Tobu Castle
A legion meeting led by Sabo commenced, the atmosphere thick with anticipation. Projections flickered to life, displaying a myriad of images that captured the attention of the assembled commanders.
Sabo, looking somewhat overwhelmed, addressed the group. "The city lord has requested this meeting. Aside from the reformed legion, we need to select several hundred members from the other three legions to study the manual of the wonders. Next year, we'll form the Wonders Legion, which will focus on basic tactical training and practical skills."
He tossed three booklets toward the commanders of the Apocalypse Army, Storm Army, and Wucheng Army—Sifu, Eddie, and Badu—who began to read in silence.
The projections revealed thousands of confused players from various nations, but amidst them, the Chinese players emerged with a fighting spirit that commanded respect from even the most seasoned legions.
Garrett of the Whispering Legion broke the tension. "Mr. Treasurer, what about my legion?"
Sabo glanced at him, then pointed to the screen where a terrifying aura flickered. The legion commanders exchanged solemn looks as they focused on the unfolding scene.
"Rescue operations are paramount. We need Wonder to win this war. Garrett, I'll accompany your modified legion to assess your ability to hunt the strong," Sabo instructed.
Garrett hesitated but nodded. "Understood. I'll head out immediately."
Once Garrett left, Sabo turned to the remaining commanders. "Pay close attention to Qiguan's fighting style. Analyze, integrate, and create various tactics for them to choose. The city lord has made it clear: our role is training, not management. We must maximize their combat effectiveness."
"Yes, sir," the three commanders replied, their focus sharpening as they resumed watching the projections.
The battlefield displayed no fear—players laughed, shouted, and charged forward, even sacrificing their advantages to thwart enemy attacks. Yet, amidst the chaos, a select few maneuvered skillfully, taking down foes in dangerous fashion. Without technological advantages, victory seemed uncertain, even with their superior strength.
Sabo couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. Bai Yi's concerns were valid; if this conflict involved only 50,000 players, a larger scale battle with over 200,000 participants would likely devastate the Wucheng Army.
As Sabo exited the meeting room, he watched the chaos unfold outside.
"Charge forward! Don't fear death! Every enemy you kill brings you closer to leveling up!" a voice shouted, igniting the crowd.
"Who blew the charge? I'm a mage! Stop pushing me!" another player yelled amidst the clamor.
"Chop the devil's head off!" someone else cried, while another player lamented, "Who's attacking me? The enemy's ahead!"
The battlefield was a cacophony of shouts, curses, and the sounds of combat. Confused players from various nations surged forward, led by a violent demon, as they approached the valley's entrance.
But as the 50,000 players charged, they faced increasing resistance. The valley, only a kilometer wide, became a constricting choke point.
Suddenly, an orc berserker, covered in scarlet, erupted from the chaos, swinging his massive axe indiscriminately, clearing a path through friend and foe alike.
"Roar!" he bellowed, his battle axe glowing ominously as he swung it down.
A sense of impending doom washed over the battlefield. The violent demon, sensing the threat, roared and shielded itself with thick scales.
Clang! Boom!
The explosion echoed as the demon's arms were severed, its bones collapsing under the force. The battlefield erupted in chaos as players were thrown aside, blood and carnage spilling everywhere.
[Your summon was killed by the gold-level boss, Scarlet Berserker.]
Demacia, caught in the frenzy, felt his heart drop. Before he could react, players around him began shouting.
"That orc is the boss! Kill him!"
The prospect of defeating a level 40 or 50 boss ignited a frenzy among the players. The rewards promised were tantalizing—experience points and potential hidden professions awaited.
The broadcast rooms lit up with excitement.
[Anchor, take him down!]
[The host is here!]
[Get a meat shield up front!]
Demacia's face fell. "I wanted to chop him too, but my cooldown is still ticking!" he complained. "I couldn't help but join the charge! It was just so chaotic!"
The comments flooded in.
[A host named Xiahou Fuxing was yelling for his comrades to charge while standing still!]
[6666]
[The charge is contagious!]
Demacia, frustrated, messaged the Guards, pleading for assistance.
Buzz!
As Demacia opened multiple space wormholes, he realized he had inadvertently fallen to the back of the group. He aimed to find a weaker summoning method to capitalize on this chaotic moment.
"Roar!"
The Scarlet Berserker unleashed a devastating swing, cleaving through players and leaving a trail of devastation. The battlefield morphed into a surreal tableau, with players transformed into mosaics of blood and gristle.
Players continued to advance, but the Scarlet Berserker's relentless assault forced the disaster soldiers to regroup.
"It won't break through," Wei Lu observed grimly. "Look at this."
[You used a poisonous dagger to backstab the Scarlet Berserker, causing 150% damage, but the damage assessment shows zero.]
Wei Lu's expression darkened. The Space-Time Assassin's agility and intelligence weren't enough to pierce the Berserker's defenses.
Demacia, analyzing the situation, murmured, "Have you tried targeting weak spots? Orcs are vulnerable at the hips and eyes."
"How do you aim for those?" a guard questioned.
As the Scarlet Berserker lunged, players were sent flying, the ground shaking with the impact.
Demacia felt a sense of dread. "It seems we can't win this fight." He scanned the chaos, spotting a player frantically sounding the charge again.
"Damn it! Guards, let's deal with him first!" Demacia shouted, irritation flaring.
But then, a surge of phantoms flooded the battlefield, halting the advance of the players.
"Reinforcements are here! Charge!" Xiahou Fuxing yelled, rallying the players.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The ground trembled as a thousand muscular warriors, some towering over four meters, surged forward, followed by mechanical warriors resembling small fortresses.
The Scarlet Berserker sensed the incoming threat, his instincts flaring. Just as he prepared to engage, he felt an overwhelming sense of danger.
He turned, eyes widening as he saw the mechanical warriors raising their rifles.
Boom!
Five hundred mechanical warriors fired simultaneously, their precision cutting off all escape routes for the Berserker. Blood erupted as the shots struck true.
"Roar!"
The Scarlet Berserker's energy surged, transforming him into a formidable foe, his eyes wild with rage. He charged, breaking through the ranks of players, creating a bloody path.
Garrett and Magath, two of the strongest warriors, collided with him, their muscles straining under the force.
In a clash of titans, Garrett's axe shattered against the Berserker's armor, while Magath's sword sliced into the creature's back, releasing a torrent of blood.
The Berserker's fury escalated as he retaliated, sending Magath crashing backward, his health plummeting.
[Mechanical warriors, initiate sniping and destroy the enemy's teleportation array.]
[Hold the front lines! Don't let the gold rush into the back!]
[Look for opportunities to strike!]
Commands echoed through the ranks, and the M-shaped warriors executed their orders with precision, pushing forward into the valley.
After a chaotic exchange, the tide shifted in favor of the players. With renewed vigor, they pressed on, launching missiles that rained down on the valley.
Sabo watched the chaos unfold, a golden skeleton flickering behind him. He understood the stakes—if the lower and middle gold positions weren't contained, the city would be vulnerable.
As the battlefield descended into madness, Sabo sensed a shift. He prepared a teleportation array, anticipating the arrival of powerful competitors.
Just then, an ominous presence washed over him. Sabo's eyes widened as he realized the source—a devilish aura he had long awaited.
This was his moment.