed right arm like infused with mercury, rapidly fell to the ground, sunk deep into the metal surface, and kept sinking further.

Abel's face remained expressionless, his left hand sharply swung right, holding tightly the two dark chains with one hand, preventing Shortface any chance to clasp his palms.

This is the moment.

The spherical lightning David had been brewing for a long time drifted forward, seemingly slow yet incredibly fast, spanning a hundred meters in an instant, past Dahan and the Ant King, and directly thundered at Shortface's chest.