Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

The stronger ones have reached the Bronze level and need to be quickly surrounded and eliminated by several people. The weaker ones are only Iron level, but they will explode after death, increasing the fire-attribute spiritual energy in the surrounding area. They need to be eliminated in one go...

After 22 minutes, the Lord of Molten Core seemed to have exhausted himself.

Twenty-six minutes in, the cunning Molten Lord feigned weakness, finally luring several insects to his doom and killing the one with the beret.

Twenty-eight minutes later, the ace spy, while launching a close-quarters attack on the Molten Lord's back, was scorched by the flames, suffering severe burns over eighty percent of his body. However, he also made his due contribution, plunging a priceless dagger crafted from the Heart of the Glacier into the Molten Lord's body.

This thing is made of extraordinary materials of Bronze 3-star quality, and it is also imbued with the divine power of Chione, the Greek goddess of snow!

The last bit of divine power that the Goddess of Snow had left was stored in the temple within the secret realm, and now it has been completely consumed.

The damage from this backstab could be equivalent to all the previous attacks. The Lord of Molten Fire's aura was visibly weakening, and the damage was continuous. That dagger would cause Him unbearable pain!

After thirty-two minutes, the mages were already quite exhausted. Zhao Hao cast Arcane Warmth Barrier on them and gave them Magic Mangoes.

The alchemists set up alchemical arrays at their feet to accelerate the recovery of everyone's spiritual energy, while also expelling the fire-attribute spiritual energy in the hall.

At the 38th minute, Guardian Knight Kairo was struck by the Lord of Molten Core's scythe, and his two-handed sword was almost broken and ruined. He was rescued by Father Deva, and Doctor Sun quickly began to treat him.

At the thirty-nine-minute mark, Blacklink was hit by a fire ray from the Lord of Molten Core, burning a large hole in his chest and leaving him severely injured and unable to fight.

At the 42-minute mark, the fat man shielded Xiluo from a fire ring attack, sustaining minor injuries.

Prada's substitutes shielded several low-mana mages from the rain of fire arrows, leaving them with only minor mana losses.

Forty-five minutes later, Zhao Hao used a barrier to save the sniper. Suddenly, a lava erupted beneath his feet, nearly incinerating him.

Forty-six minutes later, the military fighter was cleaved in two by the giant scythe and turned to ashes in mid-air.

……

Sixty-six minutes later, Zhao Hao finally secretly commanded countless small-sized fire-resistant terracotta warriors to throw countless energy-shielding terracotta into the lava pool, blocking the "lava moat".

In the rage of the Molten Lord, the lava pool beneath His feet was unknowingly filled, now reduced to less than twenty meters in diameter. It was almost touching His waist when He finally realized something was wrong!

At this moment, the temperature inside the fiery zone had dropped to around forty degrees Celsius, a decrease of twenty or thirty degrees. This was caused by countless liquid nitrogen mortars.

Uncle Tie and the others also sensed that the erosion of the Flame Realm was gradually decreasing, and the fire-attribute spiritual energy was no longer inexhaustible.

"The plan was a success! Let's keep going!" With that, the people outside who were in charge of the formation began to unleash their spiritual energy to the fullest extent.

He was already drenched in sweat, and now his face was pale and he was swaying precariously.

At the center of the grand formation, the Holy Grail began to emanate holy light, and its divine spiritual energy began to dispel the fire-attribute spiritual energy...

The Lord of Molten Fire in the main hall finally realized something was wrong. The already small passage was shrinking, the fiery realm was being constantly driven out, and the supply of psionic energy was almost gone!

"Damn it! Damn it! You bunch of insects! Insects~~~"

The corruption of the Flame Realm has been purified, and the power of the rules of the Inner World has begun to exert its might, oppressing the Lord of Molten Fire and driving Him away from this world!

It seemed as if something was pulling him from beneath his feet. Despite his desperate struggle, the Lord of Molten Fire slid into the lava pool.

He clung to the edge with both hands, refusing to let go no matter what.

Exhausted, the monk Zhidian clasped his hands together and cried out, "May Buddha have mercy!" before kicking him!

Zhao Hao, however, disregarded martial ethics and launched a sneak attack on this ancient elemental monster, which was tens of thousands of years old. Taking advantage of its weakness, he directly used a barrier to cut off one of its fingers!

"Ahhhhhh!" The Lord of Molten Fire screamed as he slid into the lava pool.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; they had won!

"Pfft~" The Lord of Molten Fire suddenly emerged from the lava pool, spewed out a mouthful of magma, and then sank back down.

