White Online

Chapter 619 Silver Death's Fate.

A streak of golden lightning dashed across the tall, and rocky room. Noelle pulled out a dagger, and slashed down at Isaac's calf muscles. He effortlessly jumped over the blade even though he couldn't see the dagger.

However, he sensed the dagger's presence. It was impossible for ordinary folks, but Isaac was already way past ordinary. His current form could be said to be ''Demi-God'', and he was nearing the threshold of godhood.

His perfect vision went past mortality, and he could even see things beyond the known realms. He could see the supernatural, the realm between realms, and things that were previously outside of human knowledge. The dagger's presence moved beyond human perspective, but it was now within Isaac's perspective.

As Noelle slid across the ground with a frustrated expression, green-colored arrows flew across the air, and approached Isaac from his blindspot.

However, the arrows had their own presence. These green arrows had the presence of poison. Isaac swung the bo-staff, parried the arrows away, and turned to the person who shot them. Darth held the bow high with a pale face.

''Haiah!'' Cecilia launched herself forward, and swung her broadsword horizontally. Isaac backflipped over the blade, and swung his leg at the girl's adorable face. However, before connecting, she ducked the kick, changed the grip on the sword, and stabbed it towards the white-haired man.

''Oho.'' Isaac was quite impressed. He placed the bo-staff's tip on the rocky ground, and used it to propel himself backward. After landing outside the throne, spells, and bullets chased after him.

The rest of the players used their skills as they tried to use sneak-attack when Isaac was busy dealing with the stronger players.

''Sneaky.'' Isaac weaved through the attacks, then saw one of the players holding a silver-colored revolver. It looked dangerous. He pushed the hammer down, adjusted the cylinder, and fired.

Isaac smashed the bo-staff at the incoming bullet, sending it flying away, and as the bullet struck the rock wall, it produced massive sparks.

'Who is he?' he turned to look at the player, and didn't remember seeing him. His match must have been when he was busy in the Winter Realm.

The man with the revolver again fired. As the bullets flew, Isaac casually weaved through them, and after being five meters from the man, he threw the bo-staff at him.

The man's eyes widened, and he ducked the flying bo-staff. Then, as he raised his head, Isaac's fist struck him, and caused him to fly across the room.

The revolver slipped out of his grip.

Isaac looked at the revolver, and surprisingly, the feeling of danger came from the revolver.

''What is this?'' he picked it up, but immediately dropped it. A burn mark appeared on his hand, ''How strange...''

Whoosh! Cecilia appeared behind him, driving the sword forward with force. Isaac quickly dodged it by twisting his body towards the side, at the same time, he sent a kick on her torso, forcing her to skid backward with a loud groan.

Isaac placed his hands on the ground, and backflipped. As he stood again on his two legs, he was surrounded by the group of players. They unleashed their attacks, filling the air with flashing colors.

[Marksman of Space Used!]

As he disappeared into a gluster of stars, the attacks exploded, and injured the group of players. They accidentally forgot that they could still hurt their teammates, and as their health dropped, they started arguing while only a few thought about using health potions.

Noelle clicked her tongue, and turned to the throne. There, Isaac sat casually while crossing his right leg over his left. It looked like he was on vacation.

''This bastard!'' PrincessHeart stomped the ground angrily, and felt like attacking again. But, remembered Noelle's words. She could only swallow her anger, and wait for a moment to strike.

Sorcerer watched from the sidelines. He hadn't moved a muscle since the fight began, and had no intention of doing so for the time being.

While the group of players argued, Isaac's smile grew, and hue of crimson appeared in his eyes. Noelle, Darth, Cecilia, and PrincessHeart widened their eyes in shock.

''Watch out, you fools!'' they shouted toward the screaming players. But, it was too late. A crimson beam left Isaac's eyes, and burned the arguing players to ashes.

The spectators grimaced with mixed expressions. That was one of the most embarrassing ways to go out. All the players present had their own pride, and ego.

They were used to working as a team, but they were almost always the leaders of any party. Thus, they only know how to give orders, not how to receive them.

Therefore, only five players remained. Noelle, PrincessHeart, Darth, Cecilia, and Sorcerer.

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In the waiting room, King Jonathan suddenly saw ten players appearing out of nowhere. They didn't speak a word, and only sat alone while angrily whispering to themselves. They all blamed others, and not themselves. They were certain that their team was going to lose.

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The fight continued in the second room as Kalzer majestically danced across the room while parrying everyone's attacks. Then, an enormous player, called Colossus, stomped forward, and smashed his axe down.

Kalzer jumped over the massive man, pushed the spear into his throat, then landed behind him. Behind him, the massive man fell to his knees, and disappeared into pixels.

Everyone was shocked that Silver Death's co-leader, Colossus, was taken out so quickly!

''Colossus...'' King Michael murmured with a grim expression. As he opened his eyes, the whole room was bathed in blood. He could hear the screams of women, and children. The memories of Superfort massacre surfaced in his mind.

After a short moment, the vision returned to normal, and he saw Kalzer fighting against Xerxus. Michael looked at his hands, and felt like they were dyed in blood.

The Silver Death used to be the dominant power in Superfort. They acted like kings, without caring about the lives of New-Gen Humans. Then, the announcement came, and everything charged. Silver Death disbanded immediately after since everyone felt so dirty, like they were inhumane murderers.

King Michael had it the worst. He commanded everyone, and in his opinion, he should be already in prison. But, everyone who killed New-Gen Humans before the announcement was pardoned. They couldn't possibly know they were real beings.

However, Michael doesn't believe he should be pardoned. He slowly dropped the sword and, shocking everyone, he logged out of the game, and disappeared.

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In the waiting room, King Jonathan jumped to his feet with a shocked expression, ''Where did he go?''

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