Chapter 410: Chapter 412: Players’ Combat, The Siege of a Player’s Main City

In the southern province, hundreds of kilometers away from Green City, lies the Red Moon Territory.

No one could have imagined that this land, which was once a ruin and where several former lords had died, would now be home to a magnificent city.

Anos City, named after Prince Nolan–Anos Nolan, was also known as the main city for players.

This city, established for just over a year, now boasted towering city walls that only large cities possess.

The solid walls, twenty blades wide, were impervious even to catapults.

Of course, all this was thanks to the players.

These adventurers from the Lost Plane, who could work tirelessly around the clock and possessed limitless stamina, used their boundless energy to frantically haul bricks.

Over 200,000 players labored day and night for an entire year to build the city walls.

Although most buildings inside the city were still low and primitive, this did not hinder the fact that Anos City had become a newly rising metropolis.

But in three days’ time, this city, which already had a permanent population of 300,000 players and 100,000 original residents, would face an unprecedented war.

Because Risier City would be attacked by the Fierce Half-rat men from Risier City.

Yes, the Fierce Half-rat men–those filthy, dreadful servants of the Evil God, carrying deadly germs and plague, would pass by this main city for players in three days’ time.

And behind all this were the players who had sworn allegiance to the Ancient Evil God.

These players called themselves the Ancient Faction and each could easily command hundreds of Fierce Half-rat men.

When the number of players allied with the Ancient Faction exceeded 30,000, the entire area around Risier City and even half of the southern province underwent earth-shattering changes.

Because there were too many, millions of Fierce Half-rat men under the control of the players began to recklessly attack any player who was alone.

Within a short period of time, they had plunged the land into chaos.

Players of the Ancient Faction, relying on the power of the Fierce Half-rat men, bullied the weak, completely infuriating the players who were killed innocently.

The players began to band together, with Anos City–as the main city for players that housed the Destiny Hero, Prince Anos–forming the core resistance against the invasion by the Ancient Faction.

It was all minor skirmishes at first, but a major incident occurred three days ago.

The Crimson Moon, Dark Contract, and Red Dragon’s Fury–three of the top-ranked player guilds in Anos City–activated the powers of the Anos City Player Guilds Alliance, mobilizing more than 250,000 players to jointly eliminate the players of the Ancient Faction.

It was a war that caught the attention of all players, as the Ancient Faction players were too scattered; this time, more than 60% were wiped out. More importantly, the Fierce Half-rat men enslaved by these players were almost completely annihilated.

This war dealt a heavy blow to the arrogance of the Ancient Faction players and sent the players of Anos City into an ecstatic frenzy.

The matter should have ended there, but in the end, something happened that shocked everyone.

The Ancient Evil God of Risier City–the God of Plague had personally ordered the Ancient Faction players to lead the Fierce Half-rat men to conquer Anos City.

After the God of Plague issued the command, the players around Risier City and Anos City all received an epic quest–Plague of Mad Rats.

This quest allowed players to either join the Ancient Faction and lead the Fierce Half-rat men to capture Anos City, or join this free main city for players and target the Ancient Evil God.

Moreover, in this battle, the energy gained by everyone would be tripled due to the gaze of the Ancient Evil God’s will.

This energy was the experience necessary for players to level up.

The news instantly caused a sensation among countless players; this epic quest was seen as a chance to gain experience levels.

Triple the experience was incredibly thrilling.

In just three days, more than a million players gathered in Anos City.

A massive war was about to unfold.

And while players were joining Anos City, the Ancient Faction was not idle. The number of their players exceeded 50,000, which means that the Fierce Half-rat men under the Ancient Faction’s command surpassed 5 million.

Logically, with the ability to lead level 7 or 8 Fierce Half-rat men, many more should have joined the Ancient Faction.

But there was a significant downside to joining the Ancient Faction: once joined, all relations with other factions turned hostile, and one could only be resurrected within the temple of the Ancient Evil God.

And it was impossible to leave the faction for life.

This restriction was too great. Many players had worked hard to raise their favorability in some cities, and now, if they swore allegiance to the Ancient Evil God, they would lose everything.

