171: Too Big, Way Too Big!

Orson froze for a moment as the notification ended. Sure enough, a dark shadow loomed in the distance—it had to be the sandstorm orchestrated by the game.

But seriously, what was wrong with this game? He came here to obliterate some NPCs, yet the system insisted on throwing gimmicks at him, calling it an "opportunity to escape." The blatant mockery was almost palpable. With a resigned shrug, Orson rolled his eyes.

"Heretic! Your end is near!"

"For the saintess candidate, we will rid the world of this scourge!"

Orson found himself utterly speechless as a large number of NPCs began hurling insults at him. Fortunately, the rapidly advancing sandstorm soon obscured their vision.

"Cleanse this filth in the name of the Empire's will!"

At the command of Red-robed Archbishop Karquil, more than thirty elite Holy Light Order guards charged toward Orson, braving the storm. Simultaneously, the system triggered a three-minute countdown for him to escape.