Although Dream Company's announcement caused an uproar, as the development and operation company of the game, they really have the right to do so. om
No matter how many people in the outside world express their dissatisfaction with not being able to see the final, they cannot change the established result.
Two and a half days passed in a hurry, and it seemed that it was only a blink of an eye... The day of the finals came.
November 18th, at 11:40 p.m.
As midnight approached, the number of online players in Horror Paradise broke records, reaching the highest peak since the game was launched.
Basically, everyone who created a game account in Thriller Paradise lay down in the game cabin early tonight, and set the login time for sleep mode. There are even many people who work on the night shift and do not hesitate to ask for leave to log in to the game tonight, just because the final of S2 is a game without replay...
...
At the same moment, the headquarters of Dream Company, the chairman's office.
Three men in black suits were standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, each holding a goblet, leisurely looking at the night view of S City below them.
The wine glasses in their hands contained a red, fishy-sweet, and somewhat viscous liquid.
Whatever that is... definitely not red wine.
"Hey hey... this is about to start..." Woody read with a wry smile.
Vincent, who was standing on his left, continued calmly, "The 'Parliament' has done... Although it is not very precise, it is indeed unscrupulous..."
"Teacher." Sid on the other side continued Vincent's words, "Why do I think... they can only make such a big move because they can't make a clever trick..."
"Oh...don't be so blunt." Vincent smiled.
"Hey hey..." Woody also continued in a tone full of malice, "Perhaps the Scorched Earth Council is not very smart in some aspects, but their authority and position are still reliable."
Vincent shrugged, turned his head and glanced at Woody, "The reliable premise is that you have the absolute right to speak in terms of 'power'."
"Hey... Speaking of power..." At this moment, Woody seemed to think of something, "That guy 'Dorma'...was resurrected in the 'Main Universe' not long ago, right?"
"Oh... the 'God of Immortality'." Sid continued, "I have already observed it, and frankly... it is so weak now." He shook his head, "It is the same as it was more than half a century ago. Compared to when he appeared in our universe, the current Doma... His strength has degenerated by at least half. Even in the 'main universe', a plane full of energy, he can't recover to his peak strength."
"Hmph... as expected." Vincent laughed. "Dorma's primordial spirit was severely injured by the original water sword and was on the verge of disappearing. It is not easy for it to leave a ray of consciousness to escape to other planes... Over the years, it has neither the support of the 'True God Rubik's Cube' nor He has obtained any 'power of faith', and was sealed in a 'low magic' area like Tutu Star... If he can really return to his original strength, then it will be abnormal."
"Hey hey..." Woody laughed again when he heard the words, "However, in terms of the combat power of the various forces in the 'Twilight of the Gods' this time, if Doma participates in it, he will definitely become a competent shit stick..."
Before he finished speaking, another person appeared in the office.
Vincent, Woody, and Sid also turned their heads at the same moment and looked at the figure.
"Why every time I teleport near you, as long as you are talking. The first sentence that enters my ear is probably some kind of vulgar language?" Simon looked at his three old friends and complained to them Say hello.
"Hey hey..." Woody didn't answer this question, because it's not a big problem, he continued with a smile, "Master referee, you should be very busy tonight, why come to our side when you have time?"
"I'm here to inform you of something." Simon replied.
"Oh?" Vincent was very sensitive, and immediately continued, "Could it be...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, "But... there is absolutely no way to interfere."
"Eh?" Sid was stunned, "Mr. Simon, such an important matter... did you not inform me until now?"
"Just to notify shortly before the game, lest some guys..." Simon said, casting a cold glance at Vincent and Woody. "...do some bad calculations ahead of time."
"cut… "
"hey-hey… "
Those two turned their faces away respectively, showing three-point disdain and seven-point guilty reactions.
"I know, no matter what... When you heard what I just said, you have already started to calculate." Simon said, "So let me remind you..." His haughty expression became serious, "Consider The referee will have a lot of work tonight, and the council sent me some helpers."
"Some?" Vincent's first reaction was to test the number of people.
"Helper?" Woody wanted to ask the other party what his background was.
"They're all Titans, and I can't disclose the number." Simon naturally understood what they meant, and he replied calmly, "At this very moment, they, like me... are conveying the news to all punters."
"A group of Titans were actually dispatched..." Vincent said thoughtfully, "...that's interesting."
"Hey hey... So..." Woody said with a sly smile, "No one can mess around..."
"Just for the attitude of the two of you, I will take care of you personally and specially in a while." Simon continued.
"Ah~ You don't need to 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 have successfully reached the finals, Hell Front, Wastewood Alliance, Order, and Warring States, are all fully equipped and ready to go.
