Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 298: I have been called, and I must respond, as alwa

Three-pronged deploynt!

Collective mobilization!

Swiftly pacifying relevant organizations and cooperative groups with thunderous thods.

After a series of maneuvers, it could be described as seamless.

Although this evolution stirred considerable discussion and waves within the circle.

However, the interest community led by Golden Wind remained as stable as Mount Tai amidst these brewing storms, transitioning peacefully!

And after quickly accomplishing all this!

Golden Wind also released its second promotional video in the second week since the "Overwatch Rally Call" was announced—

"Glory"

"You served to protect..."

"Yet in the end, you were cast out by Overwatch..."

"Why would you go back there again..."

In the dilapidated hall of an abandoned castle, a young girl with a ponytail and two small braids at her temples was earnestly persuading the white-haired, lion-like old man beside her who had lost his left eye.

However, all her words seed so faint to the old man's ears.

Because at this mont, the old man was gazing at the tarnished Overwatch badge in his hand.

Thump thump!

As the scene flashed!

The badge transford from tarnished to brand new, and the old man's hand was now clad in thick, sturdy armor.

Ti had returned to the past.

"Wow—this hits just right, Golden Wind's classic transition."

Clap clap clap...

In Liu Liu's livestream chat, Shi Liuliu was watching Overwatch's latest promotional video with her boyfriend.

As a dedicated APEX player, yjj remained very interested in Golden Wind's multiplayer online competitive gas.

After all, he originally built his streaming career on this.

This ti, with the announcent of the "Overwatch Rally Call" during the Golden Bull Challenge.

The diverse hero and skill designs led most players to speculate that Golden Wind might be creating a "PVPVE" ga combining elents of both Left 4 Dead and APEX.

The ga mode was widely believed to be battle royale.

FPS battle royale.

Golden Wind's classic combination, a format that could never go wrong, a product players would unquestionably support.

Yjj, wanting to understand the ga in advance, chose to watch the newly released Overwatch trailer with Liu Liu today.

The livestream chat was filled with "gnashing teeth"—

"You really deserve to die, yjj"

"I will never coexist with yjj under the sa sky!"

"I'll share both fortune and misfortune with yjj (dog head)"

'6'

"I was quite happy watching sister's stream, then I got hit with this sudden blow as soon as I entered, like a dog walking on the street suddenly getting slapped"

'Can you move that decoration beside you? It's annoying to look at'

'Hahahahaha...'

...

The livestream chat was filled with banter.

anwhile, in the promotional video's castle hall, the voice of the one-eyed old man from many years ago, when he was still young, erged—

"Old man, have you decided? Really leaving us?"

Ding!

With a crisp sound, the Overwatch coin flew out and landed in the hand of a bald, bearded regint leader with an upright appearance, clad in mighty lion armor.

"I've been called, I must answer."

The regint leader's voice was firm and powerful:

"This is a great honor."

As the scene unfolded, Liu Liu gasped softly: "Oh... the one flipping the coin must be young Reinhardt, and the one catching it is his master... or regint leader, sothing like a ntor and friend."

Correct!

The protagonist of the "Glory" promotional video was indeed Reinhardt the hamr.

Only the young Reinhardt was full of passionate fervor and thirst for personal glory:

"Crusaders are heroes who protect ho and country, we'll be immortalized like in the songs—eternal!"

"What's eternal is our cause,"

the regint leader corrected him sternly:

"And this war is more important than all of us..."

Just as he spoke!

An ordinary ssenger rushed breathlessly into the tavern: "No... bad news! Drop pods appearing in the east! They're coming!"

Hearing this, the regint leader waved his large hand:

"Alright brothers! Suit up in your armor, bring your dance partners, our singers are here!"

"Don't forget your 'walking stick', old man!" Reinhardt handed the giant hamr to the regint leader.

"Ahahahaha—"

The regint leader took the thousand-pound thruster hamr, laughing heroically:

"Born with honor!"

Reinhardt understood imdiately:

"Die with glory!"

Thump!

Two hands clad in steel armor gripped each other tightly.

The battlefield was engulfed in flas!

The massive Omnic army fiercely advanced against human lines!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Rat-tat-tat-tat...

Amid artillery bombardnts and dense gunfire, the Crusaders' barrier shields advanced steadily. The squad led by the regint leader held their position, while ordinary soldiers organized counterattacks under his protection.

