Solan City, Desert Church.

After watching the number of patronized live broadcast rooms drop from 100,000 to less than 1,000, Richard slowly closed the forum.

With an inexplicable expression, he got up and came to the window, looked up at the sky shrouded by the Pegasus Knight, and did not move for a long time.

The brutality of this war was not beyond his expectations, but it was too cruel in the eyes of other players.

Gaining the favor of the will of the world does not mean that you have a future, but rather the beginning of despair.

That's authority! As long as you can get it, you can control the power of the gods. Who can resist this temptation?

Although the player carries the future, who knows what the new era will look like?

Compared to the ethereal future of the future, the power that can be controlled at the moment is obviously more tempting!

Having said that, even if they know that there will be an infinite future and light after the beginning of the new era, the aborigines who will snatch power will not be relentless.

No one can resist the temptation of authority, no!

As the only hope, in Richard's live broadcast room, there are still three or four billion viewers watching at the moment.

The audience didn't know what Richard was thinking, so they could only follow his perspective and stare at the sky through the window.

After everyone's fate was never one, the news began to circulate, and where Richard was and what was happening to him, players were always summarizing.

The city of Dusk is under attack by an army of demons, and Solan City is not much better.

The undead's skull tactics almost brought down this giant city known as the Desert of Death.

If it weren't for the goddess of light and the god of the sun sending their own sect priests to assist, under the restraint of nature, they could hinder the advance of the undead, and the city would have become the territory of the undead at this moment.

The audience in the live broadcast room watched Richard not move for a long time, and their feelings were inexplicably complicated.

No one thought that their fate would one day be pinned on each other.

The New Era fails to begin, and the Charismatic Lords will be liquidated by the gods. The consequences of failure, they cannot bear.

The barrage began to intensify.

"The entire northwest of Jin is in a mess, why has Qingqiu stayed here and not gone out?"

"His territory has been under attack by the devil, how can he be so leisurely. I can't figure it out at all. ”

"Isn't there a post saying that Solan City is being attacked by the undead, and Richard Boss shouldn't be trapped in Solan City, right?"

Most of the audience looked at Richard with a calm expression, and they were a little incomprehensible.

Why is the city of dusk attacked by such a high-intensity attack by the devil's army, and the city may be broken at any time, he is still wandering, without the slightest sense of anxiety

It was as if the storm that plunged the whole world into chaos could not affect the figure shrouded in yellow sand.

The clock goes on.

On January 11, halfway through the 10-day period, the number of surviving patrons plummeted to more than 100 on that day.

The pessimism of the players spreads further.

The system prompt is clearly hung on the notification bar, and even the most big-hearted person can't ignore the suffocating pressure.

No one wants to die.

Especially after the other patrons were unable to resist even in the face of the aboriginal army, which made the panic in their hearts even higher.

Many people have put all their hopes in Richard.

Although there are still a hundred or so people, those who are favored. Most of them are not territorially powerful, but are in remote areas and have not yet been discovered.

But who can be sure that these people will never be discovered?

Also on the same day, under intense pressure, there were many more posts on the forum warning about Richard.

"Boss Qingqiu must see it, I just got the news that the god of the fish-man has infiltrated Solan City!"

"Urgent!! The seven surviving gods of the swamp god system have set off for the Death Desert, the target. Boss Qingqiu! ”

"Who can contact Boss Qingqiu? Tell him that the God of Assassins is giving orders to the Faithful! The name of the boss of Qingqiu is at the top of the list! ”

These warning posts made the atmosphere on the forum even more solemn, and everyone could clearly feel that the storm was coming.

No one is immune to this crisis.

What made players even more anxious was the news from the players in Solan City that for some reason, Richard had been alone in the desert church and had no contact with any players.

These warning messages of theirs cannot be transmitted to the other party through normal means.

Even if many people wanted to pass on the news of their request through the guards, they were ruthlessly refused.

This suffocated the already cohesive atmosphere, and everyone watched the situation gradually slide into the abyss and was helpless.

I was so anxious that I wanted to open Richard's head to see what he was thinking.