This was the main reason for the disproportionate number of players joining the Ancient Faction.

And the upcoming siege battle by the Ancient Faction also drew the attention of all the players–not just the players of Glory, but even the mainstream media around the world were reporting on it.

Because the news that “Glory” could improve human bodily functions had spread across the world, Western countries had even united to pressure Huaxia to open up the game.

Huaxia scorned this and did not even bother to respond, which left those old capitalist empires seething with rage and helplessness, for Huaxia had long surpassed its former self, now strong enough to crush those nobodies.

Only a few, still fed by American dog food, touted that technology should be shared by mankind, that Huaxia should not be selfish, and it should open the game for free…

With so many people’s attention focused on it, naturally, the heat was unprecedentedly high. Discussions about the impending war could be seen on various websites.

And on the “Glory” forums, player posts increased explosively, with all sorts of absurd players emerging one after another.

“I’m a netizen from the north, I want to understand which company developed this game, please add me for a detailed chat, there’s compensation.”

“22 reasons why the Ancient Faction will definitely win, first, everyone in the Ancient Faction is handsome! Second, the Ancient Faction has got the goods, and third, the Ancient Faction…”

“Damn, bros, I found an Elf chick in Anos City, this trip wasn’t in vain, I can’t take it anymore, I’m gonna nosebleed, check out my Master Level work~ Sneak shots of the Elf chick’s thighs*jpp, cute green panties*jpg”

“Definitely gotta join Anos City, damn, our main city was breached by the Evil God, where the hell am I supposed to stay overnight now? Are all the people joining the Ancient Faction braindead??”

“Idiotic Anos City players!! The Ancient Evil God is definitely the main character of the next expansion pack, if you don’t take this chance to profit, I want to see how you’re gonna play when Anos City gets flattened!”

“Big bros, cute newbie here begging to be carried, can someone take me to Anos City to hunt rats, I’ll go ‘ying ying ying’ for you”

“I’m a top Level 10 player here, and I’ve found a great grinding spot, if you want to level up to 10 fast like me, private message me, the mentorship fee is only 99, sign up now and you’ll get three out-of-print seeds for free, I prove with the calluses on my hands–guaranteed high quality”

Various ridiculous posts brought lots of fun for many players.

The number of players genuinely arguing between the two factions was relatively small, or it can be said they were drowned in the vast sea, as most players were just joining in for the excitement and to snag some experience.

But some posts from veteran players really opened the eyes of many.

Among them, the most famous was the strong player from the Undead Clan–the Knight of Broken Sword.

This player, who reportedly has broken through to Level 10 with the full support of the Undead Monarch, is definitely the most well-known among the player community.

The Knight of Broken Sword: “Let’s do a brief analysis of the reasons behind the Ancient Evil God’s sudden attack on Anos City.

Since the Undead Empire is right next to the southern province of the Nolan Empire, I hear a lot about this area.

As we all know, the Undead were universally despised pests on the ‘Glory’ main plane before. This time, the Undead Monarch somehow reached an agreement with the surrounding empires and wasn’t besieged.

Combining the current situation, it’s very likely due to the event of the Ancient Evil God’s arrival.

It makes sense that those big shots got the news in advance.

Of course, the main point I’m trying to make is–The power and terror of the Ancient Evil God far exceed our imagination.

If the main plane can put aside the hatred for the Undead to deal with this, just imagine what kind of crisis we’ll be facing.

The Ancient Evil God can easily mobilize millions of troops before his actual arrival, if we judge by appearances, how strong will his actual power be?

Back to the battle for Anos City, based on the information I have, the Ancient Evil God’s gathering forces to attack Anos City is more of a probe.

Yes, a probe with millions of troops, only those mysterious Ancient Evil Gods can do such a thing.

But I’m not surprised about this.

The power that the Ancient Evil God possesses exceeds all our imagination.

As for why they’re probing?

I suppose a big reason is–these Ancient Evil Gods want to assess the high ground of the main plane’s powers.

