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- Although DreamCorp's announcement caused a stir, as the company that develops and operates the game, they do have the right to do so.
No matter how many people outside express their dissatisfaction about not being able to see the final, they cannot change this established result.
Two and a half days passed in a hurry, as if in the blink of an eyethe day of the finals has arrived.
November 18th, evening, 11:40.
As midnight approaches, the number of online players in Thriller Park has broken records, reaching the highest peak since the launch of the game.
Basically, everyone who has created a game account in Thriller Paradise went into the game cabin early tonight and set the login time for sleep mode. There are even many people who work the night shift who even take time off to log in to the game tonight, just because the S2 final is a game without replay
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At the same moment, Dream Company Headquarters, Chairman¡¯s Office.
Three men in black suits were standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, each holding a goblet and leisurely looking at the night view of S City below.
The wine glasses in their hands contained a red, sweet and somewhat viscous liquid.
¡°Whatever that is¡it¡¯s definitely not red wine.
"Heheheit's about to begin" Woody said with a lewd smile.
Vincent, who was standing on his left, calmly continued: "The plan made by the parliament although it is not very sophisticated, it is indeed unscrupulous"
"Teacher." Sid on the other side continued Vincent's words, "Why do I think they can only make such big moves because they can't make clever moves"
"Heh don't put it so bluntly." Vincent smiled.
"Hehehehe" Woody also added in a malicious tone, "Maybe the Scorched Earth Council is not very smart in some aspects, but their authority and position are still reliable."
Vincent shrugged and turned to glance at Woody: "The prerequisite for reliability is to have the absolute right to speak in terms of strength."
"Hehe Speaking of power" At this time, Woody seemed to remember something, "That guy Doma was resurrected in the main universe not long ago, right?"
"Oh that immortal god." Sid continued, "I have already observed it. Frankly speaking it is pitifully weak now." He shook his head, "It is the same as it was more than half a century ago. Compared with when he appeared in our universe, today's Doma his strength has degraded at least half. Even in a plane full of energy like the main universe, he cannot return to his peak strength."
"Huh expected." Vincent smiled. "Doma's soul was severely damaged by the Original Water Divine Sword and was on the verge of disappearing. It was not easy for it to leave a ray of divine consciousness and escape into other planes Over the years, it has neither the support of the True God Magic Cube nor the support of the Magic Cube. He has no power of faith, and he was sealed in a low-magic zone like Tutu Star If he could really return to his original strength, that would be abnormal."
"Hehehehe" Woody heard this and laughed again, "But, judging from the combat power of all the forces in Ragnarok this time, if Doma participates, he will definitely become a competent stirrup. Shit stick"
Just before he finished speaking, another person appeared in the office.
Vincent Woody Sid also turned his head at this moment and looked at the figure.
"Why is it that every time I teleport near you, as long as you are talking, the first words that enter my ears are probably some kind of vulgar language?" Simon looked at his three old friends and complained to them. Said hello.
"Hehehehe" Woody did not answer the question, because it was not a problem. He smiled and said, "Mr. Referee, you must be very busy tonight. Why do you have time to come to our side?"
"I'm here to inform you of something." Simon replied.
"Oh?" Vincent was very perceptive and immediately answered, "Could it be that the council has some bad ideas?"
"I won't comment on whether it's bad or not. But it's good news for you." Simon continued, "The council said that tonight, punters can enter the main universe to watch the game." He paused for half a second. The conversation changed and he said, "Butyou must not interfere."
"Eh?" Sid said blankly, "Mr. Simon, for such an important matterwere you not notified until now?"
¡°It¡¯s just that we have to notify them shortly before the game, so that some guys don¡¯t¡¡± Simon said, giving Vincent and Woody a cold look. "make some bad calculations in advance."
"cut¡¡"
"Hey hey"
The two men turned their faces away respectively, showing reactions of disdain and guilt.
"I know, no matter what when you heard what I just said, you have already started to make plans." Simon said, "So let me remind you" His arrogant expression became solemn, "Considering that the referee will have a heavy workload tonight, the parliament sent me some helpers."
"Some?" Vincent's first reaction was to test the number of people.
"Help?" Woody wanted to ask where the other person came from.
"They are all Titans. I cannot disclose the number of people." Simon naturally understood what they meant, and he replied calmly, "At this moment, they, like me are conveying the news to the bettors."
"A group of Titans actually dispatched" Vincent said thoughtfully, "This is interesting."
"Hehehe So" Woody smiled evilly, "No one can mess around anymore"
"Just because of your pretentious attitude, I will personally come to take care of you soon." Simon continued.
"Ah~ don't be so tense." Sid looked at the three seniors, spread his hands and said, "It's just a matter of one minute."
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November 19th, zero o'clock, game world.
