Chapter 246-1: Choice of Faith, Cross-Boundary War (1) |
[Little Mage, just you wait. After playing Monster World for over half a year, you’re the first to tilt me.]
Poster: She Speaks With a Childish Tone.
Content:
It was too tragic, really too tragic. I must come to the forum to vent my miserable experience.
I have always been a lone wolf player in other games, preferring to explore game content on my own.
Monster World’s difficulty is too high, so I thought about forming a friends-and-family group, and I was lucky to find a very loving small group.
The feeling of pioneering together was truly wonderful. We have group photos in all five major scenes, and everyone shares sacrificial power. Whoever lacks it uses it first.
(Attached are group photos from each scene.)
With this test instance open, our small group naturally had to stick a foot in, decisively stocking potions and setting out.
Those of us lucky enough to keep our lives prepared to strengthen ourselves in the small world.
But the descent location was only ruins. The brothers who entered early had already picked everything clean and were nowhere to be found.
Don’t even talk about leftovers. The ground of the ruined city had been dug up. There wasn’t even a mouthful of soup left (dirt poor slamming table.jpg).
There was no way around it. We could only change locations.
We asked the brothers in the regional channel and learned they had found a city with slightly stronger defenses that needed other players’ support.
So we set out decisively. It was time to make a fortune (Explorer motivational emoji.jpg).
But when we arrived at the city the brothers in the regional channel mentioned, what did we see? Another scene already swept clean (scene screenshot).
Aside from ruins, still ruins. There was nothing at all.
Just when we were extremely disappointed and ready to explore on our own, surprise suddenly arrived (underline this).
There was a reminder in the regional channel that an airdropped resource pack had arrived.
We were so excited that we decisively mounted our vehicles and flew up to see what the resource pack was.
What we saw was the mighty assault of natives from another world.
At that moment, tears welled in my eyes. I thought I was finally going to get rich.
But… when I say but, it proves a twist has appeared. The reality was nothing like what the regional brothers said.
They claimed again and again that the natives in the small world instance were so weak they would shatter with a touch.
So why was it that when it was our turn, the force we encountered was the strongest war legion of the small world, and our defensive line was pierced the moment we made contact?
Even worse, our friends-and-family group was targeted by the End Behemoth.
Our captain was flattened by a single punch. It was too tragic. Here’s a screenshot I secretly took in the gap (flattened captain.jpg).
Then, unsurprisingly, we were also crushed to death by the End Behemoth. Before we could have any fun, we were sent a free return-to-village ticket and our joyful experience in the small world ended (gnashing teeth).
At this point, the tragedy should have ended, until we started talking about the cause of death.
Here are two screenshots: death log record and End Behemoth analysis.
[End Behemoth (Player)]
Hunt Level: Level 103.
Target Analysis: End Behemoth under player control, one of the eight king class super beasts of the Etherbreath World, controlled by the player Little Mage.
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This is the reason we tilted.
Being killed by natives can only be called inferior skill. Even if unwilling, we accept it.
But when we learned we were backstabbed by our own fellow townsman, I hated it so much. Why did you have to do this?
We had no grudge. Why backstab us?
Besides complaining, this post is also to tell the player named Little Mage that our feud is formed from this moment.
I don’t care what hidden storyline quest you have. Our friends-and-family group has unanimously decided that we will kill you on sight in the future. Just you wait.
This hatred will be endless (Explorer angrily rolling.jpg).
Comments:
Crayon Shin-chan: What do you mean endless hatred? I’m just asking, if I give you one hundred thousand sacrificial power, is there still a grudge? Can this favor make you call me stepdad? All grievances come from insufficient finances. Sacrificial power can solve everything, including your real-life problems. It’s said that beings from the upper realm can even use sacrificial power for life-extension surgery. Omnipotent sacrificial power (wry smile.jpg)
Li Huoxing: Fortunately we went in a different direction and didn’t run into this player who defected to the enemy camp. This guy must have activated a hidden quest. I feel like he can gain rewards by killing players, so he’s looking everywhere for players to kill, similar to how early on the Lord of Welfare gave Ecstasy players tasks that included killing players. It’s just that his behavior is indeed immoral. He doesn’t even greet his own brothers before killing, huh. I suggest blocking the village gate to kill him, make him kowtow and admit fault before letting him out.
All Things Have Spirit: Same experience as you. I was also killed by a heavy punch from this beast. Killing fellow townsmen without even a greeting, cold-blooded and heartless. I’m furious. Count me in for the hunt.
Braised Chicken Is Really Delicious: Hunt Level 103. Ordinary players are literally one-punch each in front of him, practically a little overlord in the small world instance. What’s more, he’s got a brain. If he can’t beat you, he runs. Who has the ability to punish him? We can only wait for him to return to the village and block the gate. Many functions must be used in the village. I don’t believe he won’t return in this lifetime. When the time comes, we’ll put up a bounty board on the forum. All of you who were killed chip in together. Claim a reward for each kill. Kill him until he is in despair and regret.
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While forum players were hotly debating this ‘traitor’ who backstabbed his fellow townsmen.
At this time, in the Etherbreath World, on the ruins of a shattered city, Blood King stood with five war priests at the top of a high building.
Their gazes crossed the collapsed structures and cast toward the distance.
At the edge of the sky, darkness crawled in silence, swallowing the earth like a viscous tide.
When the last ray of afterglow was completely devoured, night rose from the horizon and closed slowly like a rotting giant mouth.
Shadows draped over the city, climbed the mottled walls, and wiped away the outline of the ruins bit by bit.
Only the hoarse wail of the wind remained in their ears. It swept past the nose with the smell of blood, and the city beneath their feet sank completely into darkness, leaving not a trace of light.
The war had ended, but a new war was about to begin.
He had once led the Blood Pool Legion in many cross-boundary campaigns, but this was Blood King’s first time fighting in the home world.
Underfoot was also a city in ruins, yet it brought an entirely different feeling.
Gazing into the horizon already shrouded in darkness, Blood King murmured softly.
“In my memories there are countless fragments in which I likewise stood at the top of a city overlooking its ruins, and what rose in my heart was pride and delight.”
“The scenes are similar, yet the feelings are completely different.”
Hearing Blood King’s whisper, the war priests standing behind him felt the same.
How could they not be the same?
In similar scenes, what churned within was no longer the joy of conquest, but a strange dull pain.
Those otherworldly cities they once trampled to pieces had now become the reflection of their homeland.
In the past, ruins were the witness of their glory. Broken city walls were the measure of their merit. Scorched earth was the imprint of victory.
They greatly enjoyed the dead silence when enemy cities fell, as if the whole world trembled under their feet.
“Throne, this opponent is very strong. From initial contact we can judge that the average strength of their combat units is above ours.”
Blood King inclined his head slightly, his gaze still locked on that darkness.
“This time we are no longer lofty conquerors, but guardians fighting for our home and survival. This feeling… is so heavy.”
With that, Blood King raised his right hand, and a mass of ink-colored flame rose at his fingertips.
He clenched his fist, and the flame went out.