Chapter 87-2: The Three Great Demonic Sects (2) |
The view shifted several hundred meters away, where over a thousand players from various guild organizations were fiercely battling Black Tide Evil Entities controlled by the Evil Spirit Dinian.
At the same time, detailed information about this territory node surfaced in Qi Sheng’s mind.
[Territory Node: Devilfall Pit]
Territory Type: Resource Class
Territory Trait: Spiritual Proliferation (Level 2)
Trait Description: Continuously refines spirit ore resources.
Territory Status: Fearsome Black Tide (Occupied)
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Through analysis, it was clear this was a resource-class territory node similar to Shadowed Cavern.
This was why the major guilds had gathered here to launch a joint assault and attempt to seize control of this territory node.
At this moment, players had been locked in intense combat with the Black Tide Evil Entities for over ten minutes.
Facing the Black Tide controlled by Dinian, the players participating in this raid displayed remarkable bravery. Throughout the battle, voices constantly rang out in the regional voice channel as players coordinated the actions of each guild.
God King: “Don’t worry about casualties, keep pushing forward. We don’t have much time left. If Dinian sends Black Tide reinforcements from other areas, this operation will have failed. So stop worrying about losses, just keep advancing… Anyone with Thunderburst traits, get to the front! Switch to your Thunderburst Inherited Souls and roll toward the Corrosion Core! Use your bodies to clear the path!”
God King: “Brothers from the Dinner Gang and Divine Wings Guild, once Gale Guild members drop down, you take their place.”
God King: “Who the hell is that? I said, who brought this idiot in? One of our own activated a damn Inkflame Domain right nearby, I, XXXXX, remember his name for me! Admin, kick him out of the guild after this, I swear to XXXXX, if you don’t know how to follow orders, what are you even doing in this game? Learn to take commands! XXXXX!”
Vosnidia: “Dog God King, Black Tide reinforcements coming from the flank.”
God King: “I see them. Divine Wings Guild, hold the line for now. The rest of you keep pushing forward. If there’s a problem, guild leaders speak in the regional voice channel. Everyone else, mute your mics. Don’t interfere with command.”
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Standing at the center of the joint guild legion, God King clutched a bottle of mental recovery potion in his left hand, eyes tightly shut, his Owl-Headed Fiend perception mode fully activated, monitoring player positions and Black Tide movements in real-time.
Under his command, the players advanced in an orderly fashion.
However, the players’ overall combat discipline was still lacking, and occasional disruptions in coordination gave him constant headaches.
Whenever his patience wore thin, he would erupt in furious rants over the regional voice channel.
Even so, amidst his observations, some players impressed him.
At this moment, one particular squad made him inwardly exclaim, “Impressive!”
The squad leader was none other than Li Tie, leading the Veteran Squad at the frontlines with a performance that filled God King with excitement.
Though the entire team was outfitted with melee-type Inherited Souls, their combat discipline was extraordinarily high. Their seamless teamwork was nearly flawless, like a razor-sharp blade cutting open a path through the surging black mist.
What astounded God King even more was their highly efficient communication system.
When one member whistled, the others instantly understood which direction the Evil Entities were coming from and immediately shifted their formation to focus fire in that direction.
It seemed that the varying tones of the whistles indicated precise directional instructions.
Once God King saw the white-haired man leading the squad through his perception mode, he understood why.
This player was not unfamiliar to him.
Before obtaining qualification for Dark Land, he had been a player in Conquest, and often clashed with the Dinner Gang led by Li Siyu, acting as an opposing force within the same faction.
His impression of the Dinner Gang was always that of a guild formed by a bunch of rich brats.
But there was one exception, the player named ‘ron Forge,’ Li Tie, who had single-handedly dealt heavy blows to his guild numerous times during inter-guild battles.
God King had once tried offering a generous reward to recruit Iron Forge into his own guild, desperate for top-tier players.
But after countless private message attempts went unanswered, he eventually learned that this highly skilled player was actually the grandfather of the Dinner Gang Guild Leader. He abandoned his recruitment efforts afterward.
After all, blood ties could not be bought with money.
What he hadn’t expected was that upon meeting again, the Dinner Gang now had an entire group of combat players as capable as Iron Forge.
While feeling envious, he never lost focus on commanding, rapidly scanning the battlefield through his perception mode while periodically barking orders in the voice channel.
God King: “Gale Guild, your left flank is breaking off, get them back immediately!”
God King: “Dinner Gang mages, stop casting! Wait for my command to unleash fireballs together. We need to focus fire to blast open a breach for advancement. Random scattered spells are useless! The Black Tide will just fill the gaps instantly. Do you understand the meaning of concentrated fire?”
God King: “Dog Wings, rotate your guild brothers out for potions. Have the Stardust Guild rotate in… orderly retreat, no crowding, rotate squad by squad!”
As a professional-level war commander and heavy-spending veteran across numerous games, God King, despite his foul temper, maintained a commanding rhythm that even the guild leaders respected. This was why he had been chosen as the overall commander for this joint operation.
Under his direction, the allied army steadily advanced, now less than a hundred meters from the Corrosion Core.
Having sensed the players’ intent to seize this territory node, Dinian continued to send waves of black mist to join the battle, attempting to halt their advance.
As time passed, the battle grew increasingly fierce.
At a corner of the battlefield, in the private voice channel of the Kindergarten Squad, who had been invited to join this guild operation.
Drunken Milk: “Brothers, time to roll the dice. Bet or no bet?”
Iron Hammer: “Bet, of course! We’re already playing probability, might as well go all the way. We have to roll.”
Class Rep: “Let’s do it, let’s do it! May Emperor’s Sign bless me with a roll of 1000.”
Cute Baby: “Please, give me a high roll. I still haven’t gotten a high number so far. This probability is way too low.”
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After deciding, all 15 Kindergarten Squad players activated the Infinity Inherited Soul’s ability trait.
Instantly, spinning dice appeared in front of them, their complex symbols flashing as they rolled and then froze after a few seconds.
Class Rep: “Hahaha! 872 points, 8.7 times enhancement!”