Chapter 628 The Last Hunt
Solan City, Desert Church.
After watching the number of favored live broadcast rooms drop from 100,000 to less than 1,000, Richard slowly closed the forum.
With an inexplicable expression, he stood up and came to the window, looked up at the sky covered by the Pegasus Knight, and did not move for a long time.
The cruelty of this war did not exceed his expectations, but in the eyes of other players, it was too cruel.
Obtaining the favor of the world's will does not mean having a future, but it is the beginning of despair.
That is authority! As long as you can get it, you can control the power of the gods. Who can resist this temptation?
Although players carry the future, who knows what the new era will be like?
Compared with the illusory future, the power that can be controlled now is obviously more tempting!
Having said that, even if they know that there will be an infinite future and brightness after the beginning of the new era, the indigenous people who want to seize power will not be soft-hearted.
No one can resist the temptation of authority, no one!
As the only hope, there are still three to four billion viewers watching in Richard's live broadcast room.
The audience does not know what Richard is thinking and can only follow his perspective and accompany him, staring at the sky through the window.
After everyone's fate became one, news began to circulate. Where Richard was and what he was encountering were summarized by players at all times.
The City of Twilight is under attack by the demon army, and Solan City is not doing much better.
The undead's skull-sea tactics almost caused this giant city, which was known as the Desert of Death, to collapse.
If the Goddess of Light and the God of the Sun hadn't sent priests from their own sects to assist, and restrained their instincts to hinder the advancement of the undead, this city would have become the territory of the undead at this moment.
The audience in the live broadcast room looked at Richard without moving for a long time, and their mood was inexplicably complicated.
No one thought that their fate would one day depend on each other.
If the opening of the new era fails, the Lord of Divine Grace will be liquidated by the gods. They cannot bear the consequences of failure.
The barrages started to get thicker.
"The whole northwest of Shanxi is in chaos. Why has Qingqiu stayed here and not left?"
"His territory has been attacked by demons. How he can be so leisurely is beyond comprehension."
"Isn't there a post saying that Solan City is being attacked by the undead? Isn't Mr. Richard trapped in Solan City?"
Most of the audience looked at Richard with a calm expression and were a little unable to understand.
Why is the City of Twilight being attacked with such intensity by the devil's army, and the city may be broken at any time, yet he is still enjoying himself, without any feeling of anxiety
It seemed that the storm that plunged the whole world into chaos could not affect the figure shrouded in yellow sand.
Time continues to pass.
On January 11th, half of the 10-day period was over, and the number of surviving patrons dropped to just over 100 on this day.
Players' pessimism further spread.
The system prompt is clearly hanging on the notification bar, and even the most arrogant person cannot ignore the suffocating pressure.
No one wants to die.
Especially when the other favored ones faced the aboriginal army and were unable to resist despite all their efforts, the panic in their hearts increased.
Many people have put all their hopes on Richard.
Although there are still about a hundred or so people, most of those favored ones are not from powerful territories, but are in remote areas and have not been discovered yet.
But who can be sure that these people will never be discovered?
Also on the same day, under intense pressure, many posts warning Richard appeared on the forum.
"Boss Qingqiu must see it. I just got the news that the fish-man god has sneaked into Solan City!"
"Urgent report!! The seven surviving gods of the swamp god system have already set off for the Desert of Death, targeting the boss of Qingqiu!"
"Who can contact Boss Qingqiu? Tell him quickly, the God of Assassins is issuing a hunting order to his followers! Boss Qingqiu's name tops the list!"
These warning posts further heightened the atmosphere on the forum, and everyone could clearly feel that a storm was approaching.
No one can survive this crisis alone.
What makes the players even more anxious is that the players in Solan City have spread the news that for some reason, Richard has been alone in the desert church without contact with any players.
Their warning information cannot be transmitted to the other party through normal means.
Even if many people wanted to pass on the news of seeking an audience through the guards, they were all ruthlessly rejected.
This made the already condensed atmosphere suffocating, and everyone watched helplessly as the situation gradually slid into the abyss.
I was so anxious that I wanted to open Richard's head to see what he was thinking.