Due to the restrictions of the dream company, during the finals of the peak battle s2, except for the competition mode, all other script modes of the server will be closed, so... at this time, except for the 20 players of the four teams, no one can row this.
In other words... all the other players are now concentrated in the login space, conference room or mall. Waiting to watch live.
The moment the clock struck midnight, the players of 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 whole server, but the loading speed this time is extremely fast. Almost in an instant, all the loading instructions were displayed.
Then... the title c of the script appeared in front of the contestants, as well as on the various live screens in the game space.
Ling Yun Mi Ai Jiu Kui Lin
Blood Rain Xiaoxiao Demon Head Comes
Timing causality in the palm of your hand
Who will judge the good and evil in all worlds
In the pitch-black picture, the four lines of the finale poem sounded first.
Some players with good memories still remember that in the finals of the peak battle s1. It also starts with these four sentences.
However, next...
Underworld Spirit Changes
At this point in the narration, the screen suddenly appeared.
The black-and-white camera switches constantly, and freezes on the corpses.
That is not an ordinary corpse, but the corpse of Necromancer Jiukui...
Most of the nine PCs who played in S1 have been killed or injured, and a few are still missing.
And beside those corpses, stood a figure...
At first glance, it appeared to be a human female. She was slender in a white dress, with waist-length hair hanging down her back. But if you look closely... you can find an abnormality on her body. That is... the nose and cheeks on both sides have no flesh, as if the middle section of the face has been cut off, and the bones of the nose and face are exposed.
Fighting Demons, Breaking the Void, Ghosts and Gods
A few seconds later, the narrator read a second sentence.
This time, a piece of scorched earth appeared in the picture; under the dark sky, there was a sulfur hill and a river of blood, and a sea of corpses and bones.
And in that hellish landscape, a phantom surrounded by black air... is walking towards the camera.
The time sequence of the four worlds is broken
The third line of the poem followed closely, and the screen switched again.
This time, the camera was fixed on a dilapidated courtroom.
There is no one in this courtroom. And it seems that there has just been an earthquake of magnitude 7 or above... The ground is covered with rubble and rubble, in a mess.
On the wall on one side of the court, there is still a very eye-catching, huge clock... At this moment, the clock face has been broken; the hour and minute hands... both stay in the direction of twelve o'clock.
The gods fall to see the dusk
After a while. The last line of the opening poem came.
Immediately afterwards, the picture turned into darkness again...
"what happened?"
"Hey... and then?"
"What about the game screen?"
People thought that after c had finished playing, they could start watching the game next.
But... After a full minute, whether it's the big screen in the mall, the touch screen in the login space, or the screen in the meeting room...the screen is still black, and the voice of the game commentator has not sounded for a long time.
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in a minute. Accompanied by a noise that seemed to be radio interference, a face appeared on the live broadcast...
"Humans, hello." The owner of that face looks to be in his forties. He is a Caucasian male. He has neat sideburns and fair cheeks. He also wears a tall top hat and a bow tie. "It's our first meeting, my lord... Link (lk), is a derivative."
Link finished his self-introduction politely, and then continued to use this kind of gentle tone, uttering a very scary line, "Maybe you will find my next request a bit abrupt, but I still have to say..." He paused slightly After half a second, he continued, "Please... die here."
The voice fell sharply, and the sudden change occurred.
Just before the players figured out what the situation was, a crack appeared on the dome of the game exchange (that is, the mall space).
This is not an individual phenomenon that occurs in "one" mirror space, but occurs in all phase layers and all areas at the same time.
The spectators who were gathering in front of the big screens in various shopping malls and were about to watch the game... all discovered this mutation in the first place.
Originally... they were very surprised that they didn't see the live broadcast of the game, but what is happening now... is completely beyond their understanding and imagination...
"how is this possible?"
"Am I not mistaken... the game space actually collapsed?"
"Hey! What's that?"
"There...something came down the crack!"
Some players with better eyesight have already seen... on the torn dome, in the jagged data crack, a dense group of strange figures... are rushing out...
They were a group of tall anthropomorphic creatures, their bodies were covered with a layer of purple and black leather shell, their heads seemed to be shaped...in an arc shape, and their necks were long; their torsos were strong, their forearms were long and narrow, and their hind legs were curved like Beast feet, and besides... They also have a pair of huge, flap-thin fly wings growing on their backs.
Alert, the game space has been invaded by derived data.
The offline and disconnection protection mechanism does not work properly.
The emergency plan was launched, and the system limit of all players was adjusted to 30%
Please stay away from threats under the protection of the guardian robot, and take actions with your own safety as the top priority. . knight