This was the combat mode humans had developed through prolonged warfare—stable and efficient.

The Crusaders stood like silent, sturdy shield walls, defending their comrades' lives.

However.

Whoosh—

With flas jetting out, the massive thruster on Reinhardt's armor blasted fire.

Reinhardt, wielding his giant hamr, charged across the battlefield, smashing one Omnic robot after another, fighting with exhilarating joy!

Ding!! Boom!

"Woo-hoo! Hahaha! Co on! All of you co! I love the sll in this wind..."

However, before his words faded.

The regint leader caught up to him, speaking sternly: "Go back and protect your teammates!"

"Eh—" Reinhardt disdainfully blew at his hair, rolling his eyes: "They just hold back."

With that!

—

The thruster jet flas again, Reinhardt charging once more.

Unbeknownst to him, his squad was in disarray, pinned down by intense fire in a corner of ruins, desperately crying, "Where is Reinhardt?!"

"Reinhardt's here! Leave this one to !"

Whoosh—

Amid the chaotic battlefield, as an unprecedented four-legged new Omnic descended, Reinhardt's warlike blood boiled over completely. Ignoring the regint leader's obstruction, he activated his thruster and charged forward!

However!

Clang!!!

This ti, his fearless charge didn't smash the massive Omnic against the wall.

Instead, the Omnic's sturdy hydraulic limbs dug firmly into the ground, easily stopping him amid billowing dust.

Reinhardt was instantly stunned.

He had never encountered such a formidable Omnic, completely unexpected:

"This is..."

Screech! Slash!

As the Omnic's massive battle blade ejected from its arm, the blazing blade sliced through air, brutally striking Reinhardt's left eye, teaching his recklessness a harsh lesson!

Crash—!!!

Reinhardt's massive body fell to the ground, thrown far away, blood splattering.

Yet, just as the Omnic raised its blade to finish him!

Whoosh—!

Boom!

The golden lion armor suddenly appeared! The thruster-powered hamr swung out fiercely! With a thunderous crash!

The powerful Omnic was sent flying by the hamr, but the next mont!

Thud!—

Another Omnic suddenly erged from the side, its massive battle blade brutally stabbing into the regint leader's side.

"Ha—ah—!!!"

A explosive shout!

The regint leader actually grabbed the Omnic's battle blade with his backhand, tearing off its chanical arm with imnse force, then imdiately swung the hamr back!

Thump!

"Cough..."

At this mont, Reinhardt slowly regained consciousness amidst intense pain.

Looking at the crushed Omnic, then at the regint leader standing mountain-like leaning on his giant hamr, he opened his mouth:

"I could have handled it myself, old man."

"Huff—huff—Of course... I believe you could."

The regint leader coughed heavily twice, then pulled Reinhardt up from the ground:

"But now we must go, they're surrounding us..."

Following the regint leader's gaze.

More and more Omnic army approached, like a steel tide, making one's scalp crawl!

Boom!

As the castle gates closed, the gunfire outside was temporarily shut out.

The regint leader and wounded Reinhardt moved together toward the retreat's back door: "Regroup at the rally point..."

Clatter.

As he spoke, the regint leader staggered, his armor clanking:

"...I'll hold them off."

"Haha!"

Hearing this, Reinhardt waved his hand, his banter still burning with fierce combat spirit:

"Co on, old man, so all credit goes to you? We can definitely fight our way back! Together!"

Thump!

The massive hamrhead hit the ground.

Now, that once invincible giant hamr truly seed to have beco the regint leader's walking stick:

"No... I must stay here..."

As the regint leader slowly removed his helt and shook his head.

Reinhardt's gaze fell on the regint leader's bleeding side.

In an instant!

His forr pride turned to panic, his burning warlike blood transford into dread. In the exquisitely rendered CG, Reinhardt's trembling lips and shaking pupils felt utterly real.

He looked bewildered at the regint leader's wound, imnse confusion and unease blanking his mind:

"What... Regint leader... Without you I don't know..."

"Soldier!!!"

A sharp shout!

The regint leader's gaze turned resolute and determined:

"You swore loyalty to the Crusaders, now is the ti to fulfill that oath—"

As he spoke!

The regint leader slowly extended his blood-soaked hand, speaking earnestly like a father to his son:

"Reinhardt, the team needs you... To beco their shield..."

