Chapter 153-2: Immortals Clash, Players Open Chests (2) |
From the initial exchanges it could be seen that the Ascension race holds an absolute advantage in combat power.
But under the Written Word scene, the world’s rules can be modified at any time. Even from an absolute disadvantage, all kinds of comebacks against the odds can be staged. Core characters all have the protagonist’s halo of fighting above their level, bursting with growth during battle.
At this time, a player in the regional voice channel asked in confusion.
“Brothers, I do not understand one thing. Since Written Word the old eunuch has sufficient Power of Ink reserves to enhance the strength of the protagonist and other characters, why choose to enhance during the battle instead of first raising combat power and then fighting the Ascension race? Is this necessary?”
This question was answered on the spot by a player.
“Dummy, Written Word the old eunuch has clearly researched how to write a good book. The setting of gaining growth during battle can heighten the story’s tension, create suspense for the story, and strengthen emotional impact, thereby stirring readers’ emotions. Once you understand that the core of his storytelling is disseminating reading, you can understand why he foreshadowed the Ascension race’s invasion in advance and let characters grow during battle.”
“If I am not mistaken, the protagonist in the story should possess a golden finger similar to battle growth, with foreshadowing laid in advance, and only then is Power of Ink injected. Otherwise the story would undoubtedly feel abrupt. Secondly, having more stockpiled Power of Ink also allows him to revise the plot in response when unforeseen emergencies arise beyond expectations.”
Regarding the abilities and settings of Written Word the old eunuch, players launched into heated discussion.
Eating melons is fun for a moment; keep eating melons and it stays fun.
This is also the sixth being, or force, to receive an honorary nickname from the players.
While watching the battle, players did not forget the core purpose of this trip.
As more and more players arrived, some began to advance toward the main battle line, attempting to secretly land a last hit.
This method is entirely feasible according to Guide’s description.
Between players, ownership of rewards after a monster is killed is determined by calculating damage numbers.
But between players and external beings there is no ownership issue.
As long as you hit the target with an Inherited soul ability, you can establish a trait connection with the other party.
When the other party is killed by another lifeform and its life-stabilizing structure collapses, as long as the target is within the absorption range of Guide’s clone, it can absorb the other party’s life energy and convert it into evolution points and sacrificial power as feedback to the player.
This means they can completely leap N levels to kill powerful lifeforms by means of stealing the last hit.
Therefore, in players’ eyes, wars between powerful races are a treasure vault of resources. As long as you have the guts, a single wave to sudden wealth is not impossible.
But getting close to the main battlefield is extremely difficult.
The players’ average combat power level is too low. Before they even get close, they will be torn apart by the surging elemental torrent or by suddenly erupting razor-sharp sword qi.
Discovering they could not approach the main battlefield, players changed strategy and craned their necks, hoping for treasure chests to come to them.
At this moment the players were very much like the farmer waiting by a tree stump, staring eagerly for a weakened rabbit to deliver itself to the door.
As time passed, players gradually unfolded a ring of encirclement within the mist, occasionally sticking their heads out of the mist to observe the course of the war.
Some players even set up drifting raft stalls outside the scene’s mist, selling freshly made varieties of Spiritual Food.
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Southwest of the battlefield, 12 kilometers out.
A multi-person vehicle warship was sailing on the sea, carrying a fixed team composed of 13 players.
The gale howled wantonly over the sea, whipping the cartoon-bear-printed sail so that it snapped and fluttered.
The players on the ship were watching the great battle between the Ascension race and the cultivators via livestream.
“When I have money I must buy a multi-person flying vehicle. This crappy boat sails too slowly and delays me getting rich.” The burly man standing on the deck spoke at this moment.
A small marker hovered above his head. He was the captain of this player squad.
“I noticed it too. Last time the Lord of Welfare’s shop opened, the fast ones ate meat first, and those who went late could only pick up the leftovers. So investing sacrificial power in a fast-moving vehicle is very necessary. As the future worldview expands, the importance of fast-moving vehicles will continue to rise.”