Lord of Molten Fire: Bah~ This is my last act of defiance!

Believe it or not, more than a dozen people were burned in one go!

However, both the Venerable Zhidian and Zhao Hao were extremely cunning, and the instigator managed to escape.

Chapter 396 Zhao Hao: Gone, all gone.

It has to be said, the Lord of Molten Core truly lives up to his Silver rank; he even spat before leaving.

This was truly unexpected, and at least a dozen people were subjected to harsh criticism.

Everyone had let their guard down, who would have thought that the magnate with thick eyebrows and big eyes would launch a surprise attack!

After all, he was a Silver-level True God; even his spit was so powerful.

Even though He was severely restricted and disgraced, His dignity is still there.

In fact, even the cheerleaders like Xiro, who stayed in the back row singing and dancing, were not directly harmed by the Lord of Molten Core from beginning to end, but were all seriously injured in the end.

His voice was completely hoarse at this point, and his respiratory tract was burned, so he couldn't speak.

Most of the skin on his face, hands, and body was severely burned, turning a frightening red, as if he had been boiled.

Moreover, his body temperature had risen to 42.5 degrees Celsius. If he were an ordinary person, he would probably be close to becoming an idiot by now.

My internal organs felt like they were being boiled in water, and my psionic energy was about to explode like a boiling pot, making it basically uncontrollable.

In fact, they were all severely affected after staying within a few hundred meters of the Lord of Molten Core for just over an hour.

If it weren't for the continuous impact of these accumulated debuffs, which had even created immense pressure and damage, several bronze-level players wouldn't have suffered such a devastating defeat.

Six people were killed by the Lord of Molten Fire: the beret-wearing official from the American government, the military fighter, the psychic who turned to ashes from flames after his face spitting fire when his mind clashed with the Lord of Molten Fire, a Holy Light mage from the Guild who was unlucky enough to be ignited by the Lord of Molten Fire's shower of sparks after his psychic energy was severely depleted, a Templar from the Frankish Kingdom who shielded his comrade from a fatal blow, and a Torchwood member from the Great Ying Empire who was a little slow to react.

They were basically reduced to ashes, with not a trace of their spirit remaining.

In addition, there were several others who were seriously injured, such as Black Linken and Guardian Knight Kayle.

Of the remaining people, only Zhao Hao, Zhi Dian, Yuan Hua, Father Deva, and a few others were unharmed; the rest all sustained minor injuries.

Moreover, everyone was almost completely exhausted.

Even the Venerable Master Zhidian, a rare Bronze 4-star powerhouse, was showing signs of fatigue. This speaks volumes about the level of exhaustion they were in. Someone like him could probably fight for three days and three nights without batting an eye. The intensity of the battle was clearly immense.

Despite having ample supplies, many bronze-level players still found themselves at their wits' end.

Thirty-eight Bronze Transcendent beings gathered, eight of whom were arrayed outside the main hall, while thirty entered.

Apart from those with weaker combat abilities, such as Ciro, Sam, and Pastor Fetman, there were approximately twenty-five main combatants.

In the end, six people died, which was considered the best-case scenario.

Even if the entire nation were to mobilize to weaken the Molten Lord, who had only descended halfway, it's impossible to expect to avoid any casualties.

……

"Quickly, save him!" Doctor Sun rushed forward with a handful of gold needles.

At this moment, he no longer cared whether the Lord of Molten Fire would launch a second attack; he rushed forward to rescue the wounded who had been sprayed with fire.

When the lava drips onto your body, it instantly creates a fist-sized crater, and your skin and flesh are almost instantly charred and turned into a hole.

Besides, that magma is, after all, the saliva of the Lord of Lava, and it won't be extinguished easily. If there's even a slight delay, people might get burned through.

Doctor Sun truly lived up to his reputation as a master physician. With a golden needle in one hand and a silver scalpel in the other, the silver scalpel flashed, and the entire piece of burned flesh, along with the lava saliva, was scraped off. Then, the golden needles in his hand flashed, sealing the area around the wound to prevent the fire-attribute spiritual energy from corroding the body.

The dozen or so wounded were given basic first aid in just forty or fifty seconds by Dr. Sun, Father Deva, and others. The rest will require more intensive treatment.

Dr. Sun was covered in sweat, still busy everywhere, his hands shimmering with pale green spiritual energy, sometimes holding gold needles or silver knives. Occasionally, he would use his spiritual energy to heal or seal wounds, and dispel the fiery spiritual energy of the Lord of Molten Fire.

