The Tower of Trials plane.
The prophecy is true, the end of the world is really coming.
The Lancer looked up at the sky outside the Trial Tower. Nine days ago, a deep blue ball of light appeared in the sky of the Trial Tower. It looked like both the sun and a meteorite about to fall.
But the light ball moved very slowly. At first it was as small as a sesame seed, and it was impossible to see it clearly without looking carefully.
Today, the deep blue ball of light was so big that it occupied half of the sky of the Trial Tower.
The Lancer took out a monocular telescope and could see the city reflected in the ball of light. This was not a meteorite, nor the sun, but another world.
A desolate world is gradually approaching the plane of the Tower of Trial, and the moment this desolate world touches the plane of the Tower of Trial, the predicted doomsday will come.
"Sir, what are they doing?"
The Lancer's adjutant asked the Lancer. He had just been transferred to the Trial Tower plane to garrison today.
In order to share the Trial Tower, the four empires have a written rule that no military forces may guard the Trial Tower. This tower is a common treasure for all people in the indigenous world.
However, the prophecy of doomsday forced the Kingdom of Flowing Water to break this agreement and deploy thousands of elite soldiers outside the Trial Tower in advance.
The Lancer's adjutant had come with the soldiers from the Kingdom of Flowing Water, and what the adjutant was asking about were the Holy Spirits who were running and jumping outside the Trial Tower in the distance.
"Take a photo." The Lancer said a word that the adjutant couldn't understand. "They are taking a group photo."
"group photo?"
"It is to record this image. When our king travels, doesn't he ask the court painter to paint the amazing scenery he encounters? This group of holy spirits is doing the same thing."
The Lancer glanced at a group of Holy Spirits in the distance who were taking a group photo.
When the azure "world-destroying plane" appeared high in the sky above the Trial Tower, the Holy Spirits were also very surprised.
But their surprise was not like that of the Lancer and his soldiers. The Lancer's soldiers were afraid of the unknown. The fusion of one plane alone was beyond their imagination.
In addition, the prophecy of the impending doomsday made the soldiers panic, but the surprise of the Holy Spirits...
"It really is a preview of the new version of the game. The analysis on the forum is correct."
"Did you take a screenshot for me? I guess this kind of spectacular view won't be seen anymore after the version is updated."
“It’s already being filmed!”
"Anyone want a dance battle?"
The Lancer listened to the commotion of the Holy Spirits in the distance. After spending nine days with them, he had gradually gotten used to the way of thinking of these saviors.
Their surprise could be better described as surprise. This group of holy spirits were looking forward to the end of the world, and even looking forward to it eagerly.
At this moment, a large number of soldiers from the Dark Flame Kingdom suddenly appeared on the other side of the Flowing Water Kingdom's position.
"Tourism? Kylemo! I believe in your country's doomsday prophecies, but can these saviors who seem to have escaped from a circus really be trusted?"
A burly man came to the side of the Lancer. He was General Atlan, who led the soldiers of the Dark Flame Kingdom. The Dark Flame Kingdom had also been observing the changes in the Trial Tower during this period.
But this was the first time they led soldiers to station at the Dark Flame Tower.
"Circus, that's a very appropriate description." The Lancer nodded in agreement.
The area where the goblin merchant in the Tower of Trials is located has become a gathering place for high-level Holy Spirit players. After completing the dungeon, some players ran to the goblin merchant to sing and dance.
It is singing and dancing in the truest sense. Jiang Qiao has optimized the dance system of the Holy Spirit. Now there are actually a few Holy Spirit players who are determined to collect all the dance moves in the Holy Spirit.
So in the eyes of these natives, a group of strange people wearing horse heads, bear heads, and pixel heads were dancing around a weak, helpless and pitiful goblin merchant. It looked like some kind of tribal sacrifice ceremony.
"Are they really reliable?" General Atlan heard from the Kingdom of Flowing Water that this group of holy spirits are the key to saving the world.
"I can't judge their reliability, but as for their fighting ability, I suggest that Lord Atlan go to that arena and fight a few rounds with the Holy Spirits." The Lancer pointed to the arena that had been built before.
"Really? It just so happens that there is nothing to do during the garrison." General Atlan seemed eager to try, ready to go over and test the strength of the group of holy spirits himself.
"Oh! By the way... a small piece of advice is that when you go into the ring, remember to tell those Holy Spirits 'not to use high-level skills'." The Lancer kindly told him the experience he had gained from nine days of fighting in the ring.
During the nine days, the Holy Spirit players fighting against the Lancer gradually increased from level 30 to level 50. The increase in the level of the Holy Spirit made the Lancer's battle a little more difficult, but after figuring out the skills of those Holy Spirits, the Lancer was still able to kill some rookies in seconds.
But the prerequisite is that the range of these rookies' level 45 skills is not that large.
"High-level skills?" General Atlan didn't understand what the Lancer was talking about.
"Each of those holy spirits possesses one to three very powerful spells. Once released, the arena will be destroyed, so this skill should be prohibited in the competition." Lancer said, "For example..."
Just as the Lancer was thinking about what example to give, a panicked shout suddenly came from the ring nearby.
"Get out of the way! I pressed the wrong button!"
"This...this is different from what I said before!"
When the Lancer turned around and looked at the arena, he found that his knight was fighting against a player whose profession was Berserker.
The sword in the Berserker's hand instantly solidified into red blood crystals. He suddenly jumped up from mid-air and poured the blood and energy in his body onto the ground.
Most of the players that the Lancer has fought against are Berserker players, so the Lancer is very familiar with this move, and not only is he very familiar with it, he also knows how to dodge it.
The problem is that the elite soldier under the Lancer doesn't know.
The bloody giant sword in the berserker's hand suddenly cracked the ground, and the elite soldier fell to the ground as the ground shook. Then a large amount of hot blood gushed out from the cracks in the ground, swallowing the elite soldier like magma.
"Carry it away! Next one!"
The Lancer only heard the loud shout of a pharmacist in charge of treatment below the ring.
They would not truly die if they died in the Trial Tower plane, but their bodies in the native plane would suffer a severe mental trauma, and the tower spirit's healing ability helped them avoid this pain.
"Would you like to go up and give it a try, General Atlan?" the Lancer said, making a gesture of invitation.
Marshal Atlan looked at the elite soldier who was carried down on a stretcher. When he was carried down, he was still shouting, "Despicable Holy Spirit! You said you wouldn't use advanced skills! Ah... I'm still bleeding."
Not only the Lancers, but also the elites of the Flowing Water Country have fought with the Holy Spirits nearly a thousand times, and many of them have even become very familiar with the Holy Spirits.
Now it is the turn of the Dark Flame Nation to challenge these holy spirits.
"Let's focus on resisting the doomsday crisis. I can sense that the upcoming enemy is very dangerous." General Atlan would never do such a thing... which would undermine morale.
(End of this chapter)