“Agreed. Looking back, that strategy post of Darkness Approaches was indeed ahead of its time. He predicted early that speed equals profit. Other squads with higher speed reached the battlefield long ago. If this were a resource grab, by the time we arrive we would not even get a sip of soup. The beasts who arrived early would have already looted everything.”
“Stop complaining. Having a boat is not bad. Those players crossing the sea on self-made rafts or traveling by swimming are the truly miserable ones. I saw in the regional voice channel a newbie actually plans to swim over to watch. I fear he will be eaten by fish on the way.”
While watching the livestream, the squad chatted idly in the voice channel, inwardly longing for the chance to get rich once they reached the battlefield.
Just then, a wind-splitting howl came from the sky.
The players looked up in shock to see an afterimage rushing in from afar at high speed.
“Crap, captain, dodge, it is coming right at us!”
Faces turned pale across the squad. The captain decisively used his consciousness to steer the warship to change course.
The power of the vehicle-ship was immediately set to maximum.
The figure rushing from the sky was extremely fast, coming straight at them.
Boom.
With a thunderous bang, the figure smashed into the sea just a few meters from the ship’s side.
In an instant, the seawater exploded as if ignited by dynamite, surging open to form a water wall tens of meters high. White spray crashed toward the ship like a collapsing mountain, flooding the deck in an instant.
The hull was violently shoved to one side by the immense impact. The sail stretched taut in the gale, as if it could rip at any moment. Some custom decorations placed on the deck slid due to the tilt, skittering across the planks.
“Peh peh peh, I swallowed a mouthful of seawater. What the heck ambushed us.”
“Fortunately my eyes were quick and my hands quicker and I hugged the mast, or I would have been launched a dozen meters.”
Just then, the Challenger Notification sounded in the team chat channel.
[Challenger Notification: Due to external damage, Armed Vehicle durability decreased by 32.54%. Remaining durability percentage: 67.46%.]
The sudden attack left the players on the ship dumbfounded. When the swaying hull gradually steadied, they came to the ship’s rail and looked toward the still-churning sea.
“What was that thing, did you see clearly?” a player in the team asked, bewildered.
“It was flying too fast. I could only see it seemed like a humanoid. We were almost hit by it. Fish it up and make it pay.”
At this moment the captain looked to Guide clone hovering beside him.
“Brother Guide, did you see clearly what it was?”
[Written Word cultivator, flew out from the battlefield.]
As Guide clone spoke, he pointed forward, and at once a light-screen image appeared ahead.
In the image, several Ascension race members with Earth Spiritual Root urged earth-element energy to generate a khaki energy warhammer. They pushed together, slamming it hard toward the ‘Written Word – cultivator.’
Under the impact of this powerful force, the battle armor on the Written Word cultivator shattered inch by inch. He coughed blood from his mouth, his body shooting out of the scene like a fired cannon shell. Once outside the scene, his life activity instantly froze, and he continued to streak into the distance.
The squad players who had been complaining immediately jumped overboard into the water after seeing the playback.
“We are rich, we are rich. We were just complaining about moving too slowly, and who knew the opportunity would come right away.”
“Hahaha, this is what the forum often calls a fortuitous chance. When the chance comes, it is hard not to get rich.”
“What use is speed. Good luck is the key to getting rich. When I have more Star Vein slots later, I must embed an Inherited soul that adds a luck attribute.”
The squad members all spoke up in the voice channel, unusually excited.
After searching beneath the sea surface, they found the Written Word cultivator’s body still sinking continuously. Several people worked together to drag it onto the vehicle.
Analysis ability activated, and relevant information surfaced in the players’ minds.
[Written Word – Body Tempering Cultivator]
Hunt Level: 89 (near-death, severely wounded)
Target Analysis: A warrior of the cultivation system created by the Written Word scene. Already separated from the Written Word scene. Without Power of Ink infusion, life activity is frozen and it cannot move freely.
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After reading the analysis, the squad players cheered.
But one question lay before them.
Should they use a control Inherited soul to capture it and generate a carry-along good buddy, or kill it to obtain evolution points and sacrificial power.
The squad captain initiated a vote in the voice channel.
The final result was 8 votes for control and 5 votes for kill.