This is very critical, why? Because if the main plane’s powers are too strong, the Ancient Evil Gods will certainly make extra preparations.

This also suggests that the coming of the Ancient Evil Gods is truly only a matter of time.

Perhaps in other words, the next expansion pack might open tomorrow.

I dare say that this attack on Risier City by the Ancient Evil God will not be the last–it will be the first!

Not only Risier City, but other Evil Gods that have broken their seals and still have servants on the main plane will also dispatch forces to attack nearby cities.

To sum up, this upcoming event with the Ancient Evil Gods is going to be an unprecedented turmoil on the ‘Glory’ main plane.

For those players who haven’t chosen a side, my advice is to wait a bit longer and choose when the time is right.”

It has to be said that the Knight of Broken Sword really had insight, immediately analyzing some profound points.

The majority of players were amazed after reading and the replies instantly broke through ten thousand.

First floor: The boss is the boss, do you need any accessories for your leg?

Second floor: Damn, that’s so badass, even knowing such secrets, I can feel the little deer bumping around in my heart~ Knight of Broken Sword, can I add you on WeChat? I don’t care about gender, I just like brave men.

Third floor: Big boss Broken Sword, is it still possible to join the Undead now? Recently I’ve been with three noble ladies and it’s been too much for me…

Fourth floor: So it’s the Undead without the little ding-dings, I say, Broken Sword, this Name is really too fitting for you.

Fifth floor: So you can wait before choosing a side? I’ve learned something, I’m joining the Ancient Faction…

Sixth floor: …

Most players actually have little interest in the Ancient Faction at this stage, mostly because other factions consider it a mortal enemy, but mostly because life in the Ancient Faction is simply too hard right now.

Though they have the power to command hundreds of Fierce Half-Ratmen, they’ve lost the convenience of big cities, delicious food, warm rooms, and entertainment facilities everywhere… Joining the Ancient Faction, it’s difficult even to form a party for a date.

In a heated discussion atmosphere.

On the third day, the Ancient Faction players drove millions of Fierce Half-Ratmen to surround Anos City.

The sheer number of them was enough to make anyone with a fear of crowds dizzy with discomfort.

Fierce Half-Ratmen, with their sharp claws and teeth, had bodies resembling those of rats and stood around 1.6 blades in height. They carried a filthy, difficult-to-bear stench and their green bean-like eyes flickered with a cold gleam.

They were pure killing machines.

Opposite them, towering atop the 30-blade high walls of Anos City, were players dressed in all sorts of bizarre equipment.

A year had passed, and the players, through their fearless and ridiculous spirits, had undergone a transformative increase in their strength.

Now, the majority of the players were around levels 4 and 5, a few advanced players had reached levels 6 and 7, and the top players had even reached levels 8 and 9.

A select few, like the knights of the Broken Sword, had surpassed level 10.

The overall improvement in the players’ strength had significantly alleviated the once-common scenario of being easily slapped to death by a passing NPC. Only power commanded respect, and at this time, players began to emerge and slowly gain acceptance from the natives.

The roles they played were no longer taken lightly by the high-level natives.

“Prince Anos, this war is feared to be unprecedented in its ferocity…”

As the vice president of the Crimson Moon Guild and also carrying the president’s responsibilities in Lide’s absence, Zhao Yue’s status was no ordinary one.

Moreover, Crimson Moon was the largest guild within Anos City, naturally able to converse with City Lord Prince Anos.

Prince Anos stood atop the city gate wall, gazing at the tide-like surge of Fierce Half-Ratmen advancing towards them, his expression unchanged.

He was no longer the weakling of a year ago, who even his guards could look down upon. Now, he was the lord controlling hundreds of thousands of players in the Undead Army, a grand figure of the Holy Light Bloodline.

Though the scene before him was daunting, it had yet to make his heart flutter with fear.

Furthermore, the conflict between Dawn City and the God of Plague had long been thoroughly reported to him by his intelligence department.

For this day’s arrival, Prince Anos was, in fact, more prepared than anyone else.

