Chapter 246-3: Choice of Faith, Cross-Boundary War (3) |
Most players had watched the God Temple Guild’s war videos.
Precise aggro pulling, extreme health-bar countering, perfectly timed Star Shift repositioning… under God King’s command, every move fit the team’s combat rhythm like a gear refined a thousand times.
Whenever a newbie chose the tank build, the first thing to do was look up guides on how to play tank.
Veteran players always recommended the God Temple Guild’s war videos.
The techniques of tank build players in ordinary teams were mostly learned from this group of top players.
These top tank players had long since carved the muscle memory of how to bear damage into their bones.
Inherited souls and equipment, these gaps could be chased through hunting.
But the tank awareness built by countless team wipes had to be forged in the cruelest wars.
If the competitive scene was the pinnacle of personal combat technique among the players, then the tank builds emerging from starter village hegemony wars were undoubtedly the pinnacle of war technique.
The starter village was the most brutal war furnace in the players’ eyes.
The terrifying Black Tide, the Battle Swarm, either force alone was a branch of a peak level force in Monster World.
Following the God Temple Guild’s tank build charge, other tank build players also transformed into battlefield bulls, surging toward the Super Beast Legion with an unstoppable momentum.
From high in the sky, on the ground, blood-colored and scarlet tides met at the center of the battlefield.
At the instant of collision, surging Vital Qi swept heaven and earth like a volcanic eruption.
The tank build players roared together. Their bare upper-body muscles bulged high, taut as iron, blue veins protruding as they pushed forward.
The super beasts’ sharp fangs and claws were like fragile paper before their solid flesh.
Facing pouncing super beasts, the tank build players used their chests as shields, legs sunk deep into the earth, and pushed forward.
The front line strength of the Super Beast Legion was rammed back again and again by the tank build players.
Even as wave after wave crashed against the tank build players, they could not break through in the slightest.
From above, bronze backs linked into a moving city wall, every muscle steaming under the blazing sun.
Claw marks from super beasts plowed sparks across their skin, like a dull blade scraped over a quenched steel ingot.
The Vital Qi within the tank build players roared through their meridians, drowning out the super beasts’ howls.
As the resistance to their advance increased, the front-row tank players arched their backs, pressed their palms against the massive bodies of the super beasts, and with their small figures pushed the battle line forward.
The Earth Devourers’ ramming was like slamming into viscous molten steel. The impact was resolved layer by layer by flowing muscle groups.
In the sky, the bone spurs and acid spat by the Wing Calamity swarm fell onto the tank build players. The bone spurs shattered into splinters and flew apart, and the corrosive liquid was steamed into purple smoke by the roaring Vital Qi, leaving not a trace of a wound.
This scene made the players watching via livestream outside the field call it exhilarating.
Every time the tank build players charged together, it was like a feast of flesh and steel, showcasing the ultimate aesthetics of violence.
No flashy combat techniques and no dazzling abilities, only the tyrannical might of pushing everything with the flesh.
On the battlefield, all players needed to dodge.
But Gargoyle build players had long deleted the word ‘dodge’ from their dictionaries. If death was ahead, then they would smash open death with their bodies to live on, or greet death to create opportunities for the brothers behind.
This was also why the tank build was regarded as the number one faith build by forum players, the only build that moved toward death to be reborn.
As the formation continued to push forward, every step the tank build players’ bare feet took nudged the battle line ahead.
The super beasts’ biting was futile. Sharp teeth cutting into bronze skin could never pierce the epidermis.
“Support regiment, light it up.”
At God King’s order, the pre-organized support members locked onto the tank build players in the same small groups and released the Bloodburn trait.
Streams of blood-colored light coiled around the tank build players.
At once, the tank build players’ veins bulged on their skin. It was as if magma surged beneath their flesh. Under the catalysis of Bloodburn, their muscles rapidly swelled.
Their backs rose with muscle blocks like granite. The forearm muscle fibers twisted into rebar-like bundles, and even their fingernails flushed into a dark red from engorgement.
This was also why the God Temple Guild’s tank regiment members were unwilling to wear clothing.
Rather than rely on fragile armament armor, they preferred to use pure flesh to forge an indestructible bulwark.
The defensive portion provided by armed vehicles’ Armament Modules was only needed by spell-type players. Tank build players might as well use their bodies to clash head-on with all kinds of damage output.
Under Bloodburn’s blessing, their muscles expanded dramatically and could easily pop Armament Modules.
With low roars, a rain of elements rose from outside the city like a meteor shower, smashing into the Super Beast Legion, and the foremost tank build players simultaneously unleashed their power.
At one corner of the main battle line.
Bang.
Muscle met carapace with a sound like metal colliding.
The Earth Devourers’ drilling jaws could tear alloy, yet under the tank build players’ heavy punches they let out unbearable cries.
The sizes of their bodies were entirely disproportionate.
More than ten meters long, the Earth Devourers were like buildings, while the tank build players were tiny as ants.
Even so, the players still held an absolute advantage in combat.
The muscles of the players’ arms pumped like hydraulic presses, punching again and again. The Earth Devourers’ carapaces burst under the heavy blows, and their fetid body fluids sprayed from the fractures, only to be evaporated into purple smoke by the heat waves of Vital Qi spilling from the players before they hit the ground.
At the very front of the main battle line, more than 3,000 tank build players of the God Temple Guild turned into a scarlet flood. Imitating the Anti-Tide Legion’s battle formation mode, they rammed into the Super Beast Legion.
Muscle resonance, Vital Qi resonance, every step shook the ground.
The super beasts’ sharp claws tore at them, not leaving even a single white mark.
A young figure at the front raised his head, letting the Wing Calamity’s acid rain pour over his face. His pupils still burned with battle will beneath the corrosive wash, and the corners of his mouth curled into a ferocious arc.
Just then, he suddenly raised his hand. Five fingers clamped like steel tongs around the head of a pouncing Shadow Wolf.
His body was knocked half a meter back. After he steadied himself, the power he had long stored within him erupted.
Accumulation activated. His right fist, wrapped in terrifying force, blasted out.
“Die.”
Boom.
The Shadow Wolf instantly turned to powder and vanished, with even flesh remnants evaporated in a moment.
The bodies of top tank build players could store an extremely huge amount of power. Accumulation was also, at this stage of small-scale battles, the highest-burst damage output method.
In theory, as long as the flesh could bear enough force, Accumulation could even allow a player to one-shot a deity.
But this was only in theory. Players obviously did not have bodies strong enough to bear such power.
Time ticked by, hours of high-intensity clashes.
The battlefield became a life-grinding machine, with players or super beast warriors dying every minute and every second.
During this period, the End Behemoth was undoubtedly the focus of the battlefield.
Only the End Behemoth possessed terrifying power that absolutely crushed players, running rampant across the battlefield. Except for tank build players, the rest could not withstand even a single strike.
But players in war mode feared no death, throwing themselves forward in waves at the End Behemoth.
In a state of amnesia, the player clearly did not realize he had already offended many in the God Temple Guild and was still slaughtering wantonly.
The bone blade in his hand became a Soul Burying Scythe. After discovering that killing combat units capable of hardening their skin was laborious, he decisively flew toward the players’ rear, intending to imitate previous offensives and seek a breakthrough among the rear damage output units.
After landing, nearby melee players could hardly withstand a single blow against the End Behemoth, and swathes of players were reaped.
The End Behemoth’s advance was like splitting bamboo.
Seeing this, God King instead revealed a smile.
“Do you really think you’re the Black Tide, just walking right in like this?”