Chapter 514: War Frothmaw
War Frothmaw sliced through the sky like a phantom, its vast, foul-smelling wings flapping with relentless force. But the Players’ fire was relentless—dense, unrelenting, blanketing the area. Even Frothmaw, the monstrous Demon, couldn’t dodge it all. Its obsidian wings slowly descended, and as they did, crimson blossoms burst across its distorted form.
With a sizzling hiss, the Demon’s purple ichor spattered onto the ground, eating into the earth like acid, carving craters that reeked of decay and dread.
Frothmaw roared in fury, its vulture-like beak snapping open, spewing a foul, viscous stream.
“You damned Humans! I’ll swallow your eyes, gnaw your skulls, rip off your arms… Aaaah!”
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Yet the Players paid no mind to the Demon’s threats. If anything, their reloads grew faster, their shots fiercer. Who cared about a boss’s ranting?
“Hurry up and shoot!”
“This one’s mine!”
“You ugly bird—give me your gold coins, now!”
They fired without pause, eyes bloodshot, breath ragged. This was no ordinary kill.
1,500 Faction Contribution. 50 Golden Nael.
Enough to buy a rare-quality gear set—and a solid foothold in Isdalia City.
Enough to leapfrog the Newbie phase in record time.
“Damn you… I’ll make you feel the true fear!”
Frothmaw seethed. To be treated as prey by a swarm of Humans? This was an insult beyond measure.
It opened its maw wide, revealing jagged fangs, its throat writhing like a serpent.
“Aaargh!”
A spine-chilling scream tore through the air—sharp, piercing, soul-splitting.
Every living thing within earshot felt their minds shatter. A primal terror, born from Chaos itself, clawed at their spirits.
“Shit! It’s Crowd Control!”
“Cover your ears!”
Players scrambled to plug their ears, but the sound pierced through like poisoned needles. Pain flared. Men dropped to their knees, writhing. Some with low Constitution collapsed instantly, unconscious.
Even the veteran player Lonely Like Snow felt his resolve tremble. He clenched his teeth, barely holding on.
“Hahaha! Yes! Fear! Tremble! Let your blood flood the Abyss! Let your souls feed the Chaos!”
Frothmaw cackled wildly, wings flaring like a storm of darkness. Black feathers scattered as it charged into the village, a shadow given form.
“Shwaaap!”
A claw—nearly half a meter long—scythed through the air. Blood sprayed. Limbs flew. The village turned in an instant into a slaughterhouse.
“Aaah!”
A scream. A wet crack—flesh tearing. The long, sharp claw punched straight through a Player’s chest. Crimson blood erupted, but it wasn’t over.
“Rrriiip!”
With a cruel twist, Frothmaw tore the body in two. The upper half was yanked up, and with a single, brutal motion, it ripped off the still-warm, bleeding head.
It shoved the head into its maw whole.
“Crunch… crunch…”
The sound of flesh and bone snapping echoed across the battlefield—bone-chilling, visceral. The remains were tossed aside like trash.
Now do you fear me?
On its vulture-like face, a grotesque, twisted smile stretched wide. When facing terrified Humanoids, this tactic never failed.
It relished the ritual—especially when the prey was still fresh, still screaming.
It loved watching the companions of the eaten flinch in horror, in disbelief.
“Your friend was delicious.
Now… how do you smell?”
The Demon’s rasping whisper slithered across the field—like a whisper from the Abyss itself.
Most would have crumbled. Even the bravest would falter at the sight of a friend being devoured alive.
“Old Wang! Old Wang—why’d you have to go?!”
A Player surged forward, throwing himself onto the headless corpse, sobbing, nose running, tears mixing with blood.
“Yes… yes… feel the pain,” Frothmaw sneered, savoring the moment.
But then… something strange happened.
The Player wiped his face, tossed aside a discarded onion, and did a flip in front of the corpse.
He posed beside Old Wang’s remains, gave a peace sign, snapped a group photo, and grinned.
“I gave you a good send-off!”
Frothmaw froze.
What… in the Abyss… was this?
To mock death like this? To laugh in the face of a corpse?
Was this even a Human?
