Chapter 783: Chapter 437: No Misunderstanding_2 Chapter 783: Chapter 437: No Misunderstanding_2 “Reincarnation Land” had a brutal setup that filled the ga with variables and confrontation, which was particularly appreciated by overseas players.
The ga itself was of excellent quality, and had amassed a large fan base even before online connection was available. Once online gaplay was introduced, its confrontational attributes were pushed to the extre, sparking imnse discussions and popularity at that mont.
Overseas players had grown tired of zombies and vampires, and the horrifying monsters and sophisticated settings of “Reincarnation Land” were like discovering a new continent for them, which logically led to its sweeping popularity.
On the ranking website, Black Tech discovered that North Arican players far led in the number of victories, followed by the Slavs, Korea…
Since the ga was not released dostically, Huaxia only had a pitiful single victory.
“Huaxia actually had one victory? How did that co about?”
“You can watch the match replay; the final records are there.”
Out of curiosity, when Black Tech opened the replay, he realized that he actually had so impression of the winning side.
It was Qian Xiaohao.
In the final monts of the match, he scread furiously as he used his weapon to turn his opponents in front of him into minceat.
After finishing them, he didn’t stop there; he had to eliminate all nearby enemies before he crazily shouted, “Who else is left!”
After watching the last frenzied performance of the opponent, Black Tech said doubtfully, “Why is this kid so aggressive?”
“Who knows, but the opponent was quite impressive. The two of them made it to the final circle, and then he struck when the other was entangled by sothing strange, taking out everyone else. But that was just that one ti; after that, once he was spotted in other matches, he would be hunted down relentlessly.”
“Hmm, I understand now.”
Black Tech, looking at the other’s performance once again, felt that if there was an opportunity, he definitely needed to pull Qian Xiaohao over.
But for now, it was better to deal with the stronghold in front of him first.
Although Black Tech and Wang’s application of sugar was already decent, entering a base with unknown internal conditions recklessly was seeking death.
Instead, Black Tech signaled to Wang to keep quiet and continue waiting.
Soon, the surrounding fog grew denser, and the scenery around started to change.
Threads of red fog spread throughout the thick mist, and these strands of red beca thicker and thicker until they dyed the original fog into a blood-red hue akin to fresh blood.
Then, like an avalanche, the blood-red fog cascaded toward them. Through the bloody mist, a large number of humanoid silhouettes could be seen moving within it, making the blood fog appear even more terrifying.
The blood fog had arrived.
This was a feature of “Reincarnation Land.” Within the blood fog, a player’s rationality would plumt rapidly, and it was the kind that directly deducted from the upper limit.
This ant that even if players later restored so rationality through other ans, such as resting or using luxury items, they could only recover a part, but could never fully restore it.
Their view of the world would be permanently altered; flesh and bones would crawl over every object they ca in contact with, leading them to be forever lost in a whirlpool absent of sanity.
Players who were determined to go down the monster route thrived in this environnt, but such players usually didn’t live long. It wouldn’t be long before they were found by other monsters and killed.
As the blood fog enveloped them, the players responsible for the stealth watch breathed a sigh of relief.
They had completed their surveillance task, and what followed was a quick retreat to their stronghold, waiting for the blood fog to clear.
However, the underground sentry posts also had many things to be done, so precious minerals were hidden below, and now was an excellent ti to mine them.
The stealth watch stretched their bodies, and one of the players said, “Today’s task is finally done, let’s rest a bit after collecting the points.”
“Sure… uh…”
Turning his head, the scout was shocked to find his companion’s throat being tightly grasped, a white sugar sword protruding from his chest, rendering him speechless.
The real feeling of the ga scene caused the living scout’s scalp to tingle, his chest suddenly exploding, leaving him feeling as if his rationality was plumting.
To ambush at such a ti!
Are all Huaxia players so despicable?
In a panic, preparing to use the whistle, he had just tried to blow it as an alert when Wang crept up behind him and quickly slit his throat.
After briskly dealing with the two lookouts, Black Tech and Wang didn’t say much, but imdiately started rummaging through their items, taking all the useful resources, and then quickly sprang into action.
Though the two players were dead, they still had their own ways of communicating outside, and their actions had been exposed; they would have to be more cautious from then on.
However, Wang didn’t rush in imdiately but moved stealthily, hugging the blood mist.
This was an experience he gained from “Quiet Cultivation,” as well as a technique they had learned in the Multi-Dinsional Club. Moving along with the blood mist allowed them more vision and preparation ti, shifting the pressure to the opponents and putting them at a loss.
And just as Wang had anticipated.
The players inside the base had already anticipated they were being attacked, but the delayed assault left them feeling that sothing was amiss.
The blood mist had begun to spread above the base, yet the guards stationed outside the shacks failed to detect any signs of other players invading, leaving them clueless about where these people were coming from.
In the center of the base, a player listened to the information coming from the guards with confusion, unsure of what exactly the situation was.
This attack was peculiar; they didn’t know the purpose of the assailants or where they ca from; they could only guess from the attackers’ strange IDs that they were probably not players from Europe or Arica, but from East Asia.
However, in this server’s competition, players from East Asia had been frightened away; their current mission was just to search for any lone players and eliminate them.
Knowing neither the origins nor the purposes of their enemy, the leader was at a loss, listening to the information on the channel and wondering what these people were all about.
The only thing known was that there were only two of them.
Two people wanting to surround around twenty here seed sowhat naive.
As the leader was completely baffled, he felt a thumping noise coming from behind the wall.
Turning his head, he discovered the knocking growing louder and, after one particular strike, the wall shattered.
A huge hole abruptly appeared in front of everyone, like the gaping mouth of a ferocious beast greedily eying the people in the room.
One player imdiately reacted, firing several shots from his makeshift shotgun into the hole, and white sugar imdiately poured in like quicksand, quickly covering the floor.
Looking at the white sugar and recalling the three team mbers killed earlier, the leader suddenly realized sothing and shouted, “This is a misunderstanding!”
But by that point, there were no misunderstandings left, only slaughter.
The sugar lifted into the air and violently deford; the players on-site had virtually no chance to resist before being swept up by the sugar storm and smashed against the walls.
Having dealt with the enemy’s core, Wang finally breathed a sigh of relief, then reflected that his skills in treachery mastered in Multi-Dinsional had not waned; he was still the sa old Wang.
When he recorded “Who is the Champion,” the players in the Multi-Dinsional Club were much tougher than these.
Digging tunnels for surprise attacks was basic, airdrop strikes were the norm, and long-range attacks were essential.
If it weren’t for the purposes of entertainnt, those strears like himself would barely survive five minutes; they’d be taken out imdiately.
Back then, he just felt that those kids were reckless in their approach, fighting without any semblance of martial virtue.
But now it seed that the playstyles from back then were quite fortifying.
With the core of the base now gone, there was little to worry about regarding the resistance of other players, but Wang still moved around with his sugar, roaming about until the entire underground base fell silent.
anwhile, Black Tech glanced over the map hanging on the wall for a while, then opened a hidden door nearby.
As the door creaked open, the accumulated mass of sugar behind it revealed itself, looking like a mountain of snowy white sugar.
Seeing the expanse of what looked like snowflakes, Black Tech wore a satisfied smile.
His research could finally continue.
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