"Who else is left?"
Daniel's voice was quiet, yet it struck every heart like a hammer.
Not a single one of the 300,000 non-human players dared move.
Inside Lord's Manor, the remaining two thousand human players were utterly dumbfounded.
"Killing the enemy general amidst an entire army… what is this?"
"These trash are nothing compared to the God! They literally wanted to stand before him, in front of 300,000 of their own minions, just to die!"
"Faustus God: you see me and don't immediately kill yourselves, yet still dare bark at me? Boldness indeed!"
"Why is Faustus's loot rate so ridiculous???"
"…"
"Faustus must be insane, right? He kills without even blinking!"
"I'm starting to regret joining the non-human faction… what about you?"
"Same here. Feels like there's no way to get past Faustus!"
Just as the mass of players hesitated, a Beastfolk Berserker suddenly raised his battle axe, shouting loudly:
"Brothers! Faustus is only one person, and we have 300,000!"