Some Players gagged. Others trembled in fear.
But most—jaded by countless horrors in the game—just stared, fascinated.
They analyzed. They debated. They even felt a twisted Schadenfreude.
“Wait—someone got eaten?!”
“Hah! That’s Old Wang! His head’s all chewed up! I got a pic—private message later!”
“This Boss is real—he actually eats people!”
“Damage is insane…”
Boufeng wiped sweat and residual blood from his face, marveling.
“Damn… that was so real!”
He knelt, staring at a smear of unclear, fleshy matter on the ground.
“Is that… intestines? Wow. Details.”
Lonely Like Snow watched the distracted Newbies, then roared:
“Get back to damage output! One more wave like this and we’re Full Party Defeat!”
Unbelievable.
He’d been swallowed by a Shark Lizard Beast from underground. This was nothing.
“Right, right, boss!”
“Yeah, almost forgot—let’s blow that bird to pieces!”
“For Old Wang! We owe him justice! This rifle’s for you, headless hero!”
Gunfire roared again. Smoke choked the air. The sky above Frothmaw became a storm of bullets.
Now, Frothmaw—once unshakable—began to question its own reality.
For centuries, it had invaded the Prime Material Plane, slaughtered thousands, left behind carnage and nightmares.
But never had it met prey like these.
They didn’t flinch at death.
They didn’t fear their own demise.
They treated life as trivial.
Battle as sport.
And that attitude…
Frothmaw had only ever seen it in one kind of being.
Demons.
Could these Humans be Abyssal emissaries? Cloaked in flesh, sent to mock it?
No… the flesh, the bones—real. It had eaten enough Humans. This was human taste.
Then it could only conclude:
These were strange Humans. Beyond reason.
“Damned Humans!”
Frothmaw screamed, flapping its wings and vanishing into the sky—leaving only a dark, twisting shadow.
It lived to inflict pain, fear, and mass slaughter. It swooped from above, casting its shadow over prey, ensuring each death was unforgettable.
Its body was lean, built for flight. Its hide, though dark, was thin compared to other Demons.
But now, it felt the danger.
Bullets—these bullets—could kill it.
“Bang!”
“Aaargh!”
A gunshot. A shriek.
Black feathers flew.
A bullet pierced its wing—forcing it to stagger in midair.
“Yesss! I hit it!”
A Player on the ground raised his hand, cheering.
“Two more shots—this bird’s mine!”
Frothmaw’s mind boiled with rage—humiliation, fury, disbelief.
Just common Humans!
How dare they treat a great Demon as prey?
They should be trembling beneath its wings, screaming, fleeing, dying in a bloody massacre!
With a roar, it spread its wings, its voice a guttural snarl:
“Human! You’ve angered me! I’ll show you your true place—plaything of a Demon, nourishment for the Abyss, sacrificial lamb!”
“Bang!”
Another shot. Feathers danced in the wind.
The same sharpshooter, eyes locked on target, let out a triumphant yell.
“YES!”
Frothmaw shook all over—furious, trembling.
“You… will die.”
Lonely Like Snow saw it.
“Don’t shout! Cover your ears! It’s about to use Crowd Control!”
“Aaargh!”
The scream tore through the air—shattering eardrums.
Players who didn’t cover their ears collapsed, paralyzed by fear.
“Tremble! I’ll bring the Abyss itself upon you! I’ll—”
Frothmaw spread its wings wide, casting a massive, grotesque shadow over the village.
“Massacre them all!”
From its wings, toxic spores erupted—poisonous clouds engulfing the area.
From the thick forest, thousands of corrupted Hawks and Ravens surged forth—forming a black tide that filled half the sky.
Their rotting wings scraped together. Their beaks, lined with fangs, screamed in a cacophony of agony.
“I can’t see!”
“Damn, my health’s dropping fast!”
“God—something’s grabbing me! Raven? They’re clawing my eyes! Ripping my flesh!”
The entire village was swallowed by poison mist.
Players’ skin blistered, rotted.
Vision blurred.
And the scream—that scream—could plunge anyone into fear with a single note.
