Chapter 509: Chapter 415 Guild Events_2 Chapter 509: Chapter 415 Guild Events_2 “Swish! Swish! Swish!”
Sword after sword flew through the air, their lights crisscrossing, causing nurous casualties among the [Roman Era] players.
But the players in the rear rows of the formation began throwing javelins, hitting many [Shushan Immortal Sect] players who hadn’t fully mastered the Spell skills.
Those players wailed as they fell from the sky, only to be easily killed by the [Roman Era] short-sword soldiers charging ahead.
…
The fierce battle still continued.
But [Shushan Immortal Sect] were not true Cultivators, but just a bunch of Mages and Magicians cosplay products.
Many players, unable to maintain their Levitation Skill due to low Levels, fell from the sky.
The [Roman Era] players followed their pre-determined plan, charging and retreating in rows.
Their strategy was simple, alternating rest and mutual cover, achieving notable results with minimal exhaustion.
One by one, the “Sword Immortals” fell from the sky, and [Shushan Immortal Sect] gradually began to lose.
“Heaven has forsaken ; it’s not our fault!”
Finally, with a cry from player [Taoist Master Taiqing], and the battle cries from the [Roman Era] players, this guild war ca to an end.
“The winner of this match is—[Roman Era]!”
“Long live Ro!”
“Elite Romans shed tears!”
“Oh oh oh oh oh!”
In the audience, Mantou observed the intense battle below and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Weird, so damn weird!”
“These two guilds have such strange styles. When they fight, I feel like I’m in a Stitcher Beast ga.”
Just returning from the player seats, Natural War Maniac wiped his bald head and chuckled, “This is ‘Erezer,’ the ga with the highest degree of freedom. It’s normal for these people to do anything.”
“Indeed.”
Mantou nodded in agreent.
This bunch of fanatics even managed to co up with sothing like the Fire Dwarf Loli. What can’t they do?
The most capable ones have to be the chanical God Cult people, who take cosplay to a spiritual level, truly practicing the “Omniscient Quest” doctrine.
Even the guild leader [Steel Torrent] didn’t know how advanced the technology tree had climbed within the guild.
It’s said that soone saw blueprints for tanks, fighter jets, and even intercontinental missiles in the armory, which is rather outrageous.
Thinking of this, Mantou curiously asked, “Who do you think will win the championship?”
“chanical God Cult.”
Singo and Natural War Maniac answered in unison.
Mantou was sowhat surprised: “Are you so sure? Even old noble guilds like Royalty have no chance?”
“Absolutely none.”
Singo waved his hand, speaking firmly.
“Why? Royalty’s players don’t seem weak, and their wealthy guild leader offers real gold and silver as rewards.”
Singo said mysteriously, “Do you know who backs chanical God Cult?”
Before Mantou could answer, he said, “It’s the Empire! You could even say it’s His Imperial Majesty himself.”
“From what I know, chanical God Cult has access to the Empire’s highest-level technology and secrets, and they have nurous privileges. Many high-ranking mbers of chanical God Cult hold key positions in the Imperial Departnt of Technology and the Military Departnt.”
“With such top-tier resources, chanical God Cult attracts top-tier talent, and many big shots from real life have been recruited by them.”
Singo said calmly, “To put it simply, chanical God Cult doesn’t even have to give their all in this guild tournant.”
“They can just pull out a few things from their arsenal and effortlessly crush those so-called ‘Powerful Families’ to win the championship easily.”
“Wow, that’s impressive.”
Mantou was shocked, having always seen the “Four Great Nobles” as evenly matched on the forums.
He didn’t expect that in Singo’s view, there would be such a big strength gap. Indeed, professional gars had more information than regular players.
“Moreover, among the current powerful families, Royalty is shaky and struggling to maintain its position.”
Natural War Maniac added with a smile.
“Why is that?”
Mantou was even more surprised, as Royalty had always been a strong contender with a large following on the forums.
Natural War Maniac said, “In the early ga, when there weren’t many players, their money-driven path, where the whole guild serves the wealthy, was sowhat effective.”