Fortunately, on the afternoon of the 11th, a piece of news made players feel as if they had grasped a life-saving straw and became excited.
The El Players Association issued a call for players to go to the El plane to support the Twilight City and fight against the demons together.
This is not the key, the key is that the summoning order was issued by Richard himself!
At a time when people were panicking, this summons that would normally make players sneer at them calmed them down.
This shows that the situation is not out of control and Qingqiu knows what is happening in the outside world!
At this moment, a large number of players began to go to the El Plane through the teleportation array that had not yet been destroyed, or sent their heroes and troops to support.
Although there are many people who are reluctant to go because they are taking chances or are afraid of death, there are also a large number of players who have hot blood in their chests and are unwilling to sit and wait for death!
Even if you fail in the end and die on the battlefield, you don't want to sit at home and wait for others to pronounce your fate. It's ten thousand times better to die in battle than to die at home as a coward! !
After more than ten days of war, the army of hell had almost exhausted the power of the Twilight City. A hundred meters of the ← west and ↑ north city walls had been destroyed by magic.
These two city walls have gone from an offensive and defensive battle to a bloody fight of naked and hand-to-hand combat.
Bayer, the demigod-level devil lord in charge, has seen the dawn of victory.
But just as the city was crumbling, the situation changed again. Countless new forces poured out from the space gate in the center of the Twilight City.
Although the level and potential of these armies are average, the defense line that was about to collapse due to their fierce posture and exaggerated numbers has been stabilized again.
The offensive of the devil's army encountered obstacles again.
Bayer looked at this scene and the flames of hell burning on his body almost exploded a hundred meters high.
His face became extremely ugly.
Countless times, he had the thought of leading his army to charge in and completely destroy the city, but the looming aura of evil destroyed the courage in his chest, and he could only stand far enough away from the City of Twilight. Silence.
On the 12th, there are still 4 days left before the deadline.
The emotions of the audience in the live broadcast room fluctuated again.
Because today, only 35 of the 100,000 favored ones remain.
That’s right, 35 people!
At this time, there are still 4 days before the deadline!
Normally, 4 days would fly by in the blink of an eye, but in the context of this moment, every second feels like a century, and 4 days is too long.
Especially when those favored persons killed by aborigines or gods were the presidents of large guilds and top players, it made many players feel powerless.
The most elite force among them seemed so small and weak when facing the aboriginal forces.
According to the current situation, it is almost impossible to rely on these 35 people to survive these days.
Players who placed their hopes on Richard also felt great fear as more and more warning messages informed them that gods had entered Solan City.
Qingqiu can still deal with one or two gods, but if the number rises to double digits? Or maybe more?
As other players are strangled, the eyes of all the gods will finally focus on Richard.
How can he stop it then?
As long as Richard is killed, the rule of the gods can continue again and everything will continue as before.
The gods, those with vested interests in gaining the power of the favored ones at this moment, the high-ranking nobles who had huge power before, the forces that rely on sects to survive, and even some forces that are unwilling to change the status quo, will all participate.
Not everyone hopes for the arrival of a new era. New things mean uncertainty and change. The ruling class is the class most afraid of change.
The players are worried, and the gods who have sneaked into Solan City also have the same sentiment at this moment.
After tasting the supreme authority, no one is willing to lose their power and become a pitiful thing whose destiny is wantonly controlled by others.
All the gods are secretly observing every move of the favored ones. Although they cannot watch the live broadcast, players can always find spies who betray their own camp.
Whether through inducement, coercion or force, some players, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, have become the eyes of gods or major forces, watching every move of the favored ones for them.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for the 100,000 players to be wiped out so quickly until only a few dozen are left, and the harm caused by traitors would be endless.
But the desert church seemed to be isolated by nature, and the gods could not find out the specific situation inside. They could only roughly sense Richard's aura.
As the 10-day deadline approaches, undercurrents around the desert church begin to surge.
Believers who come to worship and pray can clearly feel that something is wrong in the atmosphere, but due to perspective problems, they cannot delve deeper and can only pray more devoutly to their beliefs.
