Chapter 76: Grand and Magnificent

So this is the meaning of the closed beta!

No wonder they had to make players join the War Church and become soldiers.

Previous players had never seen footage of Warriors in combat; although they were looking forward to awakening as a Warrior, no one had ever thought about how Warriors actually fought.

The training those Warriors usually underwent was also different from the players; most of them focused on strength training and rarely engaged in combat training.

It seems that because of the awakening, they did not need to undergo excessive combat training.

Following this group up the mountain, the players encountered five or six waves of Barbarians in total; their numbers were not high, but these Barbarians acted as if they had taken the wrong medicine, each one like a warrior throwing their life away.

It looked as if the defenders of Tana City were more like the bad guys.

"These Barbarians are truly fierce; could it be that they are awakened too?" Zhuguli watched as a Shurima Great Deer was hacked down by someone, standing behind and shivering.

"I remember Ai Ai translating on the forum, saying that the northern Barbarian tribes also have gods protecting them or something, but they aren't righteous gods," a player standing behind whispered, "though I didn't read it carefully."

The Barbarians preferred Charge-style attacks; one person could knock over two people at once, and their movements were more sluggish.

But the Warriors' techniques were much more sophisticated; each one was like a natural-born fighter.

As for the players, they were more like a mob; although they had been training for over half a month, their technical level was truly unsightly.

Of course, those veterans were not much better than the players, and were perhaps even worse than these players.

"How many people are left?" Leinde frowned as he looked behind him.

He had come to lead reinforcements, and now these people were stumbling about; wouldn't it be a laughingstock once they reached the mountain?

The Warriors were performing fine, and even those Xiahui People were not doing badly.

Only those veterans—they absolutely must not be put in charge of patrols again when they return; having not drilled for a long time, these people were already useless.

Looking toward the fortress, the state of battle seemed much better than at the foot of the mountain; Leinde finally brought 300 people to the fortress, among whom more than fifty were Warriors, and the rest were veterans and players.

By comparison, although the Barbarians were numerous, they did not seem to have the advantage.

This was the importance of the fortress.

The entire fortress was covered in a Formation, a crystallization from the Wisdom Church.

These Formations could consolidate the fortress into an impregnable ring, shrouded under a pale golden halo; the Barbarians used all their strength but could not break through, only able to barely squeeze inside by relying on tiny cracks.

"You few, go to the rollers, remember to turn the rollers!"

"You few, go add firewood and drive the Formation!"

"Go over there and raise the flag again; don't let those guys look down on us."

"Those who aren't afraid of death, come to the cracks to kill the enemy!"

Leinde commanded with composure; clearly, this was not his first time encountering such a situation.

Zhuguli gave his few friends a look, and these friends went to the designated positions; the players quickly split into two groups: one part went to guard the rollers and add firewood, while the other, larger half chose to go directly to the side of the cracks to see if they could pick up scraps.

As for those veterans, they were not worth looking at; each one wished they could be tied to the Formation, unwilling to go and kill Barbarians.

But at this moment, there was no time to worry about that; Leinde personally entered the fray, blocking a crack with few people by himself, and the corpses of the Barbarians soon piled up like a small hill.

Where had the players ever seen such things? It must be said that much of the content was R19-rated violent content, which absolutely should not have appeared in a game like this.

Fortunately, this game did not allow minors to play at all; all the lottery-selected players were adults, so everyone felt relieved.

Following along to pick up scraps, Zhuguli felt himself becoming increasingly cold-blooded.

The only thing that could make him feel Exhilaration was the roar of the Warriors around him from time to time.

That kind of roar gave his body, which had wanted to rest for a while, strength once again.

It wasn't just him who felt the experience was magical; even Chen Zhi, far away in the Sewers, felt it was quite different.

Ever since he devoured the Evil God's Gallows, his coverage ability had increased significantly, and he could fully peer into what was happening to the players on the mountain.

From the Formation at the fortress to the Warriors' attack methods, everything made Chen Zhi feel it was magnificent.

He even shot a large number of videos through the players' perspectives.

However, the strange thing was that his power seemed completely unable to leave the fortress; the entire fortress not only blocked the Barbarians outside, but his own perception was also blocked as if by a barrier.

No wonder the witches, or any other Evil God, found Tana City to be their limit.

Further north, it seemed to be the wild lands; it wasn't that no one was willing to go, but that it was simply impossible to pass.

Inside the city, the Wealth Church and the Police Station could only barely maintain the situation in the Rich District, while the civilian districts had already begun to fall into chaos.

It wasn't that every civilian was chaotic at this time; most of the time, it was the middle class who were unlucky.

After all, there was no money on the poor.

Fred stood by the window on the second floor of the bar, looking outside; Feng Buxi and the other hired thugs were indeed the right choice, as these guys were quite ruthless in their strikes, and the troublemaking hooligans did not get their wish, but were instead beaten back.

He must give these lovely guys a raise; with them around, the bar was simply extremely safe.

At this time, Bar Street was in a state of complete chaos; there were brawls, of course, but there were more negotiations between bosses, and only Fred did not dare to go out of the room at all.

So the person representing him became Feng Buxi, who had been at the front the whole time.

"You cannot represent your boss; I advise you to be sensible and honestly let him come out, don't be like a shrinking turtle. We all distributed according to the previous rules; those duels must be arranged in your tavern, and you can't refuse even if you want to."

"Anything else?" Feng Buxi said clumsily; he really needed a translator, but right now he really had no one else to help him.

He regretted not studying the Tana Language well; otherwise, he should have been able to make the other party doubt their life with fluent profanity by now.

The chaos on Bar Street stemmed from duels and gray-market transactions.

Those gray-market transactions were nothing more than the rights of those women soliciting at the door.

As for duels, such things were not rare in any bar.

Yet Fred believed that his bar should be high-end; only in this way could he earn more money from the rich, rather than earning that little bit of pathetic Tana from lovers.

So he refused to allow both of these things into his bar.

Which led to the current result.

I might only have one chapter today.

Yesterday, his sister's partner said he was cheated out of 50,000, and told me overnight that he couldn't help me inquire about his news anymore.

I suppose I was deceived as well.

The other party is just an emotional swindler; because they couldn't squeeze any profit out of me, they chose to run away, but since they wanted to play the long game to catch a bigger fish, they gave me a reason like that.

They even said they had all sorts of records and accounts of playing games behind my back, and whenever they were playing, they would tell me they were busy, working overtime, or in meetings... in reality, they were playing.

I really feel like a fool now, believing everything and being so naive.

I'm mentally exhausted, I can't write anymore, and I feel like I'm good for nothing.

(End of this chapter)