“But now, ‘Erezer’ has over 400,000 players, with those powerful families having guilds of over a thousand mbers.”
“At this point, Royalty’s system shows its inefficiency, its individualistic tendencies, and unequal distribution, which are becoming apparent.”
“No matter how the wealthy guild leader throws money, there’s little left when split among thousands. Now, Royalty is just a paper tiger held up by money, and its decline is inevitable.”
“I see.”
“Wow, this is the world of professional big shots?”
Mantou nodded thoughtfully.
Singo suddenly turned his head and said with a smile, “The preliminary rounds are ending, with only a few guilds left, including chanical God Cult. It looks like there’s so good drama coming up.”
“Hmm? Is the next match starting so soon?”
“Red side, Roman Era.”
As they spoke, the next match was about to start, with the red side being [Roman Era] again.
Having just won a great victory, their morale was high.
Their guild leader [Augustus] even directly applied to skip the halfti break.
He wanted to ride the montum of the previous victory, pushing forward to eliminate the next opponent and directly qualify for the knockout rounds.
Moreover, the [Roman Era] players had taken so kind of Spiritual dicine that boosted their fighting spirit, and they didn’t want to waste its precious effects.
“Long live Ro!”
“Glory to Ro!”
Augustus waved the eagle flag and stood at the forefront of the formation, his face glowing with enthusiasm.
“Blue side, chanical God Cult.”
The referee’s calm announcent echoed across the battlefield.
chanical God Cult?
Augustus’ smile suddenly beca a bit stiff, but he still tried to maintain his morale and said boldly:
“Brave Romans! Do not fear this seemingly powerful enemy. Rember how you, in my presence, swore to each other: never leave the battlefield unless victorious!”
As an Elite Roman, even in death, he had to continue the cosplay!
“Boom!”
“Boom! Boom!”
Several tall armors appeared on the opposite side, advancing like a wall forged from steel.
Behind the armored units, players pushed heavy cannons, their dark barrels exuding an intimidating vibe.
Further back were the light-armored infantry, those chanical God Cult players wearing heavy protective suits, carrying machine guns and flathrowers, their faces relaxed behind glass visors.
When the two sides faced off, there seed to be at least a thousand years of equipnt gap.
“Damn it….”
“Guild leader, how about we surrender? Losing to chanical God Cult doesn’t seem too shaful.”
Augustus gritted his teeth, planting the eagle flag into the ground.
“No, Romans never surrender! Even if we lose, we’ll die in battle!”
“The match begins!”
As soon as the referee’s words fell, the chanical God Cult players loaded their cannons and fired directly.
“Boom!”
The loud explosion shook the ground.
A massive eruption occurred over the formation’s sky, killing over a dozen [Roman Era] players in an instant with flying shrapnel and Flowing Fla.
The specially made square shields could block arrows but couldn’t stop bullets.
anwhile, the front line of the chanical God Cult’s Arcane Armors began to move forward rapidly, advancing like a group of steel beasts, crushing everything in their path.
“Boom!”
“Flesh is weak, chanical ascension!”
“Ring the bell once! Move the lever, start the pistons and pumps… Ring the bell twice! Press the button, ignite the engine, light the turbine, inject life… Ring the bell three tis! Sing together, praise the God of All Machines!”
The battle had just started, but under the firepower of chanical God Cult, [Roman Era] had already lost more than half its mbers.
It was impossible to fight.
This was complete equipnt crushing, akin to modern troops fighting primitives, or Trisolarans fighting Earthlings.
“Referee!”
“I, I want to surrender!”
Amid the cannon’s roar, Augustus suddenly shouted.
From the audience, soone deliberately asked, “Romans never surrender, right?”
“Yeah, how co they’re giving in so quickly?”
Augustus rebutted, “This is a strategic retreat.”
“Comrades of Roman Era, don’t be discouraged; we will return like lightning!”
He murmured under his breath, “Isn’t Italy also Ro? Surrendering is perfectly normal…”
It seed that this [Augustus] wasn’t a faithful fundantalist.
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