Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

The mission of completely erasing the goblin empire from the continental map was undertaken by a coalition of multiple nations from above.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Pick up your weapons, smash their skulls, use their intestines as ropes!"

"Leave none behind, this time let's not let the Prayer Corps snatch away our meritorious achievements again!"

Ragtag bellows reverberated across the battlefield as the Dwarf powerhouses unleashed their angry roars.

After the recent period of fierce competition, the military camps of several nations had already been tormented enough by the players.

Noticing that the Anti-Casting Field Device had completely dissipated, the Dwarves were the first to react.

Under the leadership of their own leader, the Dwarf Corps was the first to abandon the idea of hiding and began to stand up one after another from the Black Forest, taking the lead at the core of their formation.

They laughed maniacally, brandishing their weapons and letting out wolf-like howls as they swarmed towards Wandong City.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out.

And now, the soldiers standing on the walls of Wandong City, upon seeing the enemy begin their assault, didn't hesitate to set up their heavy ordinance and returned fire directly.

Fortunately, many pieces of equipment in Wandong City inherently possessed Magical Device properties. Although due to the Anti-Casting Field Device, many Magical Devices were restricted to kinetic attack modes, with the field now gone, they could fully unleash the power of their Magical Equipment.

In a flash, magic, Divine Arts, and a barrage of swords rained down across the battlefield.

In an instant, both sides sustained casualties. The suddenly enhanced Magical Equipment, capitalizing on its superior functioning, created a literal 'meat grinder' against the coalition.

Both sides fought as if mad.

At that moment, a host of players emerged, and the focus of both armies turned towards this group that had suddenly broken through.

Before they could ponder where these players had come from, the intensity of the battle soared.

"Cursers, Cursers, don't hold back your curse power, first max out the curse power in the direction the Dwarf Corps is advancing."

"Where are the Curse Swordsmen? Charge in, we Curse Swordsmen will take responsibility for this area. Haha, fight while recovering curse power, watch me wipe out these Dwarves!"

"The curse power is maxed out, the curse power is maxed out; now in front of them, flames from burning curse power blaze!"

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A short-haired player could be heard shouting at the top of his lungs, as more than 2000 newbie players ignited the curse power within their bodies, turning it into a massive spread of blood-red flames like molotov cocktails, setting ablaze a large area in front of them.

At this moment, the seasoned players who had class changed into Curse Swordsmen surged forth, easily turning the curse-filled area into a zone of terrifying corrosion.

Compared to the Battle Aura of the common warriors and the Frenzy of the Berserkers, the curse power of the Curse Swordsmen was more sinister and extreme—like a Transcendent power born specifically to destroy equipment and weapons.

The Dwarves, a race that relied on their prodigious strength, were the most countered by the Curse Swordsmen.

With years of inheritance, those with maxed-out "Equipment Crafting" skills never lacked top-notch gear. In fact, without a doubt, the Dwarf Clan's gear accessibility definitely ranked in the top three across the Shen Hua continent.

But at the same time... because of this heavy reliance on equipment, they became the favorite targets of the Curse Swordsmen without any surprise.

In an instant, the clash was at close quarters!

In the midst, many players who had begun to class change into Mages started to drop Fireball Techniques, forcing the Dwarf Corps to shift their attack strategy.

Perhaps considering that compared to those pervasive black flames, the explosion zones formed by a fireball spell cast by over 7000 Mage players seemed more fatal, Flo Copperbeard could no longer hold back.

Swinging his Warhammer, he bellowed with all his might, "For the glory of the Dwarf King, charge!"

A group of well-equipped Dwarves hesitated for a moment but still charged into the area covered by black flames.

The vanguard Dwarves cursed aloud, their weapons continuously sweeping aside the black flames that coated the grass like ink.

To their pleasant surprise, the temperature of these black flames was lower than they had anticipated; even when burned with weapons, they did not feel particularly hot.

Seeing the Dwarf Corps unaffected by the curse power field, Flo Copperbeard laughed maniacally as he led a charge against the players' army.

Soon, relying on his formidable strength, he slew more than a dozen Curse Swordsmen who had rushed to intercept him within the domain of curse power.

"Weak, weak, so pathetically weak!"

Flo's gear never stopped, as he once again leveraged his brute force to pulverize an attacking player into a pulpy mess.

Just as he was ready to break through the special field formed by the curse power, Flo's face revealed an expression of shock.

He immediately shifted his position and cast a sharp glance at the Knight who had charged in.