On January 12th, there are only three days left, and there are only 9 live broadcast rooms left.
Players went from being excited at the beginning, to worry, to despair, and now, they have become suffocated.
The feeling of psychological oppression is getting worse day by day.
With every second that passes, the pressure gets further and further away from the finish line, which cannot be described in words.
It feels like watching the countdown of your life.
The only thing that keeps them from giving up now is Twilight City that is still holding on!
Although the demon's offensive is still violent and crazy, the City of Twilight is like a nail nailed into the earth.
No matter how it attacks, it cannot be shaken.
But this crazy offensive caused large areas of damage to the four walls of Twilight City. The city has entered a stage of naked combat.
Changes may occur at any time.
Once the territory falls, those who deserve to be favored will automatically lose their qualifications.
Nothing can happen to the favored person or the territory.
The rigid rules of the system prevent players from exploiting loopholes and can only resist head-on.
In the live broadcast room, many viewers were about to collapse looking at Richard who was still in the desert church without making any moves.
"Brother Qingqiu, what's going on? Are you still not going out? Dozens of gods have entered Solan City!! Something big is going to happen to this!"
"I can't understand Qingqiu's thoughts at all now. He said he knew nothing about the outside world. He also knew how to issue summons orders and said he knew the situation was critical. Yet he didn't react at all to the arrival of the gods. What on earth did he do? What do you want to do? ”
"There are only the last three days. Mr. Qingqiu, please go out and hide. Run to the plane of El. You can run anywhere. Staying with a group of gods makes me feel numb just thinking about it. ! ”
Players' reaction reached its peak at noon on the 12th, when five undead kings entered Solan City together.
Instead of sneaking in, the Undead King flew openly from the sky into Solan City on a bone dragon, and finally landed on the square in front of the Desert Church.
The unscrupulous appearance, coupled with the undead army still attacking outside the city, cast a heavy gloom on everyone's mind.
Something bad is happening!
The news was introduced to the forum and after being confirmed by many parties, it immediately caused an uproar.
Richard's live broadcast room was completely covered by dense barrage.
"Who the hell can contact Boss Qingqiu and ask him to run away!! My legs are so weak now and I don't want to die!!"
"What should I do? There are so many gods?! Is it possible that Boss Qingqiu's territory can withstand the devil's attack, but he himself has to be damaged outside? No!"
"I can't imagine how this situation can be broken! I know that the gods who have entered Solan City include the swamp god, the ocean god, the elf god, and the dwarf god. There are 23 gods in total.
"In addition, the God of the Sun, the Goddess of Light, the Evil God of the Abyss, the Devil Lord of Hell, and now five more undead kings have come. In this kind of situation, unless the God of Creation comes, who can stop it? Fuck!”
After analysis of the barrage, the mood of the audience became more and more pessimistic.
Qingqiu is strong and perverted, but you have to compare with whom!
Compared with them, the opponent is naturally invincible. Even if the opponent is a certain god, they have enough confidence in him!
But this time, all the gods of "Glory Era" are here and they are still playing g8! !
Not to mention surviving these three days, if all these gods take action, even surviving three hours would be considered a miracle.
Even the most optimistic player fell into silence when faced with this situation. Looking at the figure in the live broadcast room who was still looking up at the sky, shrouded in yellow sand, he didn't know what to say.
Anyone facing this situation, or even any god facing this situation, has no solution.
It seems normal for the other party to lose, but it seems nonsense to win.
That’s it, is that the end?
Silence, lamentation, lamentation, despair. Countless emotions flow in the players' hearts, but hope is missing.
Richard didn't know the ups and downs of the player's emotions at this moment. After the Undead King unabashedly rode the bone dragon and landed outside the desert church, he slowly turned around and stared at the five people exuding deathly silence through the wall. Lord of the Undead.
Under the puzzled gaze of the audience in the live broadcast room, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his dark and deep eyes showed an expression that was difficult for outsiders to understand.
Like a hunter hiding in the dark, he sees his prey who is still looking forward to it.
After waiting for so long, finally enough is enough. (End of chapter)