One hour after the start of the competition, the various forces clashed with each other, and the battle in the city continued.
At that moment, at the center of the city, there was a new change.
This place was originally a spacious plaza with pebbles on the ground. Now, it had become the most polluted area in the city.
The pungent smell of sulfur permeated the air, obsidian shards covered the ground like sand, and small hills of bones could be seen everywhere.
In the middle of the plaza, there was a giant door. The door was about ten meters tall and four meters wide. One side of the door was covered in a strange, dark fog, and the other side was closed.
Near the door frame, there were five magic circles of different colors, and they were arranged in the shape of a pentagram. The five formations were inscribed with obscure divine inscriptions, and at this moment, these five talisman seals had already dimmed and lost their luster …
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound.
The light on the magic runes completely disappeared and crumbled.
The door … opened.
On the other side of the Demonic Door was a scorched land.
If the city was hell on earth, then the place on the other side of the door … was hell itself.
At that moment, a blurry shadow was slowly walking toward the door that connected the two spaces.
The monsters that were born from evil energy in the city, the officers of the Master of Time, the jurors of the Court of Truth, and even the Anomalies … at that moment, they all sensed the approach of a powerful presence.
Even though it was just 'approaching', it was enough to send chills down the spines of the low-level monsters. Countless heart-wrenching wails and frenzied roars echoed throughout the city. They were all expressing a kind of despair.
The king that symbolized the apocalypse had arrived on this land.
…
At the same time, in the real world.
Somewhere inside the Zombie Blade studio.
"What? It's already past 1 PM, and you're only reporting this to me? " The one who spoke was the manager of the gaming department. At that moment, he was scolding one of the workers with a deep frown.
"What's wrong?" Coincidentally, the manager who was on duty that night was passing by the corridor with a cup of coffee from the vending machine in his hand. "What's wrong?"
The supervisor glanced at the staff member and sighed. He raised a paper form in his hand. "Take a look at it yourself. This is the monitoring data from 'King' two minutes ago."
The manager took the piece of paper and read it while sipping his coffee. He almost spat it out. "What's going on? Didn't he take his medicine? "
The staff member looked very wronged. "He said he ate it."
"He 'said' that he ate it?" The supervisor immediately repeated in a questioning tone.
The staff member was also a little angry. He glared at the supervisor and said, "Then what else do you want? Do we have to go to the lounge and watch him eat? Feed him? "
"You …" The supervisor was speechless. Actually, he knew very well that he could not blame anyone else for this. Zombie Blade Victor was the one to blame for entering the cabin without taking any medicine.
"Alright, alright." The manager was a smart person. He knew the supervisor well. No matter how bad the situation was, the first thing that came to his mind was to push the blame onto someone else instead of solving the problem. This was a common problem among second-rate managers. "If it was King who casually tossed the medicine away and lied that he had already taken it, then no one can do anything about it. When he was in the log-in lobby, we could not see the abnormality in the reading. Only when he entered the scenario would the monitor show the difference. " He looked at the staff member. "You discovered it at the right time. Very good. You may return to your post now."
The staff member heard that and turned to leave. Before he left, he was glared at by the supervisor.
The manager then told the supervisor, "This is a serious matter … I need to call the boss and ask him how to deal with this. You should return to your work as well."
"Hmm … okay," the supervisor replied and left.
The manager looked at the man's back and scoffed. "Humph … Trash, I'll have you fired tomorrow." He lowered his head to look at the form. After a few seconds of contemplation, he mumbled, "This kid … could it be that he was traumatized and suddenly came up with the idea to compete fairly in the finals …" He shook his head. "Does he really think of himself as an 'expert'? Humph … If you really have the power of a superstar player, would you still be with us Zombie Blade? "
…
In the game world, somewhere in the northern part of the city.
"We meet again." Uncle Worthless had a cigarette dangling from his lips and his hands in his pockets. He looked at Zombie Blade Victor and said, "You sure were decisive when you left last time."
"This time, I won't run away again." When Zombie Blade Victor spoke, he had already taken out his halberd. "Let's settle this once and for all!"
"Oh?" Uncle Worthless raised his hand to push down his sunglasses. He looked into his opponent's eyes and said, "Hmm … Your gaze is not bad. It's like you're a different person from last time." He then put his sunglasses back on and scoffed. "Could it be that you've used some kind of 'new drug' that gave you such a boost in confidence?"
"You can think whatever you want," Zombie Blade Victor replied. "I don't want to explain anything."
"Fine, let's fight then." Uncle Worthless took out both of his hands from his pockets. "Be it a normal player or a seeded player, it's all the same to me."