Fortunately, on the afternoon of the 11th, a piece of news made players feel like they had grabbed a life-saving straw and became excited.

The El Players Association has issued a call for players to go to the El plane to support the city of Dusk and fight against the demons together.

This is not the point, the point is that the summoning order was given by Richard himself!

In a moment of panic, this summoning order, which usually makes players scoff, only calms their minds.

This shows that the situation is not out of control, and Qingqiu knows what is happening in the outside world!

At the moment, a large number of players are starting to travel to the El plane through teleportation arrays that have not yet been destroyed, or send their heroes to support with their armies.

Although there are many people who are reluctant to go with luck or fear of death, there are also a large number of players who have a slightly cold blood in their chests and are unwilling to sit and wait for death!

Even if you fail in the end and die on the battlefield, you don't want to sit at home and wait for others to announce your fate, dying in battle is ten thousand times better than dying at home!!

After ten days of war, the army of hell has almost exhausted the power of the city of dusk, and ← the west and north walls have been destroyed by magic in a range of 100 meters.

These two walls have gone from offensive and defensive battles to bloody battles in hand-to-hand combat.

The demigod-level devil lord in charge, Baier, has seen the dawn of victory.

But just as the city was teetering on the ground, the situation changed again. Countless new forces poured out from the spatial gate in the heart of the city of twilight.

Although the rank and potential of these armies were mediocre, the fierce posture and exaggerated numbers almost collapsed the defensive line, and re-established.

Once again, the offensive of the Devil's army was thwarted.

As Bayer watched this scene, the flames of hell burning on his body almost burst into flames a hundred meters high.

His face became extremely ugly.

Countless times, he wanted to personally lead the army to kill and completely destroy the city, but the looming aura of sin made the courage in his chest crushed, and he could only stand far enough away from the city of twilight to be silent.

On the 12th, there are 4 days left before the deadline.

The audience in the live broadcast room was emotionally up and down again.

Because today, only 35 of the 100,000 people are left.

That's right, 35 people!

At this time, there are still 4 days left before the deadline!

In normal times, 4 days pass in the blink of an eye, but in the context of this moment, every second feels like a century, and 4 days is too long.

Especially those who are killed by the aborigines or gods are all grand guild presidents, and the top players make a lot of players feel powerless.

The most elite of them seemed so small and weak in the face of the aboriginal forces.

According to the current situation, it is almost impossible to rely on these 35 people to survive these few days.

And the players who put their hopes in Richard also raised great fear as more and more warning messages informed that a god had entered Solan City.

One or two gods, Qingqiu can still deal with it, but this number rises to double digits? Or more?

As the other players are strangled, the eyes of all the gods will finally focus on Richard.

When the time comes, how can he stop it?

As long as Richard is killed, the rule of the gods will continue again, and everything will continue as usual.

The gods, those who have a vested interest in the power of the favored at the moment, the high nobles who have had great power before, the forces that rely on the sect to survive, and even some forces that are unwilling to change the status quo, will all participate.

Not everyone wants a new era, new things mean uncertainty and change, and the ruling class is the one that is most afraid of change.

Players are worried, and the gods who infiltrated Solan City are in the same mood at the moment.

Having tasted the supreme authority, no one wants to lose their power and become a pitiful thing whose fate is manipulated by others.

All the gods are secretly observing the every move of the favored person, although they cannot watch the live broadcast, but the player can betray his camp at any time.

Whether inducement or coercion or coercion, some players, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, have become the eyes of the gods or powerful forces, watching the every move of the favored for them.

Otherwise, 100,000 players would not have been swept away so quickly to only a few dozen left, and the scourge of moles is endless.

But the desert church seemed to be naturally isolated, and the gods could not find out the specific situation inside, and could only roughly perceive Richard's breath.

As the 10-day milestone approached, the undercurrents around the desert church began to surge.

Believers who come to worship and pray can clearly feel that something is wrong with the atmosphere, but due to the problem of perspective, they cannot go deeper, and can only pray more sincerely to their faith.

On January 12th, there were only three days left, and there were only 9 live broadcast rooms left.

