Chapter 977: Super-Dimensional Invasion

Although the announcement of Dream Company caused an uproar, as the company that develops and operates the game, they do have the right to do so.

No matter how many people outside express dissatisfaction about not being able to see the finals, they cannot change the established result.

Two and a half days passed quickly, and it seemed like just a blink of an eye... The day of the finals has arrived.

November 18th, evening, 11:40.

As midnight approached, the number of online players in Horror Paradise broke records and reached the highest peak since the game was launched.

Basically, everyone who has created a game account in Horror Paradise has laid down in the game cabin early tonight and set the login time for sleep mode. Even many people who work night shifts have to take leave to log in to the game tonight, just because the final of S2 is a game without replay...

…………

At the same time, at the headquarters of Dream Company, the chairman's office.

Three men in black suits were standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, each holding a goblet, leisurely looking at the night view of S City below.

In their glasses, there was a red, fishy, ​​and somewhat sticky liquid.

Whatever it is...it's definitely not red wine.

∽▼,

"Hehehe...it's about to start..." Woody said with a lewd smile.

Vincent, who was standing on his left, continued calmly: "The scheme set by the 'Parliament'...is not very sophisticated, but it is indeed unscrupulous..."

"Teacher." Sid on the other side continued Vincent's words, "Why do I feel...they can't make a clever scheme, so they can only do this kind of big move..."

"Heh...don't be so blunt." Vincent smiled.

"Hehehe..." Woody also said in a malicious tone, "Maybe the Scorched Earth Council is not very smart in some aspects, but their authority and position are still reliable."

Vincent shrugged and glanced at Woody: "The premise of reliability is that they have absolute say in 'power'."

"Hehe... Speaking of power..." At this time, Woody seemed to remember something, "'Doma' guy... was resurrected in the 'main universe' not long ago, right?"

"Oh... that 'Eternal God'." Sid continued. "I have observed it, and frankly speaking... it is pitifully weak now." He shook his head, "Compared to when it appeared in our universe more than half a century ago, the current Doma... has at least half the strength. Even in the 'main universe', a plane with a lot of energy, he cannot recover to his peak strength."

"Humph... as expected." Vincent laughed, "Doma's soul was severely damaged by the original water sword and was on the verge of disappearing. It is not easy for it to leave a trace of consciousness and escape to other planes... Over the years, it has neither the support of the 'true god magic cube' nor any 'power of faith'. And it has been sealed in a 'low magic' area like Rabbit Star... If he can really recover to his original strength, it would be abnormal."

"Hehehe..." Woody laughed again after hearing this, "However, in terms of the combat power of all parties in this 'Twilight of the Gods', if Doma participates in it, he will definitely become a competent troublemaker..."

Just as he finished speaking, another person appeared in the office.

Vincent, Woody, and Sid all turned their heads at the same moment. They looked at the figure.

"Why is it that every time I teleport near you, as long as you are talking, the first sentence that enters my ears is probably some kind of vulgar language?" Simon looked at his three old friends and greeted them with a spit.

"Hehehe..." Woody did not answer this question. Because this was not a problem, he smiled and continued, "Mr. Referee, you should be very busy tonight. How do you have time to come to our side?"

"I came here to inform you of something." Simon replied.

"Oh?" Vincent was very perceptive and immediately continued. "Could it be that... the parliament has another bad idea?"

"I won't comment on whether it's bad or not, but it's good news for you." Simon continued, "The parliament said that tonight, 'bettors' can enter the main universe to watch the game." He paused for half a second, then changed the subject, "But... absolutely no interference."

"Eh?" Sid was stunned, "Mr. Simon, such an important thing... is it notified now?"

"It means that it should be notified shortly before the game, so that some guys..." Simon said, glancing coldly at Vincent and Woody, "... make some bad calculations in advance."

"Tsk..."

"Hehe..."

The two turned their heads away, showing a reaction of three points of disdain and seven points of guilt.

"I know, no matter what... when you heard what I said just now, you have already started to calculate." Simon said, "So I remind you again..." His arrogant expression became solemn, "Considering that the referee will have a lot of work tonight, the parliament sent me some helpers."

"Some?" Vincent's first reaction was to test the number of people.

"Helpers?" Woody wanted to ask who they were.

"They are all Titans. I can't reveal the number." Simon naturally understood what they meant. He replied calmly, "At this moment, they are just like me... conveying the news to all the bettors."

"A group of Titans were dispatched..." Vincent said thoughtfully, "... This is interesting."

"Hehehe... So..." Woody smiled evilly, "No one can mess around anymore..."

"Because of your pretentious attitude, I will come to take care of you personally and specially soon." Simon continued.

"Ah~ we don't need to be so tense." Sid looked at the three seniors, spread his hands and muttered, "It's just a matter of 'one minute'."

