"This is your idea of an ambush? A joke like this? You think you can throw your weight around just because you're using God-Emperor Gaedashiram's hand-me-downs?" one of the Pontiffs sneered.
"The hell? Are these NPCs glitched or something? Celebrating while standing on my damn head?"
Iron Cavalry lay flat on the ground, cursing non-stop. Several imperial soldiers were smearing mud from their boots all over his face. The dude was so mad he nearly rage-quit life on the spot.
"Calm down! Just hang tight. Once I get up, I'm making you all regret ever logging in!"
"Son of a—has our Knights ever been humiliated like this before? When I get up, I swear I'll crush your balls like walnuts!"
The fury gauge of the Knights players was spiking hard. Spectators watching the inner-faction fight of the Light Dragon Empire felt just as let down—they'd expected Godslayer Guild to pull off some epic counter.