The four teams that successfully reached the finals: Hell Frontline Loser Alliance Order Warring States, all have their members present and ready to go.
Due to the restrictions of DreamCorp, during the finals of Apex Contest S2, except for the competition mode, all other scenario modes of the server will be closed, so at this time, except for the twenty members of the four teams, no one Can be arranged.
In other wordsall the other players are now concentrated in the landing space conference room or shopping mall. Waiting to watch the live broadcast.
At the moment the clock struck midnight, the players from the four teams turned into white light at the same time and entered the final queue.
I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s because only this group of queues is loading in the entire server, but the loading speed this time is extremely fast. In almost an instant, all loading instructions were displayed.
¡°Then¡the opening CG of the script appeared in front of the contestants and on various live broadcast screens in the game space.
??Lingyun Miaomiao Jiukui Lin
The devil is coming in the rain of blood
Temporal causality between the palms of hands
Who is the judge of good and evil in all worlds?
In the pitch-black scene, the first thing that sounded was the four lines of the setting poem.
Some players with good memories still remember that in the finals of Peak Contest S1. It also starts with these four sentences.
But, next
The spiritual changes in the deep abyss are rising
At this point in the narration, the scene suddenly appeared.
The black and white shots kept switching, focusing on the corpses.
That is not an ordinary corpse, but the corpse of the Nine Chiefs of the Undead
Most of the nine NPCs who appeared in S1 are now dead or injured, and a few are still missing.
And beside those corpses, stood a figure
??At first glance, it appears to be a human woman. She is slender in a white dress and has waist-length hair hanging down behind her. But if you look carefullyyou can find something abnormal about her. That is there is no flesh on the nose and cheeks on both sides, as if a piece of the middle section of the face has been cut off, and the bones of the nose and face are exposed.
Fighting demons and destroying ghosts and ghosts
A few seconds later, the narrator read the second sentence.
This time, a piece of scorched earth appeared in the picture; under the dark sky, there were hills of sulfur and rivers of blood, and mountains of corpses and seas of bones.
And in that hellish landscape, a demonic figure entangled in black air is walking towards the camera.
The time sequence of the four realms is completely shattered
The third line of the poem followed, and the screen switched again.
This time, the camera focused on a dilapidated courtroom.
There is no one in this courtroom. And it seemed that it had just experienced an earthquake with a magnitude of over seven The ground was full of rubble and rubble, and it was a mess.
On the wall on one side of the courtroom, there was a very eye-catching huge clock At this moment, the clock face was broken; the hour and minute hands both stayed in the direction of twelve o'clock.
The gods fell to pieces at dusk
A moment later. The last line of the setting poem came.
Immediately afterwards, ?The surface turned dark again
"what happened?"
"Heywhat happens next?"
¡°Where¡¯s the game screen?¡±
People think that after the cg is finished playing, they can start watching the game.
Butafter a full minute, both the touch screen in the mall's large screen login space and the screen in the conference roomwere still in a black screen state, and the voice of the game commentator did not sound for a long time.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
One minute later. Along with a burst of noise that seemed to be radio interference, a face appeared on the live broadcast screen.
"Hello, humans." The owner of that face, who looked to be in his forties, was a Caucasian male. He had neat sideburns and fair cheeks, and was wearing a tall top hat and tie. "First time. Meet me, my lord Link is a derivative."
Link introduced himself politely, and then continued to use this gentle tone to say very scary lines: "Perhaps you will find the request I am making next a bit abrupt, but I still have to say" He After a slight pause for half a second, he continued, "Pleasedie here."
As the words faded, sudden changes occurred.
Just before the players figured out what the situation was, cracks appeared on the dome of the game exchange, the mall space.
This is not an individual phenomenon that occurs in "a certain" mirror space, but occurs in all areas of all phase layers at the same time.
Audiences who were gathering in front of the big screens in various mall spaces to watch the gameall discovered this sudden change immediately.
Originally they were very surprised not to see the live broadcast of the game, but what is happening now is completely beyond their understanding and imagination
"How can it be?"
"Am I rightthe game space actually collapsed?"
"Hey what is that?"
"Somethingsomething came down from the crack"
Some players with better eyesight have already seen in the jagged data cracks on the torn dome, there is a dense group of strange shadows pouring out
They were a group of tall anthropomorphic creatures. Their bodies were covered with a purple and black leather shell. Their heads seemed to be alien arc-shaped, and their necks were very long; their torsos were strong, their forearms were narrow and their hind legs were curved like animals. Feet, and in addition they also have a pair of huge fly wings as thin as cicada wings on their backs.
Alert, the game space has been invaded by derived data.
The offline disconnection protection mechanism cannot operate normally.
The emergency plan is activated, and the system limit of all players is adjusted to 30
Please stay away from threats under the protection of the guard robot and take action with your own safety as your top priority. To be continued - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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