From the initial excitement, to the later worry, to the despair, to the moment, the player has become suffocated.

That sense of psychological oppression is getting worse day by day.

With every second that passes, there is further pressure towards the end that cannot be described in words.

It feels like watching the countdown to your own life.

The only thing that has not given up now is the City of Dusk, which is still holding on!

Although the demon's attack is still violent and crazy, the city of twilight is like a nail nailed to the earth.

No matter how much it attacks, it can't be shaken.

But this frenzied offensive caused the four walls of the city of Dusk to appear in large pieces. The city has entered the stage of naked hand-to-hand combat.

Changes can occur at any given moment.

And once the territory falls, then the favored person will automatically lose his qualifications.

Neither the favored person nor the territory can have an accident.

The hard rules of the system make it impossible for players to exploit loopholes, but only to resist head-on.

In the live broadcast room, looking at Richard, who was still in the desert church and had no action, many viewers were about to collapse.

"What's the situation with Qingqiu boss, don't you go out yet? Dozens of gods have entered Solan City!! Something fucking is going to happen!! ”

"I don't understand Qingqiu's thoughts at all now, saying that he doesn't know anything about the outside world, he still knows that the summoning order was issued, that he knows that the situation is critical, and that he didn't react to the arrival of the gods at all. What the hell is he trying to do? ”

"There are still three days left, Qingqiu Boss, please go out and hide, run to the El plane, run anywhere. Staying with a group of gods, this Nima makes his scalp tingle just thinking about it! ”

The player's reaction reached its peak at noon on the 12th, after the five undead lords joined forces to enter Solan City.

The Undead Lord did not sneak in, but flew directly into Solan City from the sky directly on a bone dragon, and finally landed on the square in front of the Desert Church.

The unscrupulous appearance, coupled with the army of undead who were still attacking outside the city, made everyone's hearts shrouded in a haze.

Something is wrong!

The news reached the forum, and after being confirmed by many parties, it immediately caused an uproar.

Richard's live broadcast room was covered by a dense barrage.

"Who the hell can contact Boss Qingqiu, let him run quickly!! My legs are so weak now, I don't want to die!! ”

"What are you going to do, so many gods?! Could it be that the territory of the boss of Qingqiu can withstand the devil's attack, but he himself has to be damaged outside? Don't!! ”

"I can't imagine how this situation can be broken! I alone know that the gods who have entered Solan City have four gods: the swamp god system, the sea god system, the elf god system, and the dwarf god system, adding up to a total of 23 gods.

"Plus the god of the sun, the goddess of light, and the evil god of the abyss, the devil lord of hell and now there are five more undead lords. This kind of game, fucking unless the creator god comes, who can stop it!! ”

After the analysis of the barrage, the audience's mood became more and more pessimistic.

Qingqiu is strong and perverted, but he has to compare with whom!

Compared with them, the opponent is naturally invincible, and even if the opponent is a certain god, they have enough confidence in him!

But this time, the gods of the entire "Glorious Era" are here, and this Nima is still playing a g8!!

Not to mention that it can survive these three days, if these gods all take action, even if they survive for three hours, it is a miracle.

Even the most optimistic players fell silent in the face of this situation, looking at the figure in the live broadcast room who was still looking up at the sky and shrouded in yellow sand, he didn't know what to say.

No one can solve this situation, even any god facing this situation.

It seems normal for the other party to lose, but it seems nonsense to win.

Is that the end of it?

Silence, lamentation, mourning, despair. Countless emotions flow through the hearts of players, but hope is missing.

Unbeknownst to Richard, the player's mood fluctuated, and after the Undead Lord unabashedly landed outside the Desert Church on a bone dragon, he slowly turned around and stared through the wall at the five Necrogens who exuded an aura of death.

Under the incomprehensible gaze of the audience in the live broadcast room, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his dark and deep eyes showed a look that was difficult for outsiders to understand.

It's like a hunter hiding in the shadows, seeing the prey that is still looking forward to it.

Waited so long and finally. That's enough.

(End of chapter)