MMORPG: I was BUGGED-Chapter 269 - 4th day Conquered!

As the dust settled, the chaotic battlefield revealed an unsettling absence.

Gilbert was nowhere to be found.

A collective search ensued, avatars darting through the landscape, desperately seeking any trace of their lost comrade.

However, to their growing dismay, Gilbert’s character was now marked as "offline," the cold realization sinking in that he had met his demise.

The sole notion that crossed the mind of everyone was whether the toll Gilbert had to pay for employing such a skill was the reason of his demise.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to diminish the Wormgod’s HP with such a strike without any corresponding sacrifice.

Everyone echoed with a somber stillness as the guild members grappled with the sudden loss of one of their own who they didn’t expect had a hidden ace up his sleeve.

Whispers of confusion and concern rippled through the crowd, a sense of bewilderment prevailing as they attempted to unravel the mystery of Gilbert’s unexpected demise.

In the midst of this uncertainty, the harsh reality set in — he was gone, leaving behind a sense of loss in the guilds. Another player had met his end in this dungeon.

Despite the shock and confusion, the relentless tide of battle waited for no one. The Wormgod, sensing an opportunity, entered [Berserk Mode], a state of heightened aggression and power.

The ground quivered beneath its massive form as it unleashed a barrage of ferocious attacks, the air pulsating with an aura of impending chaos.

The players swiftly regrouped, deciding to check on Gilbert and everyone who had perished in the battle later.

The immediate priority was to defeat the Wormgod and secure victory, ensuring their progression to tomorrow’s challenge.

"Be careful!" shouted Ragnarok Reaper. "It’s about to unleash its most devastating attacks!"

As anticipated by the leaders, the Wormgod struggled to shift the tide of the battle.

[Dispersion], a temporary vanishing act, allowed the worm to reposition and catch the players off guard. Utilizing [Strike], with its Executioner Mace, the Wormgod made all the players recoil upon impact. It was an AoE skill that significantly reduced the HP of everyone it hit.

"Healers!" roared Fury, and the healers exhausted their mana in healing groups of players, taking turns while another group consumed Mana Potions to replenish their MP.

"Don’t let anyone’s HP drop into two digits!"

The healers understood the urgency and didn’t spare their mana in this final struggle for victory.

A little more push, and this day would be theirs.

Battered and bruised, the players maintained unwavering resolve. They adapted to the challenges posed by the Wormgod, adjusting their strategies with each passing moment.

The Castle of Doom echoed with the clang of steel, the bursts of spells, and the guttural roars of the Wormgod.

The guild leaders communicated seamlessly, adjusting their formations and tactics in response to The Worm that Walks’ relentless assault.

As the guild members battled on, the area reverberated with Ragnarok Reaper’s voice, urging them forward.

"Hold the line! We’ve faced worse odds and triumphed. This is just another challenge to overcome."

Ragnarok Reaper unleashed his own array of devastating attacks, striking with the precision of a seasoned warrior.

The guild, inspired by the rallying cry of their leader, fought with renewed vigor.

The Wormgod, despite its formidable traits and actions, faced an onslaught of coordinated attacks. The players exploited its vulnerabilities, adapting to the Aura of Decay and turning the tide of the battle.

Healing spells, though diminished, still played a crucial role in sustaining the frontline.

The guild’s legendary actions mirrored the ebb and flow of the battle. The guild leaders countered the worm’s maneuvers, utilizing their own legendary actions to secure that long awaited victory.

As the battle raged on, The Worm that Walks, though a formidable adversary, began to show signs of wear.

The players coordinated efforts and strategic adaptations took their toll on the nightmarish entity.

Every player pressed on their advantage. With each strike, each spell cast, and each legendary action executed, they inched closer to victory.

The Wormgod found itself ensnared in a battle against not just players but a collective will to conquer the Castle of Doom.

As the players neared the triumphant culmination of their battle against the formidable Wormgod, a sense of impending victory hung in the air.

The God, battered and weakened, seemed to sense its impending demise, triggering a desperate [Last Stance Mode].

Doom Harbinger, Fury, and Ragnarok Reaper raised urgent warnings that echoed through the battlefield.

The players braced themselves for the last struggle.

In a blinding burst of light, from the creature’s colossal form, a surge of thousands of sinister worms shot out in every direction, a malevolent attempt to drain the life force of every player and restore its fading HP.

However, the guild leaders had foreseen this moment. Doom Harbinger, Fury, and Ragnarok Reaper coordinated a synchronized warning that resonated through the ranks of the players.

Preparedness was key, and every member of the mages unit had reserved their magical energy for this very climax.

As the horde of worms swarmed toward the players, the mage team, strategically positioned, unleashed a symphony of devastating AoE fire spells.

The incandescent flames, dancing in chaotic harmony, disintegrated the malevolent worms one by one, preventing them from siphoning the life force of the players.

In this ranks, Xin was glad that he had fire spells in his list and joined in the fray when others casted their magic.

Steel Striker seized the moment. He lunged forward, his Legend-grade board sword gleamed in the dusks. In a single, decisive strike, he landed the finishing blow upon the weakened Wormgod.

With no chance to recover or retaliate, the once-mighty God succumbed to its demise.

The players bathed in the glow of their collective effort, and witnessed as the creature disintegrated into ethereal dust, its virtual form fading away into nothingness.

The virtual battlefield, once a chaotic battleground, now stood in serene victory. The echoes of everyone’s determination, strategy, and unity reverberated through The Castle of Doom.

Xin felt a sense of relief that the ordeal was finally behind them. He was starting to regret his decision of even had the audacity to think of infiltrating the Castle of Doom.

Yet, amid the joy and excitement permeating the surroundings, the guild leaders donned somber expressions.

Tomorrow loomed with the anticipation of an even more formidable opponent, casting a shadow over their current celebrations.