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Chapter 354. Monster Abuse (1)

After the first maintenance, the inter-city teleportation circle within the United Holy Kingdom was opened to all players. This made the players gather particularly quickly. In less than a day, at least 30,000 players above level 30 had gathered in Mephisto.

However, because of their reputation, they could only squeeze into the Gospel Area of the Holy City, which was the so-called welfare area, believer protection area, safe area, and so on.

The slums of Mephisto.

The city was surrounded on three sides by tall, white walls. There were guards with guns walking to and from the walls, looking at them with vigilance.

By right, the church should not be so cold to players with the title of God's chosen one. After all, their arrival in this world was arranged and received by the church.

However, the current Holy See was the former number one Paladin, Brent. He came from a military family, so he was naturally much more rigorous in his work.

Mephisto's guards were divided into levels 20-50, and those in the Holy Spirit District rivaled that of the Sunfire Guards.

However, there weren't that many of them, and they were all panicking because of Laurentia. The players looked like level 30-40 monsters, but they fought like level 50 fearless monsters. If these 30,000 players revolted and attacked the city, Mephisto would be destroyed from the inside out.

After all, this was the Fourth Calamity!

Brent wasn't like Fredrick. He couldn't shout at the players and chase them out if they caused any trouble, so he had to prepare for the worst.

Even if this seemed unreasonable.

However, in this way, it gave Sumeru a domineering entrance.

With a clang, the gate of the Holy Statue Area slowly closed.

Accompanied by the ethereal sound of mass, Sumeru and the elites of "Mandela" rode out slowly in red and white armor, instantly showing off.

All of a sudden, the 30,000 onlookers' jealousy overflowed.

Damn it, why isn't the person riding on the big horse me?

Sumeru was not a person who was obsessed with this kind of presence. He just showed off for a moment and immediately took this opportunity to form a party.

Then, he shouted, " Ravesland's exploration team, Mandela will lead. The profits will be evenly distributed. Interested parties will join the team!!"

With the help of the sound amplification skill of Arcanists, Sumeru's words echoed throughout the entire Gospel Area.

The players didn't seem to expect the benefits to come so quickly. They were stunned for a second and then rushed in without a word.

In less than a minute, the 300 hundred-man teams that Sumeru had prepared in advance were all filled up.

A great sense of satisfaction filled Sumeru's heart. He felt that even his hands were shaking.

"Even a pig can fly if the wind is strong enough," he muttered.

Then, he waved his hand.

"Let's go!"

…

"What a big commotion."

Char looked at the pictures in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.

This was suggested by Huangfu Shou. The guy actually played 007 on Sumeru's team and planted a lot of troublemakers inside. He even planned to make things worse with the slightest trouble. Unfortunately, he didn't get the chance to do so.

In addition, the thousand or so people stationed in Philin Town had all arrived a day ago. However, they did not take the sinkhole route. Instead, Queen Isillian had personally opened a one-way teleportation gate, and Char had used Mia's pendant as a guide to let this group of people arrive.

This pendant was made by Fredrick. Back then, little Mia had used this pendant to reach Andaheim and farmed her way to level 50.

The energy stored in the pendant was limited. The teleportation gate that had been maintained for so long had run out of energy and caused irreversible damage. It could only be used as a memento in the future.

What a pity.

He wondered how she was doing in Arendelle.

He felt a gaze on him the moment his thoughts drifted. No, there were two gazes, one from the left and one from the right.

Eh?

No, why did it become three?

On his right was Rosswealth, on his left was Apple Pie, and in front of him was Nelwin, who was talking.

The two on his left and right obviously understood what he meant by stroking the pendant in his hand, and their eyes were filled with playfulness. On the other hand, Nelwin noticed that something wasn't right. She looked over curiously while talking to herself.

Knock, knock.

She knocked on the table.

"Hey, are you listening!"

"Ah, here."

"The leader is right!" Char said vaguely.

The first thing they did after landing was to express their admiration for the developing new city. Nelwin was very dissatisfied with Char's decision to leave all the work to Sharon and took over the responsibility, instantly becoming the busiest and most powerful person in all of Ravesland.

Char could tell that this woman had probably been a class monitor since she was a child. Her strong personality was swift and decisive, and acted like a big sister. No wonder her little brother had such a soft personality, at least on the surface.

In fact, Ninja Blade was also a smart person. He was soft on the outside but strong on the inside. Otherwise, the siblings would not get along so well.

