dognovel Chapter 417 The Rules of the Martial World: One-on-One Duels
Chapter 417 The Rules of the Martial World: One-on-One Duels
Below, the players who had eliminated the scouts did not stop.
"There's still fog ahead! There must be a big monster inside!"
"Hurry up and push! Don't keep the wandering god waiting!"
"Mage group! Use area-of-effect spells to wipe out the enemy! Don't let any monster escape!"
The players were completely bloodthirsty.
For these creatures known as the "Fourth Calamity," as long as they have health bars, they'll kill even gods.
The system now clearly tells them that killing monsters will bring massive rewards, which is more effective than giving them a shot of adrenaline.
A large number of players flooded into the gray fog.
Wherever it goes, not a blade of grass grows.
A trap hidden in the fog? The rogue player stepped right into it, relying on the priest's group heal to tank the damage.
A monster camp lurking in the mist? Before the monsters even spawned, dozens of berserkers wiped out the camp with a whirlwind attack.
Chen You stood on the disc, watching the fog on the sand table below being pushed forward at an extremely unreasonable speed.
What should have been a real-time strategy map full of strategic maneuvering and gameplay was turned into a hack-and-slash game by these players.
"This money was well spent," Chen You said, leaning against the edge of the disc with satisfaction.
at this time.
Deepest part of the sand table, at the heart of the mist.
A massive white bone castle, radiating a dim light, stands on the desolate land.
On the throne in the castle sat a death knight clad in heavy black armor and wielding a giant scythe.
He is the final boss guarding this "Trial of Virtue," the ancient lord Tarreras.
According to the trial rules, he will gradually send out stronger troops based on the trial participants' progress, putting the trial participants under the most brutal pressure.
Until the trial-taker collapses in despair or grows stronger through adversity.
Tariras slowly opened his eyes, a crimson light flickering in his eye sockets.
"The first reconnaissance team has lost contact." His hoarse voice echoed in the empty hall.
"It seems that this trial participant is quite capable."
Tarras stood up and walked to the strategic sand table in the main hall.
According to procedure, he should now send out a second wave of troops—one hundred ghouls and two meat grinders—to increase the intensity of the trial participant who is struggling to build defensive fortifications.
He raised his hand, ready to give instructions.
Suddenly, the bluestone floor of the main hall began to shake violently.
Boom! Boom!
A muffled explosion came from outside the castle, accompanied by chaotic shouts of battle.
"What's going on?" Tarellas turned his head sharply to look at the castle's tightly closed steel gates.
"Report—!" A blood-soaked gargoyle stumbled into the hall and crashed heavily to the ground. "My lord! Something terrible has happened!"
"What's the panic!" Tarellas snapped.
"The Trialers' forces are attacking? What kind of troops are they deploying? Archers or knights? How many of them are there?"
The gargoyle trembled as it raised its head, its voice filled with extreme fear.
"I...I don't know what kind of soldiers they are! They're wearing skirts, carrying greatswords, dancing and casting spells! And their numbers...they're everywhere!"
"What?" Tariras was stunned.
Before he could react, an extremely arrogant roar came from outside the castle.
"Listen up, you inside! You're surrounded! Hand over your equipment and experience, and we'll leave you with a complete corpse!"
Immediately following was a roar from hundreds upon hundreds of people in unison: "For Boss Chen You! For contribution points! Tear down this dilapidated house!"
boom!
The steel gate of the Bone Castle, which was said to be able to withstand the breath of dragons, was blasted open with a large hole in it during a burst of colorful magic.
Through the large hole, Tarras witnessed the most absurd scene of his long undead life.
A half-orc wearing a puffy skirt was carrying an unidentified sphere and crashing it into the city wall in an extremely bizarre manner.
With a shout of "Iron Mountain Lean!", cracks appeared in the sturdy city wall.
Behind the orc, thousands of bizarre creatures stared at him with bloodshot eyes, like wolves and tigers.
That look in his eyes was as if he were looking at a moving mountain of gold.
For the first time, Tarellas's hand, gripping the scythe, trembled.
Is this supposed to be a trial participant?
This looks like bandits have invaded the village!
In mid-air, Chen You looked at the battle points that were jumping wildly on the control panel and casually clicked on the gold exclamation mark that was flashing at the top of the panel.
[WARNING: In accordance with the ancient covenant of virtue, the ancient lord Tarelas has initiated the final ritual!]
The underlying system protocol is currently undergoing revisions...
Chen You narrowed his eyes, looking at the huge void rift that suddenly tore open above the white bone castle deep in the mist.
A terrifying pressure, far exceeding the current dungeon level, is slowly descending from the crack.
In front of the Bone Castle, the players who were originally in a frenzy of fighting suddenly stopped, and the system panel was flashing red [Forced Suppression] prompts.
Their movement speed plummeted by 90% instantly, and their skill bars turned completely gray.
Tarras threw away the giant scythe, knelt on one knee, and the crimson soul fire in his eye sockets trembled violently.
From the crack, a giant foot covered in dark gold scales stepped out.
Immediately afterwards, a colossal body, over ten zhang tall and with six tattered black wings on its back, slowly descended.
He had no face; his face was only a constantly spinning nebula vortex. His right hand held a giant sword burning with a ghastly green flame, and his left hand held a scale.
[Augustus, Arbiter of the Abyss (Avatar of Rules)]
【grade:???】
[Status: Absolutely Invincible (Under Protocol Protection)]
Chen You stood on the disc in mid-air, glanced at the attribute panel above the other person's head, and raised his eyebrows.
Calling for backup when you can't win? And invincible health? Are you a sore loser?
"Trialists." Augustus's voice didn't travel through the air; it exploded directly in everyone's minds.
"You have disrupted the balance of the ancient covenant by using unknown and disordered Familias."
He raised the scales in his left hand, and the tilted tray burst forth with dazzling golden light.
Boom!
The earth below was violently torn apart.
The wasteland in front of the Bone Castle was forcibly reshaped, and a circular arena with a diameter of over a kilometer rose from the ground.
A transparent energy barrier rose up around them, separating the three thousand players and Chen You from the stands, leaving only the empty black stone ground in the center of the arena.
"Given the unusual number of your followers, the trial has been moved to the 'Divine Judgment' phase."
Augustus hovered above the arena, his voice cold, "Summoning mode activated."
Best of five.
"Each side sends one general into the arena for each round, with no regard for life or death."
Augustus looked down at Chen You, his nebulous vortex radiating a condescending disdain.
In his view, this one-on-one rule that eliminates the human wave tactic is enough to drive this opportunistic challenger to despair.
Those ants dressed in strange clothes, once separated from the group, are nothing more than lambs to the slaughter in front of the trial generals.