“Do not worry, we now have over a million adventurers from the Lost Plane defending the city. No matter how fierce the battle, we can withstand it.”

After saying this, Prince Anos cast a meaningful glance at Zhao Yue, “President Yue, Crimson Moon will be responsible for defending the second segment of the wall, which is at the corner and faces the least pressure.

Additionally, if you cannot sustain the casualties, let me know, and I will send someone to replace you immediately.”

Crimson Moon was a guild Lide had instructed him to look after; Prince Anos dared not neglect it, especially when Zhao Yue appeared to have some special relationship with Lide. He was doing his utmost to look after Crimson Moon.

Zhao Yue nodded slightly. Lide had already told her that Prince Anos had a deep connection with him and that turning to him for anything would be the right choice.

Over the past year, this relationship had indeed provided considerable assistance to Crimson Moon.

With this thought, Zhao Yue couldn’t help but recall the elusive Lide, feeling slightly aggrieved inside–a sense of grievance that this man seemed to take her role of vice president for granted, using her as if she were just another staffer…

Wuu wuu~

While Prince Anos and Zhao Yue were having their casual conversation, a deep horn suddenly echoed from the camp of the Fierce Half-Ratmen.

As the war horn resonated above Anos City, dubbed the Main City of Players, the war at Free City erupted.

For many players, this was their first experience of an event on such an epic scale, where countless Fierce Half-Ratmen were visible beyond a thousand blades, their numbers seemingly endless.

The scene resembled the apocalyptic imagery found in church frescoes, where only the breaking of the abyss could unleash such multitudes of monsters.

The grotesque Fierce Half-Ratmen let out ear-piercing screams like knives scraping glass, sending shivers down one’s spine.

The players on the wall could only see an oppressive, dark mass closing in, the atmosphere tensing to the extreme.

Thick clouds hung in the sky like an inverted mountain pressing against everyone’s heart, adding to the intense psychological impact created by the underground hordes of Fierce Half-Ratmen.

As the Half-Ratmen slowly neared, the exaggerated numbers and horrific visages made many players’ hands tremble.

“Holy shit, is this war? So thrilling! This is even more exciting than sneaking a peek at the neighbors…”

“Quick, support me, my legs are giving out…”

“Kill them! Fire the arrows! What are we waiting for?”

“Here they come, they are getting closer. Do these monsters actually plan to scale the walls barehanded?”

The Fierce Half-Ratmen swarmed in, more densely packed than locusts by a tenfold, a hundredfold. As they approached a certain limit, the catapults behind the walls of Anos City began to stir their chains, and several warriors hoisted the projectiles to the top of the machinery.

When hundreds of catapults were in position, the commander in charge bellowed an order.

“Fire!!”

With an explosive tone, the operators released the catapults, sending the chains whipping wildly.

Whoosh whoosh~

Gigantic stones, propelled by mighty force, flew through the air and over the walls, plummeting down into the thick masses of Fierce Half-Ratmen below with immense inertia.

Pur-chik~

Blood splattered, and limbs and fragments littered the ground.

The scene was extremely bloody.

From the sky above, it looked like humans stomping through a dense horde of ants, the number of Fierce Half-Ratmen was overwhelming, and each boulder thrown caused dozens to explode.

Players on the city walls turned pale at this sight, and some female players even started to retch, hastily retreating.

“Glory” requires players to be at least 18 years old to purchase a gaming pod, but most had never experienced such a spectacle of war.

The usual monster-slaying was bloody enough but still tolerable; however, this kind of gruesome scene with intestines flying everywhere was simply too horrifying and mentally shocking.

But war wouldn’t stop just because some players couldn’t handle it. When the Fierce Half-Ratmen advanced to about 300 blades away from the city walls, under the command of the players, they began their most frenzied charge.

Though the bodies of the Fierce Half-Ratmen were light, their numbers were almost indescribable–as they charged, the ground thundered, even more intensely than a stampede of thousands of horses.

“Quick, give me some arrows, today I’m going to shoot it in the face!!! Let these rats taste my Huang Zhong of Niulanshan’s Eagle-shooting Great Bow!”

