I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

"It seems that Your Majesty knows of me, but not much... Why? Of course it's because I possess strength enough to hunt down the Incarnation of the Saint!"

Boom!!

Chen Lun's figure suddenly shot up to three and a half meters in an instant, the Pale Knight then stood erect amid the pouring rain. His crimson cloak, which seemed an illusion, fluttered high, as he shouldered a gigantic sword ablaze with roaring purple flames, the surrounding rainwater evaporated before it could even draw near.

Ibrayin instinctively took a step back, his pupils constricting.

He actually felt a strong threat emanating from a Sequence Five Transcendent!

"To serve as a Governing Officer at Mid Sequence, you indeed have some skill."

He said indifferently then his eyes suddenly emitted a blinding silver light, and a long, ethereal cape burst out behind him like unfolding wings.

Whoosh—!!

A shrill screech came from behind his head without warning.

The Pale Knight before his eyes had vanished without a trace, appearing behind him and swinging the massive sword down in an attack.

"Deflect."

Ibrayin muttered without turning his head.

Chen Lun suddenly felt disoriented as the direction of his sword seemed to reverse. In reality, he had stopped the sword himself and swung it into the empty space beside Ibrayin.

Clang!!

The protruding merlons of the high wall were directly chopped off in three sections by the sword, tumbling down and coincidentally crushing several Anlong soldiers below.

"Twisting my perception? Interesting!"

Having never battled a high-ranking Incarnation of the Constellation before, Chen Lun was not fearful at this moment. On the contrary, he was quite excited. As the murderous intent in his heart intensified, it transformed into an even stronger desire to attack.

The crimson cloak of the Pale Knight shook violently, making a whipping noise.

Suddenly, his figure began to flicker frequently within the "Sin Arena," his sword in hand moving so fast it became a blur. The rainfall within this confined space was utterly shattered, creating a torn yet hazy scene all around.

"Kill!"

"Kill!!"

The hoarse and deep roars of Chen Lun echoed in the vicinity.

The clear sound of slicing was incessant.

Even the Incarnation of Ibrayin managed to keep up with his battle rhythm, continuously using the method of distorted perception to fend off the attacks.

But that was all he could do…

"I actually have not a single moment to counterattack?!"

Ibrayin was inwardly astonished as he once again shifted the attack through "deception."

"The rhythm of the battle is too fast. This Incarnation of mine can only just barely defend… What kind of monster is this guy?!"

The surroundings had become a complete mess in just a few dozen seconds; even calling it ruins was no exaggeration. The once smooth high walls were full of pits, and the protective walls on both sides had also collapsed and been damaged, leaving the two exposed to the wind and rain.

At this moment, many players within the Bridgehead Fortress had stopped fighting and were hiding in the shadows, looking up and watching the battle from afar. Their faces were marked with surprise and excitement, capturing screenshots and recordings to show off on forums later.

"Jack is truly worthy of being a god, my God!"

"Damn it, I can't even see clearly, don't know what's happening…"

"All I know is that Anlong's Transcendent has been getting hit non-stop."

"Hahaha, that's hilarious!"

Atop the damaged wall.

Chen Lun dragged his sword slowly toward Ibrayin, the blade scraping the broken ground and igniting a long trail of purple flames.

From beneath the pale helmet's cross-shaped visor, a more ferocious voice emerged:

"How much longer can you hold out? One minute? Two minutes? Perhaps ten minutes? There will be a time you can't bear it anymore… I will chop you to pieces, sword strike by sword strike…"

As he spoke, another massive white serpentine beast emerged from under the feet of the Pale Knight and approached Ibrayin alongside him.

The latter's indifferent face was wet with rain, streaming down his handsome cheeks.

He took a deep breath, fully aware that he couldn't escape or hold out any longer…

"General Maiersa, proceed with the plan and detonate the explosives. We can't hold Hercules Bridgehead Fortress any longer."

Ibrayin suddenly spoke with detachment.

In the command camp behind the Bridgehead Fortress, all the high-ranking officials of the Anlong military were taken aback as they heard the voice of Ibrayin, Your Majesty.

"Even He can't withstand it anymore…"

The General named Maiersa shook his head reluctantly, sighing deeply.

He then stood up and gestured with his hand.

"Orders to the entire army: retreat as planned and detonate all explosives… Let the Imperial Army be buried with this place!"

The last sentence was said through gritted teeth by Maiersa.