Nelwin raised her eyebrows, "What did I say?! Are you even listening!! You have to be clear! It's 30,000 players! Even if they are a motley crew, they can clean up the monsters in the ruins by piling up their corpses. Why don't you have any sense of crisis?"

But they really couldn't clean up the place...

However, Char did not want to dampen her enthusiasm, so he said sincerely, "You're right, but to be honest, if Sumeru really sent over 30,000 F2a players, then this matter would be over. I'm afraid he'll disband the team in advance and let them fight on their own. You understand what I mean, right?"

"What?"

The people present were all dumbfounded, obviously unable to keep up with his thoughts.

"It's very simple. I'm afraid you don't know how troublesome it is to control 30,000 people. Let me say something simple. You've tried to gather 25 people to enter an instance before, right? Some went to the toilet in the middle of the fight, some were called to change their children's diapers, some were dragged away from the internet cafe by their parents, and some had a sudden power outage. If there were more people, there would be more things to do, and there would be more variables, which would make it more troublesome to control.

"It's like a person holding a forty-meter long knife to trim the eyebrows of someone in the distance. Wouldn't the head be cut off first? This precision was too difficult to control.

"If they really rely on numbers to fight their way up, there will definitely be a large number of players sent to the resurrection point in the new city. By then. it will be our problem to split and digest them. It's like a 40 meter long knife that will break one meter when it hits a rock, another meter when it hits a tree, and only when it's 1.5 meters long will it be easy to use. This will be a long and arduous process. When that time comes, our weapons will be more than 1.5 meters long. Do you understand?"

Nelwin was completely confused, but thanks to Ninja Blade's private chat, she finally understood what Char meant.

Even if it was a motley crew, they would not be defeated in one blow because there was still a nominal team, and most players would fight to the death for a while.

And their goal was to get people, so they were naturally happy to see the players fight to the death, rather than dispersing as soon as they encountered a little trouble.

If Sumeru insisted on not disbanding, it would be a big help to Char. If he did not take the initiative to manage this group of players and disband, it would be a big problem...

After all, it was human nature to retreat when faced with difficulties.

But how could he be so sure that the monsters in the ruins could stop so many people?

"Then we'll just wait?" Nelwin asked with a frown.

"We'll wait. And I don't think that Sumeru is that simple," Char said with certainty.

Although Nelwin wanted to refute, she didn't have enough confidence, so she could only sit down.

Char heaved a sigh of relief as well, because the two pairs of eyes beside him had finally disappeared.

…

Char's guess was right, Sumeru had noticed something was wrong when they arrived at the River of Rites.

As the leader, he had been counting the number of resurrection points in the vicinity. However, when he arrived, he found that the nearest resurrection point was set near the church's courier station, which was a day's journey away from here. Other than that, there was only the mass grave where the crows rested.

Players would definitely lose a level if they resurrected in the mass grave. No one was willing to do that, which made Sumeru very uneasy.

What if there was a resurrection point underground?

When he asked the Priest NPC why there were no resurrection points nearby, the Priest only shook his head and could not give him a reason.

Of course, he couldn't say anything. Even Brent couldn't explain this.

The reason was simple. The players 'resurrection' itself was 'the destruction of the physical body and then the reconstruction'. The location of the resurrection was naturally related to authority. After Messiah recovered part of the authority from the two Holy Spirits, the battle between Char and the Holy Spirits became a game of pissing and snatching territory.

The area around the River of Rites, including the ruins below, was all occupied by Char, and the resurrection point was set in the new city, so it was very safe.

Although he didn't find a result, Sumeru still made the best choice.

Scattered!

It wasn't a forced disbandment, but rather a peaceful disbandment with a kind face that said "my mission is complete. Next, please form your own team and do as you please".

He didn't say anything about the distribution of benefits in advance.

In fact, this was a tacit agreement between both sides. The seven days of walking were long and difficult, and everyone was uncomfortable. Moreover, passerby players were just using each other, not cooperating. After arriving at the River of Rites, four to five thousand of the 30,000 players immediately left. Most of them were used to traveling alone or in small circles, and just wanted to hitch a ride.

It was difficult for an individual to detect the direction of a group, but once they did, they would definitely panic and those who didn't want to leave would start to think.

Sumeru took the opportunity to make use of this opportunity. The big group, which already had some wavering hearts, immediately parted peacefully and dispersed with laughter. Everyone formed their own teams and rushed to jump down from the sinkhole, moving towards the Golden Kingdom in their hearts.

Most of the members of Mandela and Sumeru stayed where they were and did not move. Only a small number of them, who acted as his eyes and ears, jumped down.

