Not only that, the Star Wars players on Earth who were remotely piloting fighter jets were also taking turns to rest.
Three shifts took turns to "log off" every time, and they would rest for an hour before resuming.
Professional medical staff were on hand at all times to treat the players who were "too engrossed in the game" and had physical symptoms.
In the virtual game hall, the players danced and smashed the special punch pads next to the rudder from time to time. In the past, a lot of people had directly smashed the remote control equipment when they lost.
Even if everyone knew that a virtual remote control equipment was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and that they would have to pay thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars if they broke something, they really couldn't help it.
But if they lost and didn't have anything to vent, it would only make the players more anxious. Thus, there were two especially smooth punch pads on both sides of the rudder.
After a few hard punches, they were guaranteed to make a lot of noise, and the feedback was extremely solid. It was much better than hitting the keyboard and mouse in regular games.
This was especially true for today's battle.
The difficulty of the seasonal and semi-annual competitions in the past couldn't compare to today's enemies at all.
Many players who had logged off cursed the game company for being unscrupulous merchants who increased the difficulty crazily to reduce the total number of points players could earn, thus reducing the amount of cash needed to exchange for points.
In response, the staff member next to them explained gently, "This annual competition is too difficult, so the company has adjusted the point calculation coefficient. Depending on how the individual completes the instructions, the lowest coefficient is 1.2 and the highest is 2."
Most of these staff members were pretty ladies. After professional training, they spoke gently and smiled sweetly, which immediately calmed most of the game otakus.
Hm, it definitely wasn't because the expected plummeting income had suddenly risen again. It might even be more. That was what the game geeks told themselves, but they also calmed down.
Completely sealed in the game hall, they had no idea that the entire world had been invaded by aliens.
Thanks to Luke, there were people all over the world who played outdoor livestreams.
Some of them were professionals from the media, some were semi-professionals like internet celebrities, and most of them were hobbyists of varying skill levels.
Wakanda had caused quite a stir in the past few years. Many people had come nearby to try to sneak into this mysterious small country in Africa to livestream.
No one succeeded, but there were a lot of viewers for outdoor livestreams in Africa, which kept the trend going.
This time, the live-streamers near Wakanda had finally captured a big piece of news.
Of course, an alien invasion wasn't big news. Thor, an alien prince, had been a superhero on Earth many times, so it wasn't strange at all.
Moreover, during the New York War and the Greenwich War, there were many aliens.
Unlike the previous two alien wars, the Earth also dispatched thousands of fighter jets this time.
Tens of thousands of fighter jets from both sides hovered above the heads of the livestream enthusiasts. Energy cannons flew everywhere and explosions rang out continuously.
This was a real extraterrestrial war, not the old drama of an alien army slaughtering Earth's civilians and superheroes barely saving the day.
If Earth had enough strength, how many people would be willing to see those superheroes fight alone every time?
Only by leading the Earth's army to beat those alien dogs was the way to go!
Therefore, countless spectators around the world, led by a group of live streamers, witnessed this real battle remotely.
Fortunately, due to the narrow scope of the cameraman and the extreme lack of general knowledge of interstellar warfare, these ordinary people did not see the disadvantages of the Earth Coalition Fleet.
At most, they felt that the Earth Coalition Army's fighter jets seemed to be … exploding too frequently?
At this moment, all the players from Earth went online at the same time.
Frank sent two-thirds of the players, who had just had a good rest, into besieging the Tyrant Destroyer fleet in space.
The spectators suddenly realized that the number of fighter jets fighting in the sky above Wakanda was decreasing rapidly.
More and more Tyrant Destroyers were in no mood to fight the endless drone captains in front of them. They began to fly out of the atmosphere to protect the Tyrant Destroyers.
Earth's drones were indeed trash, but with the cooperation of the warships, they found an opportunity to drill into the protective shield. Hundreds of them were enough to destroy the exposed weapon systems of the large warships.
Without the weapon systems, large warships and large spaceships had no advantage other than being more resistant to attacks and better at escaping.
For a moment, only ordinary small aircraft continued to cooperate with the Tyrant Destroyer's ground forces in the Wakanda battlefield.
Including the four generals of Black Light, nearly a hundred remaining members of the alien team all boarded the nearest fighter jets and took to the sky to protect their Lord Tyrant.
The Avengers and the members of the Justice League had no intention of letting go.
While these people were in a hurry to retreat, they launched a crazy chase.
The most brainless of the four generals, Black Dwarf, was set up by Steve, Bucky, and Sam and used a combo technique.
While he was trying his best to fend off Bucky and Sam's attacks, Steve swung his shield from behind and sent his head flying.
Wu Muhou actually had a chance to save Black Dwarf, but seeing Tony and Rod chasing after him, and thinking about how the Tyrant Destroyer's ship was being attacked, he decisively gave up on his companion.
The alien team was in a much worse state.
Apart from the three captains of the same race, only the captain himself was left. Only two of the other dozen or so superhumans were left after being minced and roasted by the Big Dipper clone.
If not for the clone rushing to attack the Tyrant Destroyer, these three superhumans would not have survived for more than half an hour no matter how fast they ran.
The rest of the ordinary team members were not so lucky.
The Big Dipper clone killed dozens of them, while the Avengers and the members of the Justice League killed more than a hundred.
By the time the rest of them retreated, they were still being chased out of the atmosphere.
In the end, only about fifty people managed to sneak into the group of Tyrant Destroyers and escaped. They were basically crippled.
Rather than saying that they escaped to support the Tyrant Destroyer, it was better to say that they were using this as an excuse to get closer to the Tyrant Destroyer and his ship to avoid being besieged.
Even if the Tyrant Destroyer were to be held accountable after the battle, he could not blame his loyal subordinates.
After all, from the looks of it, the fleet around the Tyrant Destroyer's ship was already showing signs of defeat.
The fighter fleet was once again entangled by the rabid Earth drones, unable to provide much cover fire.
The expression of the Tyrant Destroyer, who was sitting high on the throne, relaxed. "Looks like this is your true strength."
Disregarding everything else, just the five Wakanda warships that appeared in the Earth fleet had a clear difference in their fighting style from the Ursa Minor warships. Their coordination was already slightly uncoordinated, and it was enough for him to know that these were the warships of the other side.
This also meant that the warships of the Earth's side had basically been depleted.
Now, as long as there were another fifty, no, thirty of those group-linked, fearless Earth warships, his own fleet should directly collapse. That was what the Tyrant Destroyer thought.
In a situation where they had defeated the opponent's main fleet in one fell swoop, there was no need to keep a large number of warships on standby.
Seeing the trump card of the Earth's side, the uneasiness in the Tyrant Destroyer's heart finally faded. He casually issued an order for the combat personnel in the ship to start fighting with all their might.
After issuing the order, he picked up the helmet beside his hand and played with it, murmuring softly, "Later, you should also think of a way to find me, right?"
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