Villain Ch 264. Battle Call

Abyssia pulled Player_Eater’s limbs in opposite directions, her intention clear: to tear him apart mid-air and revel in his demise. The pain surged through his body, threatening to consume him entirely. He gritted his teeth, preparing for the inevitable when suddenly, something unexpected happened.

A faint rustling sound caught Abyssia’s attention. She turned her gaze towards the source, her eyes narrowing in curiosity. From behind a dense cluster of bushes, a figure emerged.

It was a man, his features partially obscured by the shadows. His voice trembled as he spoke the words that carried an air of power and desperation. “Battle Call…”

Abyssia’s eyes widened in astonishment as she recognized the skill that had been unleashed. It was none other than the guild leader’s skill, a powerful ability reserved for level 2 guilds that allowed them to summon all their members in times of need. She had assumed that most guild leaders focused on recruiting new members to bolster their ranks, expanding their guild member number before acquiring such a skill. But it seemed that someone had managed to acquire it sooner than expected.

Soon, the players began emerging, their figures materializing one by one. They were clad in diverse armor sets, each representing their respective class and specialization. Warriors with gleaming swords, archers wielding bows with deadly precision, mages emanating sparks of arcane energy, and healers adorned with symbols of divine magic—members of the renowned guild, Phoenix Reborn. .

The name “Phoenix Reborn” hovered prominently above each player, serving as a testament to their unity and strength. They stood with unwavering determination, their expressions filled with purpose.

Abyssia felt a chill crawl up her spine as the realization dawned upon her. The two bodies she had left in her wake were members of Phoenix Reborn, and now their comrades had rallied together, summoned by the guild leader’s call.

“Thunder Bolt!” The words reverberated through the battlefield as the mages channeled their power, unleashing their devastating spell. The air crackled with energy, and the ground trembled beneath the force of the simultaneous attack.

In a split second, the lightning bolts surged toward Abyssia, closing the distance with alarming speed. She knew she had little time to react, but her reflexes kicked in, and she attempted to shift her position to evade the deadly magic. But she knew, it was too late. The tentacles holding Player_Eater’s body responded instinctively, flinging him at the group of ranged players in a desperate attempt to disrupt their aim.

The collision caused chaos among the attackers, buying Abyssia a moment of respite, but the Thunder Bolt spell had already been unleashed. Even as she managed to take out several mages and archers with her improvised counterattack, she couldn’t escape the full force of the magical assault.

In the midst of the chaos, Abyssia acted quickly. She opened her palm and closed it in a swift motion, activating a unique message reserved for her and her team alone—the emergency message system. This privilege allowed them to send urgent messages to each other, bypassing the usual communication restrictions during battles. Abyssia knew that in this dire situation, reaching out to Allen and their team was crucial for her survival.

An announcement immediately appeared in front of her.

Abyssia needs help! Location: Map_321

The thunder fell upon her. She gritted her teeth, feeling the jolt of pain course through her body as the spell struck her. The intensity of the attack was staggering, and even though she managed to evade the fatal point, she knew that this was far from good news. Thunder Bolt was a powerful spell, capable of inflicting significant damage, and she had to be prepared for whatever came next.

However, just as she braced herself for the impending onslaught, a sudden and unwelcome message flashed before her eyes.

You have taken 230 damage points!

You have been paralyzed for 3 seconds!

Panic surged through her veins as her body became completely immobile. The seconds stretched out before her, feeling like an eternity in this critical moment. Three seconds might not sound like much, but in the heat of battle, it could mean the difference between life and death.

Her mind raced, desperately searching for a solution. She tried to will her body to move, to break free from the paralyzing effect, but to no avail. Her muscles remained unresponsive, trapping her in this vulnerable state. The frustration bubbled within her, mingling with the pain coursing through her veins.

“Attack!” The guild leader’s voice reverberated through the chaotic battlefield, his command echoing with authority. Emerging from his concealed position behind a towering tree, he revealed himself as a skilled Dual Dagger User. The glint of his daggers caught the sunlight, hinting at the deadly precision with which he wielded them.

Having utilized his Hiding skill to remain undetected, the guild leader had patiently awaited the opportune moment to strike. Now, combined with Battle Call skill and his commanding presence, he rallied his guild members to unleash a devastating assault upon Abyssia.

In response to his order, the herbalists swiftly called upon their specialized abilities, summoning a legion of Mandragoras.

Meanwhile, the archers and mages swiftly notched their arrows and conjured their incantations. Their eyes focused intently on Abyssia, they unleashed a barrage of deadly projectiles and powerful spells, seeking to weaken her defenses and exploit any vulnerabilities.

At the forefront of the guild’s assault, the melee combat stormed, their eyes ablaze with the thrill of battle. With each step, the ground trembled beneath their boots, as if nature itself recognized their strength. These seasoned warriors were the frontline defenders, skilled in close-quarters combat and ready to engage Abyssia head-on.

The arrows and Fire Bolt skill stabbed into Abyssia’s body, inflicting immense damage. She writhed in pain, unable to retaliate against the relentless assault. Her health bar rapidly depleted, displaying a cascade of numbers that indicated the severity of her injuries. The melee combatants closed in, their weapons raised high, ready to deliver the final blow.

To make matters worse, several mages prepared to unleash another wave of Thunder Bolt spells, seeking to paralyze Abyssia once more. The crackling energy filled the air, and the impending threat of immobility loomed over her. She knew that if she succumbed to another round of paralysis, her demise was inevitable.

However, just as the mages chanted their incantations and prepared to cast their debilitating spells, a deep, resonant male voice reverberated through the forest. The chilling timbre of the voice sent shivers down the spines of all the players on the battlefield.

“Stone Curse…”