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November 19, zero o'clock, the game world.

The four teams that successfully reached the finals: [Hell Front], [Waste Alliance], [Order], and [Warring States], all have all their members present and ready to go.

Due to the restrictions of Dream Company, during the finals of Summit Contest S2, except for the competition mode, all other scenario modes of the server will be closed, so... at this time, except for the twenty members of the four teams. No one can arrange the book.

In other words... all the other players are now concentrated in the login space, conference room or mall, waiting to watch the live broadcast.

The moment the clock struck midnight, the players from 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 entire server, but the loading speed this time is extremely fast. In almost an instant, all the loading instructions have been flushed out.

Then... the opening CG of the script appeared in front of the contestants and on various live broadcast screens in the game space.

【Lingyun Miaomiao Jiukuilin】

[Blood rain, Xiaoxiao devil is coming]

[Time series cause and effect stocks in the palm of your hand]

【Who decides the good and evil in all worlds】

In the pitch-black scene, the first thing that sounded was the four lines of the setting poem.

Some players with good memories still remember it. In the final of Peak Contest S1, these four sentences were also used as the opening.

But, next...

[The storm of spiritual change in the abyss begins]

At this point in the narration, the screen suddenly appeared.

The black and white shots kept switching, focusing on corpses.

That was not an ordinary corpse, but the corpse of Jiu Kui of the Dead...

Most of the nine NPCs who appeared in S1 are now dead or injured, and a few are missing.

And next to the corpses, stood a figure...

At first glance. It appeared to be a human woman. She was wearing a white dress and had a slender figure, with waist-length hair hanging down behind her. But if you look carefully... you can find an abnormality on her body, that is... there is no flesh on her nose and cheeks, as if a piece of her face has been cut off in the middle. The bones of the nose and face are exposed.

[Fighting demons, breaking ghosts, 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 were sulfur hills and blood rivers. It’s a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​bones.

And in that hellish landscape, a demonic figure entangled in black energy... was walking towards the camera.

[The time sequence of the four realms is shattered]

The third line of the poem follows immediately, and the scene switches again.

this time. The camera freezes on a dilapidated courtroom.

There was no one in this courtroom, and it seemed as if it had just experienced an earthquake with a magnitude above seven... The ground was filled with rubble and rubble, and it was a mess.

On the wall on one side of the courtroom, there was a very eye-catching, huge clock... At this moment, the clock face was broken; the hour and minute hands... both stayed in the direction of twelve o'clock.

【Gods fall to pieces at dusk】

After a while, the last line of the setting poem came.

Immediately afterwards, the scene turned dark again...

"what happened?"

"Hey...then what?"

"Where's the game screen?"

People think that after the cg is finished playing, they can start watching the game.

But...after a full minute, whether it was the big screen in the mall, the touch screen in the login space, or the screen in the conference room...the screen was still black, and the voice of the game commentator did not sound for a long time.

Sizzling—sizzling—

A minute later, along with a burst of noise that seemed like radio wave interference, a face... appeared on the live broadcast screen.

"Hello, humans." The owner of that face looked to be a Caucasian male in his forties. He had neat sideburns and fair cheeks. He also wore a tall top hat and a tie. "This is the first time we meet, I... Link is a derivative."

Link introduced himself politely, and then continued to use this gentle tone to say very scary lines: "Perhaps you will think that the request I am making next is a bit abrupt, but I still have to say..." He After a slight pause for half a second, he continued, "Please...die here."

As soon as the words fell, sudden changes occurred.

Just before the players figured out what the situation was, cracks appeared on the dome of the game exchange (i.e. the mall space).

This is not an individual phenomenon that occurs in "a certain" mirror space, but occurs in all phase layers and all areas at the same time.

The audience who were gathering in front of the big screens in various shopping mall spaces to watch the game... all discovered this sudden change at the first time.

Originally... they were very surprised not to see the live broadcast of the game, but what is happening now... is completely beyond their understanding and imagination...

"How can it be?"

"Did I read that correctly...the game space actually collapsed?"

"Hey! What's that?"

"Something...something is coming down from the crack!"

Some players with better eyesight have seen...a dense group of strange shadows on the torn dome and in the jagged data cracks...are pouring out...

They are a group of tall anthropomorphic creatures, their bodies are covered with a purple and black leather shell, their heads are like aliens...arc-shaped, and their necks are very long; their torsos are strong, their forearms are narrow, their hind legs are bent like animal feet, and...they have a pair of huge, thin, cicada-like wings on their backs.

[Alert, the game space has been invaded by derivative data. ]

[Offline and disconnection protection mechanisms cannot operate normally. ]

[Emergency plan activated, all players' system limits adjusted to 30%]

[Please stay away from threats under the protection of the guard robot and take action with your own safety as the top priority. ](To be continued...)