“Hahaha, I killed three with one arrow? Isn’t that awesome?”

“So exhilarating, it’s really triple experience. At this rate, it won’t be long until I level up!”

Those bold players on the city walls didn’t panic at the sight, and instead began to use creative methods to harvest experience.

Some wielded longbows, and others had spent a lot of money on crossbows ahead of time, while spellcasters cast area of effect magic…

What’s more exaggerated was that some players had gotten hold of siege crossbows. A few players took positions behind the battlements and the siege crossbows, as thick as an arm, started firing frequently. Every trigger pull took out more than a dozen Fierce Half-Ratmen, and experience points skyrocketed.

Players on the city walls were yelling excitedly, making those behind the walls incredibly envious. Anos City had seen the influx of over a million players, but not even one-tenth could stand on the walls to shoot.

The rest could only take turns.

Those below, seeing others indulging in the experience feast above, naturally felt discontent.

“If only I hadn’t been a step late, I would have been first up there, regretfully… All because that little elf was too clingy…”

“Slow down killing them, leave a few for me–I’m just a bit of experience away from leveling up!!”

“Healer seeking group, healer seeking help, Life Priest, guaranteed full support, preferably there’d be an archer in the squad…”

The chaotic scene left the native soldiers of Anos City dumbfounded.

Their superiors had initially told them to let these adventurers from the Lost Plane go first to deplete the enemy’s living forces before they would join in.

They thought that was just nonsensical–how could these adventurers from the Lost Plane not hide behind in such dangerous combat?

But in reality, they were too naive; not only were these guys not hiding, but they were also angry about not being able to go first.

They truly couldn’t wrap their heads around the thought process of these adventurers from the Lost Plane… Even if they didn’t die, why rush to their deaths?

What good did killing those rats do? It’s not like the corpses of demon beasts could be sold for money, and those bodies carried deadly plagues–whoever touched them died, and there was nothing to loot now anyway…

Roar~

Accompanied by the shrill roar of the Fierce Half-Ratmen, following the exaggerated onslaught of arrows and magical bombardment, the slightly scattered ranks of Fierce Half-Ratmen finally reached the base of the city walls.

Then, under the bizarre gaze of the players, these Half-Ratmen, unarmed with siege equipment, really just bared their claws and began to climb straight up towards the top of the city wall.

But that wasn’t all, after the Fierce Half-Ratmen withstood the attacks at the base of the wall, the sky in the distance suddenly darkened, and then, under the scrutiny of all the players.

Whoosh~ Whoosh~

Countless Flying Half-Ratmen appeared in the sky, flapping their wings.

Instantly, the players who had been laughing and chatting felt immense pressure; there were Fierce Half-Ratmen climbing up the walls from below, and aerial troops capable of flying over the walls from above.

This time, they might not be able to hold on.

The atmosphere began to grow incredibly tense.

While the war for Anos City raged on the surface, deep below in the Underworld within the dense fog zone hundreds of miles from Twilight City.

Magic Language Bats patrolled the sky, their ferocious gaze deterring all invaders. Siege crossbows had been mounted on ground carriages, ready to move and shoot at any time.

The Giant Army, clad in tons of heavy armor, wielding their Wolf Fang Clubs, watched menacingly.

Spellcasters of the Bloodline were grouped in tens, frenetically applying magic shields and various buffing spells on the surrounding troops.

Beastman Warriors let out bestial roars from their throats, Centaurs raised their sharp longbows, and believers of the Twilight Sect looked ahead with devotion to the Divine.

Thousands of Alchemy Bomb Launchers were in position; their Alchemy Bombs only needed the pin to be pulled to be launched.

Facing this powerful army of Dawn was a city with walls 50 blades high, it’s surface covered in dense, sharp barbs like the tusks of a demon–the city of the Naga.

The first battle of the dawn had erupted on the surface, and that city under his secret control was today’s main battleground; the outcome of the war in Anos City would determine the direction of the surface world’s future.

The war for the city of the Naga in the Underworld would also determine the future pattern and dominion of the Underworld.