Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

Gamor's teeth were grinding together. His masseter muscles bulged like two lumps of iron.

He knew Denzel was right.

If we continue fighting, defeat is inevitable.

He started sending messages to several close guild leaders, while at the same time, players from the Bloodhowl guild were already spamming the Savage Fortress channel.

[Bloodhowl Guild ambushed by snake-men in the Hydraman Desert!! Coordinates sent, come to our aid immediately!!]

[The snake-men have betrayed us! Scale Flame led the snake-men to stab us in the back!]

[Scaleflame and the snake people have defected to the Pharaoh! They are now helping the undead attack us!]

Tens of thousands of snake-men are attacking us! They've rebelled, they've really rebelled! Brothers in the Savage Fortress, be careful!

The news immediately caused an uproar in the Savage Fortress.

The messages in the channel exploded like a volcanic eruption, dozens per second, it was impossible to read them all—

Holy crap! The snake people have really rebelled! I knew they were no good!

[I told you long ago, snake people are born traitors! Slicescale is worthless, and Scaleflame is even worse!]

Where are the Shadow Hand? Where are the Night Owls? Have they rebelled too? The events at Graystone Fortress were no coincidence after all!

[Whether they've rebelled or not, let's wipe out the snake-men in the barbaric fortress first! Better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free!]

The Shadow Hand members shouldn't be let off the hook either! Who knows if they're inside agents?

The barbaric fortress was transformed in an instant.

Players who had been walking normally on the street suddenly stopped. Some drew their weapons, some started forming teams, and some opened the map to search for the location of the Snakemen's stronghold. The air tensed at that moment, like a bowstring about to snap.

The City Lord's Mansion issued an urgent announcement, the bright red lettering exploding in the vision of every player in the Savage Fortress—

[In light of the Shadow Hand Guild and the Serpent Clan players openly siding with the Pharaoh's forces, the rule prohibiting adventurers from killing each other within the Savage Fortress is temporarily lifted, effective immediately. All players are now free to attack Serpent Clan and Shadow Hand Guild members, and the Savage Fortress NPC guards will assist in their suppression.]

As soon as the announcement was made, the streets of the Savage Fortress were immediately turned into rivers of blood.

This is practically official intervention, so what's there to be afraid of! Let's go for it!

Those snake-man players who hadn't had a chance to escape were surrounded in the streets. Some had just come out of the tavern, some were forging equipment in the workshop, and some were queuing by the teleportation array—and then, death fell from the sky!

The battle axe cleaved through the snake-man's scales, the totem pole smashed its skull, and sharp claws tore open its chest.

A snake-man assassin tried to escape using stealth, but was spotted by an orc shaman's Eye of True Sight. Then, three warriors pounced on him and hacked him to pieces... Similar scenes were commonplace, and the city was instantly covered in blood.

Some snake-men tried to hide in the tower, only to be hacked to death on the stairs by warriors who broke down the door; others tried to teleport away, only to find that the teleportation array had been blocked by NPC guards, whose halberds were pointed at everyone who tried to approach.

Some of the snake-people tried to kneel and beg for mercy. One female snake-person stood in the middle of the street, her hands raised high, crying out, "I am innocent! I did not pledge allegiance to the Pharaoh!" But no one listened. An orc warrior walked past her, swung his battle axe, and her head flew off, blood gushing forth.

Nobody listened. Nobody believed. Nobody would bother to distinguish who was the traitor and who was innocent at this time.

"You asked for this!" An orc warrior crushed the head of a snake-man assassin, his eyes blazing with fury. His boots ground against the broken bones, making a sickeningly loud "crunch."

"You think you can stay in this barbaric fortress? Dream on!" A minotaur pulled a warhammer from the chest of a serpent priest, his armor splattered with emerald green serpent blood.

The Shadow Hand's stronghold has also been breached.

Dozens of Shadow Hand players held their ground at the guild's headquarters, attempting to rely on the building's defenses and wait for things to calm down. But enraged orc players surged in from all directions; some broke down the doors, some climbed in through the windows, and others climbed onto the rooftops and threw Molotov cocktails down.

In less than fifteen minutes, the stronghold was breached, and all the Shadow Hand players inside were killed.

The cleaning lasted for less than half an hour.

The snake-man players inside the Savage Fortress were almost completely slaughtered, and the few who escaped were also hunted down and killed by the patrols outside the city.

As for the Shadow Hand guild, it also suffered.

All players confirmed to be members of the Shadow Hand, regardless of race, level, or whether they actually participated in the defection, were to be killed.

Those Shadow Hand members who managed to escape the first round of purges were dragged out of the tower and beheaded in the street; those who tried to hide their guild badges or pretend to be innocent were exposed by the True Sight of the NPC guards and then torn to pieces by the enraged orc players.

The Shadow Hand guild's headquarters was completely destroyed—the three-story stone building was smashed into a pile of rubble by angry players, the guild flag on the roof was torn down and trampled underfoot, and then burned to ashes.

The Shadow Hand guild channel was filled with wailing:

"President! They're killing our people!"

"The serpent people have openly betrayed the Pharaoh! What do we do? We haven't done anything!"

"Guild Master! Think of something quick! We can't stay in the Savage Fortress any longer, the teleportation array is sealed, and we're trapped inside!"

"Night Owl! Say something! Have you betrayed us too?!"

The owl's hands were trembling.

It wasn't fear, but anger—an anger of betrayal, of being used, of being used as a pawn, an anger that almost burned him to ashes.

That stupid woman, Lin Yan, actually betrayed him without informing him.

He did have this plan before, but he was still considering it, observing, and weighing the pros and cons. Unexpectedly, Lin Yan took action directly without even giving a warning.

Now look what's happened; the entire Shadow Hand has been dragged down by her. Guild members were slaughtered in the streets of Savage Fortress, their stronghold was destroyed, and their teleportation array was shut down. Overnight, the foundation they had painstakingly built up over a year in Savage Fortress was completely wiped out.

The owl's teeth were grinding together.

That's not really a big deal. The problem is—even if you, Scaleflame, were to rebel, you should have told me beforehand! I could have made arrangements in advance! Evacuating members, transferring assets, finding a way out, contacting the Pharaoh to negotiate better terms—these things all take time and require advance planning.

How can you play like this? You're even lying to your own people?

Snake people are definitely not to be trusted!

Like the Fissured Scales, so too are the Flaming Scales. These cold-blooded reptiles are born to betray. You open your heart to them, and they'll stab you in the back. You treat them as allies, and they'll use you as a stepping stone.

Night Owl took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

Even if he didn't want to rebel now, he had no choice!