The sandstorm obscured Roland's vision. Even though Roland knew that this area was only several dozen kilometers in size, he still felt as if he was in a boundless desert.
"Terrain: Desert. Weather: Sandstorm. What an 'easy' draw … Pui pui pui pui! My mouth is full of sand. I finally understand what it's like to be in the Ansorenne."
Rorschach spat out the sand that had been blown into his mouth. He couldn't see anything more than 10 meters away from him.
Rorschach finally understood why the Battle of the Gods was called Battle of the Gods. After confirming the location, the two Gods' incarnations had personally taken action and used the arena's system settings to forcefully change the terrain of the battlefield. The battlefield was now a real desert.
Since this was a "real" sandstorm, Rorschach wouldn't be able to use his powers at all. And since this was a weather map, he wouldn't be able to wait for the sandstorm to end before the battle ended.
If Rorschach was by himself in this area, he wouldn't be thinking about how to defeat his opponents. Instead, he would be thinking about how to avoid danger.
But now …
"They're truly well-prepared."
Rorschach put away his binoculars and lowered his head as he returned to his magic armor Aurora Dancer's cockpit.
He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the fresh air and temperature in the cockpit. As expected of a multi-purpose combat platform. It would seem that the magic armor's design had considered all sorts of extreme environments from the very start.
The Aurora Dancer was currently in its Aurora Wall state. As a defensive type heavy armor, the Aurora Dancer's magical forcefield shield easily blocked off the sand and wind from the outside world. As the Aurora Dancer pilot, Rorschach didn't need to think too much before its energy ran out.
"No hurry, no hurry. My opponents should be the ones who're anxious …"
I adjusted my magical armor's position and covered it in the shadow of a rock. I then used a forcefield shield to block the wind. Inside the control room, Rorschach took out a coffee grinder and a magical kettle … and then happily made himself a cup of coffee.
It was likely that the spectators who had bet on him losing would all want to personally kill him when they saw his current appearance.
But Roxia wasn't in a hurry, not in the slightest.
Now that they were leading 3: 0, the Game Church felt no pressure at all. A draw was completely acceptable, but not only did their opponents need to win, they also needed to win beautifully to regain their lost morale. Of course, they were the ones who were anxious.
According to the rules, if both sides couldn't determine a winner within two hours, and there was no clear advantage, then it would be a draw, and both sides would get zero points.
If they entered the final Team Finals with a score of 3-0, it would be extremely difficult for the Silver Elves to wipe out the Game Church without losing three players.
"It's dangerous to move blindly when one's vision is unclear. Exposing one's position is equivalent to losing the initiative in the battle. In that case, since I'm the one who's anxious, waiting for the rabbit to appear is an acceptable way of fighting. Even if it's a draw without meeting the rabbit, it's still a good answer for me. "
He took a sip of the coffee and found that it was too bitter. He threw in three cubes of sugar and licked it. Only then did he feel the taste return.
Rorschach was lying on his chair with his feet up in the air. He could watch the surveillance camera while drinking hot coffee. He was as relaxed as he could be.
"I can accept a draw, even if I get cursed by others. As for that girl, not only does the situation not allow her to choose a draw, but with her personality … she'll definitely do something!"
* Boom! *
A violent explosion shook the earth. Judging from the tremors, it should have come from the southwest not far away.
"Rorschach, coward … bastard, do you dare … fight with me?"
Following that, the voice of the challenger was transmitted intermittently through the sandstorm. Forcefully transmitting a voice across the natural limits obviously consumed a lot of energy.
The words "coward" were still ringing in his ears. Rorschach was infuriated to be scolded by a little beauty in front of so many people. Then … he made himself another cup of coffee.
Cough, due to the tremors of the explosion, the cup just now spilled. These were Saul's specialty coffee beans, which were extremely expensive. Rorschach's heart ached when he saw it go to waste just like that.
"… Do you dare … fight … with me?"
"I don't dare, hehe."
The angry roars and battle cries were still ringing in his ears. Rorschach took a sip of his coffee, then realized that he had forgotten to put in the sugar again. This time, he threw in four cubes of sugar.
"Bastard, does he intend to fight or not?"
"This is a passive competition. Can't the referee intervene and give him a warning?"
"No, no, the rules are based on random terrain. The chances of drawing a sandstorm like this are too low. How can there be such a specific rule?"
"His leisurely pretentious attitude is really asking for a beating … I like it!"
The spectators outside were already in an uproar. Although most of the spectators supported Ariel due to their wallets, what really made them dissatisfied was that they couldn't see an intense battle for so long … but Rorschach didn't care about what they thought.
"Lori?"
As expected, there was no response. It would seem that the rules were correct. Even the Gods' communication with each other had been temporarily cut off … in that case, there was no need to worry about Ariel receiving outside guidance.
The vibrations and voice transmissions continued, but Rorschach finished his coffee … and then began making tea.
"This is too much!"
The spectators outside were already protesting. Even if Rorschach guessed what was going on outside, he wouldn't change anything.
"Fight you directly? I'm a level 2 rookie who hasn't even stabilized yet, and I want to fight you, a level 4? Heh heh, are you too naive, or do you think that I'm as stupid as you? "
Rorschach waited patiently. The explosions continued, sometimes near, sometimes far. But considering the pitiful visibility, unless he was truly unlucky, Rorschach wasn't worried that Ariel would find him.
He waited for one hour … some spectators outside had already left, some had refunded their tickets, and some had gone to sleep. Rorschach had already drunk two cups of coffee, three cups of tea, and eaten two cans of food. The explosions and voice transmissions had long since stopped.
"It's about time. Let's work a little harder."
Rorschach finally took action. The spectators who had persevered until now due to the loss of their tickets and bets instantly started tearing up. But then, they discovered that something was wrong.
Rorschach took action, but he didn't use his magic armor. Instead, he left his magic armor and took a large box with him as he disappeared into the desert.
"Stealth? No, stealth isn't like that. It's a disguise! A ranger's disguise divine art! "
"Disguise!? Using disguise magic in the desert? And in front of so many spectators? "
"… No wonder Lord Diligence, who retired long ago, would come here. Could it be that he's a new seed chosen by the nature faction?"
The desert terrain wasn't actually a good thing for Rorschach. This was an area with the least amount of natural power. The amount of natural power that could be absorbed here would be greatly reduced, and the power of nature's divine arts would be greatly reduced.
It would be easy to tell if an expert was skilled or not. Just Roland's disguise and disappearance in the desert would attract the attention of many veterans.
And with the MC's appropriate explanation, not only did Rorschach instantly attract a wave of fans, the arena that had long since fallen silent became lively again.
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