Zhao Hao also helped treat some simple burns with medical ninjutsu, doing a favor for the bronze-level experts present.

Not far away, Sam slumped to the ground, seeing stars and feeling dizzy.

He had never felt so tired before, and since becoming a superhuman, he had almost never felt exhausted.

But now, not only is his physical strength exhausted, but his spiritual energy is also depleted. He can barely sit still on the ground, feeling a burning sensation in his internal organs, and he desperately wants to tear open his chest to cool down.

At this moment, Doctor Sun came over, saw that his eyes were bloodshot and his lips were cracked, and reached out to take his pulse. Psychic energy instantly entered Sam's body to scan his condition.

"Your internal organs are infected by fire toxins; you can't delay."

Sam's psionic abilities were still relatively weak, and he couldn't even handle being a mere bystander in a battle of this magnitude.

The fiery psionic energy of the Lord of Molten Core has invaded the body; if not treated promptly, the problem will be quite serious.

As Sam watched Dr. Sun pull out a handful of gold needles that were over ten centimeters long, his eyes widened in disbelief: "D-Dr. Sun! I feel fine, you treat other patients first! I'm alright, I'm alright."

Sam is a good kid, but he has one flaw: he's been afraid of needles since he was little. Whenever he sees those golden needles, it's like seeing the Lord of Molten Core—the shock is too much for him.

Doctor Sun stroked his short beard. "Don't be reckless. The Lord of Molten Fire is, after all, a Silver-level True God. Even a tiny bit of the fire poison that escapes is something you can't withstand. If you don't get treatment in time, the fire poison will seep into your bone marrow. Even if you don't die, you'll suffer the pain of being burned by flames for the rest of your life. It might even be hereditary, and your children won't be able to escape this pain!"

He paused, then continued, "Of course, there's also a possibility of a benign mutation, where your child is born with fire abilities and becomes a gifted superhuman. But there's also the possibility of them becoming a natural priest of the Molten Lord. Are you sure you want to take the gamble and not need treatment?"

Sam grabbed Dr. Sun's hand, his eyes filled with tears: "Dr. Sun, please stab me hard! Quickly stab me! I've never even been in love, Dr. Sun, save me, save the child~~~"

Sam has regretted for countless times that he has never been in a relationship.

If only he had mustered the courage to ask her name when that pretty girl hinted at something last month. In reality, she just glanced at him and smiled.

After handling the situation on their end, Zhao Hao and his team contacted Colt and his team, who were located further away, to help manage the battlefield.

They were waiting anxiously over there too. The temperature suddenly dropped, and they thought it might be successful. Now that the news is confirmed, they're finally relieved. America won't be destroyed; it can survive for many more years. God bless, hallelujah!

In reality, they had been waiting anxiously, unable to find out the situation on this side.

Silver-level true gods are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, especially a domineering being like the Lord of Molten Fire.

During reconnaissance in this area, a researcher recklessly attempted to observe using a super telescope and was instantly burned to a crisp. Another Black Iron Transcendent individual survived, but his eyes were charred beyond recognition. That was a spiritual injury, incurable; even eye transplants wouldn't help.

"Great! We finally won!"

The Iron-ranked extraordinary individuals quickly drove their vehicles to pick up the Bronze-ranked players in the core area.

Various treatments were arranged. Black Lincoln had a fist-sized hole in his chest; if he hadn't been a special biochemical experimental subject with extraordinary longevity, he certainly wouldn't have survived. He needed to be sent back to the military laboratory for treatment immediately.

The guardian knight, Kairo, was also seriously injured and is currently unconscious. He needs to be sent back to the Guild for treatment.

Many people suffered extensive and severe burns; some had large, charred craters on their bodies, exposing the bone. And then there were those whose psionic energy was depleted… all of these people needed immediate treatment.

The bronze-level bosses no longer care about how to clean up the mess; that's Colt and the chubby chief's business.

After learning the general outline of the battle, everyone was struck by its intensity and the sheer number of casualties; six Bronze-level transcendents had perished. Even small countries didn't have that many deaths in their entire populations!

Then came the strength of the Song people!

The chubby bureau chief noticed this point in particular when he was reviewing the combat logs.

Dr. Sun was responsible for treatment, so we won't go into details. Uncle Tie, Old Lady Dongmei, and the Feng Shui master didn't directly participate in the battle, but of the three—Fatty, Yuan Hua, and Monk Zhidian—only Fatty suffered minor injuries.

Even though Zhao Hao was a member of the Mysterious Bureau, he was also considered half a Song person.

Of the eight people, only one sustained a minor injury.