And the Ravens…
One glance into their glowing green eyes—and soon, nothing remained but a blood-stained skeleton.
“Perfect. Just like this.”
“Even if they don’t fear me, I’ll slaughter them like livestock.”
Frothmaw cackled, its eyes locked on the Player who’d shot it—hate burning in its hollow pupils.
“I’ll eat you myself.”
It spread its wings and dove—straight for the chaotic crowd.
Several corrupted Ravens in its path were crushed into meat paste.
But it didn’t care.
Just disposable assets.
It extended its claws—cold, gleaming, deadly—closing in on the Player’s head.
Yes. Rip it off. Swallow it. Crush the rage inside me.
Its mouth twisted into a grin.
Then—a thunderous roar.
“Give me your life!”
A thick, burning chain of flame shot through the air—coiling around Frothmaw’s limbs, pinning it mid-dive.
The Demon twisted, trying to see who dared attack.
A towering figure stood before it—clad in heavy armor, one hand gripping the chain, the other holding a massive rifle.
Lonely Like Snow.
He had been hiding beside the targeted Player, feigning capture.
Now, the moment was here.
Frothmaw hissed in disbelief.
“How… how is this possible?! You should’ve been paralyzed by my scream! By the poison!”
“Clang! Clang!”
It thrashed, but the chain held—burning marks seared into its flesh.
The chain pulsed with a draconic aura of intimidation.
This man… he’s one of the Red Dragon’s knights.
Frothmaw’s mind reeled. As a Revenant Demon, it knew the Red Dragon’s power.
And this Human… he was one of them?
Lonely Like Snow smirked.
“You’re just a rookie, bird. You don’t understand the Oath of the Dragon Holy Knight.
Want to run? Dream on.”
Frothmaw didn’t understand the words—but it heard the sarcasm.
It glared, shrieking:
“Then I’ll kill you first!”
It lunged, claws slashing, beak snapping.
But Lonely Like Snow stood still—calm, focused, waiting.
“Clang!”
The impact rang out.
Frothmaw’s claw was repelled, bouncing off the man’s refined gold armor—leaving only a shallow white mark.
Now, they were inches apart.
Lonely Like Snow could smell the stench of the Demon’s breath.
“This armor is strong… but too heavy. My strength can’t swing a sword in it.”
He smiled beneath his heavy visor.
“So… the Guild Leader found me the perfect weapon.”
His right hand raised the 40mm shotgun—its barrel aimed directly at Frothmaw’s chest.
His finger hovered over the trigger.
“No… no…
You’re just a weak Human. Even with a powerful weapon… you can’t kill me!”
Frothmaw screamed, thrashing, wings flailing.
“I am a Great Deep Abyss Demon! I am immortal!”
But Lonely Like Snow didn’t flinch.
He pulled the trigger.
“BANG!”
A thunderous explosion split the sky.
The high-explosive rounds tore through Frothmaw’s thick hide, ripped through its corrosive flesh, and detonated inside.
“Aaargh!”
A guttural wail.
The Demon’s chest ripped open. Black-purple blood erupted, spraying across the battlefield.
Frothmaw crashed to the ground.
Its bones and muscle melted into smoking, purple ichor, oozing from the wound.
The skin sacs on its body bubbled silently.
In an instant, the poison mist vanished.
The corrupted Ravens fell from the sky—dead, rotting, their corpses piling up like trash.
“1,500 Contribution Points. 50 Golden Nael. Got it.”
Lonely Like Snow exhaled, lifting his rifle. He blew smoke from the barrel, then struck a pose.
“Whoa… the boss was one-shot by the pro!”
“Damn it!”
“Ugh, missed the drop!”
“Hey, be glad we didn’t get wiped. Thanks to the big man.”
“Waaah… I watched 50 Golden Nael vanish before my eyes…”
“Don’t worry. No kill? No problem. We all fought. We’ll split the Contribution. Even a mosquito’s meat counts.”
The New Players slowly snapped out of fear—some mourned, some cursed, some pounded their heads.
But the Demon that had committed countless atrocities?
Already forgotten.
Just a pile of glowing golden coins, shimmering in the air.
(End of Chapter)
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