"Guild leader, aren't we going down?" someone asked, puzzled.

"No rush."

He shook his head.

He had a feeling that things weren't that simple.

What if...

Where are these man-eating monsters?

...

"It's finally settled."

As his feet landed on solid ground, Fawn couldn't help but mutter to himself. Then, he immediately shut up, activated stealth, and blended into the darkness.

This guy was a web novel writer. He always went online late at night, so he didn't make many friends and always played alone.

However, it was also because of this that his skills in survival and escape had reached the pinnacle. When the late-night game group chat talked about him, they had to call him a Western war journalist.

This guy didn't have much combat power, but he always liked to run to dangerous places. He was obviously playing games and slacking off, but he still used the beautiful excuse of 'paying respects to the senior and collecting materials for the novel'. This time, he snuck back in.

Fawn had only taken a few steps when he heard a scream above his head. He cursed to himself and immediately used 'Phase Movement', which was the Joker version of "Shadow Phase ", to get into a small crack he had just touched and look out from inside.

A man and a woman descended from the sky with gaudy light effects. The man was mighty and domineering, and the woman was petite and cute. She was being carried in the arms of the man and screaming loudly as if they were bungee jumping.

Upon seeing this, the man deliberately said fiercely, ""Hahahahaha, don't shout, little lady. No one can save you here! If you scream again, I'm going to stuff your mouth with something!"

"Hahahaha, this cold joke of yours is too silly…"

The woman was instantly amused. She punched his chest with her small fists, flashing with the red light of Fighter's weakness attack. The light effect armor on the male player was instantly shattered.

She was still smiling!

The man was also laughing!

Motherf*cker, are you all crazy?!

Seeing the two of them flirting, Fawn cursed in his heart.

"I'm so jealous…"

However, even though he was envious, he could still smell the strong scent of assassination in the air.

"It's coming."

He had this premonition.

Swoosh

A low sound of wind blew past, and before the man and woman in front of him could finish their second "hahaha", they turned into two white lights and disappeared. In the darkness, two red dots floated like will-o-wisps, and carefully observed Fawn's position for a few seconds.

The latter immediately stopped moving and nervously hugged each other.

He looked flustered, but in fact, his brain was spinning fast. He was already thinking about how to dodge the attack.

"If I remember correctly ... Is this the 'Dark Night Swift'?"

A pitch-black Nightstalker with a wolf's body, monkey's tail, and a bat's face. When it closes its eyes, it can blend into the air in an environment of absolute darkness. It's comparable to the Dark Elves in terms of talent, and it can move around as fast as the wind. Although it's only a level 35 monster, its instantaneous explosive power is no less than a level 40 monster. Its only weakness is that its defense is too low and it's extremely afraid of light.

Fawn was holding a small bamboo cage with a Flash Scale Butterfly in his hand. As long as he threw this thing out and waved his knife, it would become a silent flash bomb!

"Gah ... Gah ..."

The owner of the red dot let out a disappointed cry and left.

"This cry is equivalent to one losing a fish after it is hooked. In other words, this thing has really discovered me, but it can't find me," Fawn heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, his vigilance was a habit, just like how he had to sit on the toilet every morning and scoff at his book friends who had replied to him with some kind of thread. It had long been integrated into his blood, otherwise, he might have been discovered.

After five minutes, he emerged from the darkness. Just as he was about to chase in the direction of the Dark Night Swift, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew behind his head!

Terrible!

He didn't have time to react before he turned into a white light.

Dark Night Swift returned with a pair of red eyes that glowed with a demonic light, just like the dark-robed magic puppet's ruby eyes.

It was obvious that this was student Zin'rokh's doing!

"It's really interesting doing a backstab!"

Zin'rokh happily flipped through the 'player strategy guide' that Char had given him and controlled the Dark Night Swift to leave.

However, less than a minute after he left, the white light that had dissipated gathered again. Fawn, who could not have been more dead, got up from the ground, holding a broken shield pendant in his hand.

"Damn, it's good that I'm smart! I knew you were going to scheme against me!"

The thing in his hand was a Fake Death Medal, which he had obtained from a mission related to a Master Hunter in the Red Earth Grassland. It was similar to a substitute doll, but it only took effect for three seconds, which meant that if one did not die within three seconds of using it, it would be a waste. It had to be said that this guy was really good at surviving.

That wasn't all. After the Dark Night Swift left, he took out a bug cage and shook it hard. A fluorescent guide bug floated out of it and chased after the smell.

"I'm definitely going to be a reporter!"

He followed the insect from a distance and followed closely.