His Adam's apple bobbed.

Tears welled in Reinhardt's eyes.

Within those shimring lights seed to be regret, understanding, comprehension, and most importantly—

"Born... with honor..."

Two hands gripped tightly together. The Overwatch badge, like passing on the torch, was transferred to Reinhardt's hand.

"Die... with glory."

In this mont, Reinhardt finally understood the weight of these words.

Glory, responsibility, belief, protection...

Amid massive explosions, Reinhardt shielded his squad with his body.

Before the ruined city gate, the regint leader burned his remaining life to buy ti for retreat.

When dawn's light once again shone through the broken window fras into the castle hall from decades past.

The golden lion armor seated on the castle throne stood like a monunt, enduring through ti.

This was a knight's armor.

And a hero's coffin.

"You've decided... really leaving us?"

Behind, the young girl's voice sounded again, her worried gaze fixed on old Reinhardt standing before the golden lion armor.

Tap.

The tarnished Overwatch badge was gently placed beside the regint leader's hand, emitting a soft crisp sound.

And old Reinhardt turned around.

His eyes filled with determination and resolve, just like what the regint leader had told him decades before.

Though his voice lacked its forr vigor, within its weathered tone lay incomparable steadiness—

[I've been called, I must answer]

[As ever]

Thump thump—

Golden Wind's LOGO erged from darkness, emitting brilliant golden light.

And now!

In the livestream chat, Liu Liu was already in tears!

Even yjj beside her was moved by this ntor-father-son-like bond, eyes slightly red, blinking repeatedly.

A short seven-minute promotional video.

The passing of glory between two knights.

"Sigh—"

Liu Liu exhaled deeply, slowly shaking her head:

"Little Yellow's CG quality and scripting keep getting better and better..."

anwhile, the livestream chat buzzed with heated discussion—

'Hyped! Hyped up!'

'This is so much more refined than APEX's legend introductions'

'They wouldn't have made CG for every hero, would they'

'Holy shit... How much would that cost'

'Golden Wind Film Studio'

'Gonna cry again tonight sob sob'

'I've been called too! I must answer! I need to answer now!'

'This promotional video is fucking aweso, hope to see more'

'Speaking of which, when's the ga coming out? Even opening a test would be fine'

'Little Yellow's tests are all internal, don't even think about it, just wait for the release date announcent'

'I can't stand another minute of this January!'

'Huh? It's only January...'

...

And simultaneously!

Across the ocean.

In CloudPower-Vivendi TYG studio, Yamamoto Tsunashiro had just finished watching this promotional CG, his brow slightly furrowed.

Without doubt, from the Overwatch mobilization order to this promotional video's release.

Golden Wind's increasingly powerful and comprehensive industrial technical capabilities were truly alarming.

After all, not long ago, when he still worked for Kora, competing against Escape had only cost slightly over 18 million dollars total. Back then, Golden Wind's new ga announcent thod was just a simplest possible promotional poster.

But now.

If player evaluations were accurate, if Golden Wind really produced promotional videos for every hero released.

Then just the CG production costs alone would exceed 18 million dollars.

"Still as daring as ever..."

The returned overti king Yamamoto narrowed his eyes slightly.

Now, his assigned task was to use every ans possible to block this Overwatch that Golden Wind pinned high hopes on!

Yes, block.

Konik's orders weren't overly harsh.

After all, Golden Wind now qualified as a mid-sized ga developer.

Trying to eliminate them completely in one strike was unrealistic.

What they needed now was to use their own products to pull away Golden Wind's supporters from the market, weakening their user base.

Undermining their foundation—this was their best approach now, the only thod against an unlisted iron tortoise like Golden Wind.

As long as they gradually eroded Golden Wind's custor base completely, eventually, rootless Golden Wind would beco re floating duckweed, wild grass, fish on the chopping block.

To achieve this, nothing else mattered except letting products speak for themselves.

Thinking this, Yamamoto's eyes couldn't help but shift.

He didn't believe he stood any chance facing Gu Sheng head-on—learning from past mistakes, he maintained this self-awareness.

But releasing gas after Overwatch would obviously let Golden Wind secure beachhead first, failing the blocking effect.

So that ant...

Considering this.

Yamamoto couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Need to find a way to get ahead of them.