"Nervous, nervous, nervous. One side is watching, and the other is waiting for the right moment to strike.
The grudge of the past, today's meeting, a battle to the death is unavoidable. "
…
On the other side, somewhere in the eastern part of the city.
There was a 'blood lake' that was about three hectares large. The water in the lake was boiling all year round, so the temperature around it was very high.
In the lake, the viscous blood mixed with many unknown liquids, like an extremely disgusting cocktail. No one knew how this lake was formed, and no one cared.
Due to the existence of this lake, the visibility of the nearby area was good. As long as one's sleuthing mastery was above level D, they would be able to see the other side of the lake.
Therefore, there was this scene … a total of twelve players looking at each other across the lake.
These twelve people naturally did not stand in a circle around the lake. Instead, they stood in groups of three, each occupying an area.
The three on the east were [Lying Drunk], [Sashimi], and [Understanding Death].
The three in the west were Vishnu, Brahma, and Yama.
The three in the south were Bladeless Swordsman, Blade Runner, and Enigmatic Laughter.
The three in the north were Names Are So Hard to Choose, Names Are So Hard to Choose, and Names Are So Hard to Choose.
This was undoubtedly a marvelous sight. The four groups of experts belonging to [Order], [Gods], [Jianghu], and [Frost Emperor] — [Drunken Dream], [Four Heavenly Kings of Gods], [Laughing Blade and Sword], and [Namer Nan] — had gathered together. Even though Meng Jingchan and Shiva were not there, this group was already very impressive.
At this point, it was necessary to focus on Names Are So Hard to Choose …
Some people might think that placing these three members of the cowherd group together with the other three groups would lower the overall quality of the group. But that was not the case …
Let us take a look at their gaming history, and everything will be clear.
First, these three came from a very small studio that had just started, and Thriller Paradise was the first game that they came into contact with after they became professional players. With this premise, they managed to become quite famous players in less than two months.
Second, what made them famous was not their 1v1 ability but their 3v3 ability. (During the Sword Duel at Chang Lin, Atobe lamented that these three always abandoned him to queue for Killing Game.)
Third, they were good at group battles, and in the Tournament for the Best, which tested their 1v1 ability, they managed to fight their way into the top fifty.
If these three points were not enough to prove their ability, then please take a look at their funny nicknames. To be honest … I have a hard time remembering who is who, so I used their hairstyles and nicknames to differentiate them. Nickname Is So Hard to Choose (Nickname, Bald Head), Old Naming Is So Hard to Choose (Old Naming Is So Hard to Choose (Old Naming Is So Hard to Choose (Old Naming Is So Hard to Choose (Old Naming Is So Hard to Choose (Old Naming Is So Hard to Choose (Mohawk)).
These IDs that you might not remember even if you tried to remember them managed to become so popular in the game. That is the proof of their ability.
"The situation is rather complicated …" Ming Zi said as he looked at the lake.
"Looks like there are many people who use the strategy of 'finding teammates from the same guild' in this final," Zhen So Hard said.
"That's right … We are smart, but they are not dumb." Old Naming shrugged. "Since this is a point system, finding teammates that you can trust and trying to get as many kill points as possible. After dealing with the other players, you can deal with the internal problems. That is a very normal strategy, right?"
"Hmm …" Ming Zi said. "But the problem now is … we have entered the enemy's line of sight, and there are three different groups of enemies. What should we do? Should we attack?" He paused. "If we do, which side should we attack first?"
"Stop joking," Old Naming said. "In this situation, attacking first is no different from suicide. Let me give you an example … A attacks B, and C and D watch from the side. When A and B are in the middle of the fight, either C or D can come over to take advantage of the situation. "
"But how do you know C and D won't fight each other?" Zhen So asked. "If C or D manages to kill the other before the battle between A and B ends, they can turn around to ambush A and B."
"But if A and B finish the fight first, the winner can turn around to ambush C and D, who are in the middle of the fight," Ming Zi said.
"Then why don't we try to negotiate? A and B work together to take down C …" Old Naming suggested.
Zhen So nodded. "But the trust between A and B is unreliable. It is hard to tell what will happen during the battle …"
"Hmm …" The three of them had awkward expressions on their faces as they tilted their heads in contemplation.
On the other side of the lake, a young man with a bowl cut (Sashimi) said to his two companions with a troubled expression, "Brahman and Jiang Hu are discussing strategy, but I don't understand what Hyotei is saying."
Understanding Death asked, "What's wrong? Are they talking in a foreign language? "
"Yes … ABCD …" Sashimi said. "It feels like … they have lost themselves in some kind of extremely boring and fruitless reasoning."
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