The virtual empire starts from the game

Chapter 630 The Ultimate Showdown! Who Will Live and Who Will Die? (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
When the naval warships entered the port of Cotonou, the French players were facing their final moment.

Their respawn points in the town had been destroyed, so they could only respawn on their own ships and return to the front lines.

However, the cannons of several surrounding ships were already aimed at their warships.

They didn't fire, simply because they were worried that if they broke the tacit agreement of "not attacking ships," they wouldn't be able to stop once they sank the French ships.

If the fighting eventually gets out and all the ships get caught up in it, the losses will be too great.

In Cotonou, players from various organizations and nationalities are currently locked in a chaotic battle, with hostile and friendly relations in disarray.

It would be best to keep the conflict on the ground.

If losses are controllable, hatred can be controlled as well.

This is also an unspoken rule in the development of "Sailing on the Blue Sea" to this point:

No matter how fierce the killing or how intense the conflict, as long as the ships aren't burned, it's not considered a deep-seated hatred, and they might even greet each other and cooperate next time they meet.

But if you burn or smash the people and boats, you'll create a deep-seated hatred!

You'd better keep an eye on your ship at all times.

Otherwise, who knows, one night someone might sneak underwater and sink your boat.

Now that everyone's level is higher and their destructive power is greater, sinking a fragile sailboat is not that difficult.

As Fernand fought, he frequently glanced back at the sea.

A moment of distraction nearly resulted in him being pierced through the chest by a spear from a dark-skinned native wearing only animal skin shorts!
Fortunately, he had a rare and precious breastplate, which deflected the fatal attack onto his shoulder.

Fernand endured the pain in his left shoulder, gripped the spear tightly with his left hand, and thrust his sword at the native who was right in front of him with his right hand!

He rushed into the battle before anyone could explain to him why a group of natives had suddenly appeared.

And their combat power is off the charts!
He fired his high-quality pistol, but the bullet couldn't even penetrate the other person's body!

That dark body, reflecting a gleaming sheen, was not only agile and nimble, but also extremely durable.

They could practically ignore bullets, forcefully breaking through the defenses and charging right up to him, the key figure.

But now, Fernand's sword strike was imbued with an unwavering confidence to kill!
After level 10, the lethality of melee weapons surpasses that of firearms.

Not to mention the sword in his hand, which was the most valuable thing he owned—

[Piercing Sword (Ancient)]: A rapier forged by an unknown blacksmith from deep-sea meteorite iron. Wounds pierced by it will be torn apart and difficult to heal.

You can level up by sucking the blood of heroes.

Next level:

[Bloodthirsty Fang (Ancient)]: By drinking the blood of a hundred heroes, it can suck the life force of enemies to nourish the swordsman.

Piercing the heart of a legendary creature unlocks a special upgrade path: [Legendary Elegy (Epic)].
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This sword strike would severely injure even a legend; he didn't believe a mere native could withstand it!
But this sure-kill sword strike was blocked by a hand.

A similarly dark hand grasped the blade of this legendary sword!
Crimson blood splattered out on the spot, slowly flowing down the sword's edge.

But the tip of the sword was also blocked outside the native warrior's heart.

Fernand was shocked.

This is a legendary weapon!
It's worth more than a ship!

A single sword strike can sever a gun barrel and pierce a hole in heavy steel armor.

How could someone possibly stop you with their hand?
He slowly turned his head and saw a familiar face.

“Merde (damn it)…”

"Black Panther?"

He has face blindness when it comes to Black people, but he can still recognize Nelson's famous face.

Fernand was first startled, then overjoyed—

Nelson's level had already surpassed the legendary threshold of level 15 last month. As long as Nelson is killed, the epic upgrade path for this weapon can be unlocked!
But soon, he realized something else:

Can I stab him to death?
Nelson didn't even glance at Fernand, gripping his sword, he asked the native warrior, "What's your name? Which tribe are you from?"

“Galka, Aja.”

The tribal warrior named Galka looked at Nelson's attire and demeanor, which were completely different from those of the tribesmen, with surprise on his face.

"Together?" Nelson invited.

“Okay!” Galka replied without hesitation.

"???" Fernand was completely dumbfounded as he watched Nelson pull the native warrior to his side with just a few words.

Don't you guys really think too little of me?
He suddenly pulled on the hilt of his sword, intending to draw it out and stab again.

But I can't pull it out!
Nelson sensed his movement, finally turned his gaze, and without saying a word, smashed a powerful punch into his face!

This is no ordinary iron fist, but a fiery fist burning with raging flames!
Fernand held the native warrior's spear in his left hand, while Nelson controlled his sword in his right, leaving him with no free hand.

They could only watch as Nelson's fiery fist came crashing down.

He knew he was doomed.

Black Panther's fiery fists are more famous than his face!

Knowing he was doomed, he even spared a glance around, wondering if the main French force could still be saved.

But all I could see was despair—

A woman from the Xia Kingdom, dressed in a gorgeous long dress and with long, bright red hair, was firing wildly at the French players in the middle of the crowd, wielding two triple-barreled muskets.

A burly man in leather armor, wielding a nearly two-meter-long giant blade, swung wildly through the crowd, stirring up waves of blood.

A heavily armored man with a sword and shield stood there with his back to Nelson, blocking all stray bullets and arrows.

There was also a figure wielding two short swords, moving quickly through the crowd. Fernand couldn't see his face clearly, only the flash of the short swords and the splatter of blood after they pierced his teammate's neck.

He immediately realized: the Black Panther Guard was also there.

Well, that's it, my anxiety is finally over.

Destroy it, there is no hope.

I could already feel the heat of the flames on my face.

In that split second between life and death, Fernand felt as if everything before him had frozen for a moment.

The next moment, the heat of the fire fist dissipated instantly, replaced by a biting cold wind!
A layer of light blue solid ice appeared before Fernand's eyes.

He shifted his body backward before he dared to confirm that it wasn't an illusion, but rather Nelson's frozen fist.

—No! It's not just about fists!

Nelson, along with the native warrior Galka beside him, was instantly frozen, becoming a large, icy humanoid ice sculpture!
The chill even spread along the sword's edge, freezing Fernand's wrist as well.

A human-shaped shadow fell from behind, obscuring Fernand's body.

Fernand realized something and slowly raised his head.

A man of astonishing size, whose face and hair were half-frozen, stood expressionlessly behind him.

His outstretched palm was facing Nelson, who was frozen in ice.

Admiral Aokiji arrived late.

The cold air spread rapidly, and the biting chill gradually quieted the chaotic battlefield.

Fernand shivered.

There was no joy in my heart, only unease.

As expected, Aokiji's first words were a question: "Fernand, my trusted subordinate."

"Can you explain to me why you stand with these kidnappers and fight alongside them?"

Fernand opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

By the time he landed, the battle had already collapsed.

The planned acting segment never had a chance to be performed.

His plan to incite hatred among the British and completely destroy the Royal African Company was utterly thwarted.

Fernand couldn't help but lament in his heart:
My own compatriots knelt down far too quickly!!
This is the entire city of Cotonou!

Even if you tied up 20,000 pigs, they wouldn't all be lost in a week, would they?!
"A trap set for me?"

"Or...some other scheme?"

Aokiji has been tricked by players' endless traps many times, so this was the first thing that came to mind.

But after surveying the current state of the port, he couldn't help but shake his head—

The port is now in ruins, with buildings collapsed, fires raging, and smoke everywhere.

Easterners, Westerners, and Africans clashed in the ruins, gunfire erupting and swords clashing.

People kept getting shot and falling, but people kept rushing out from all directions and into the battlefield.

Wails and roars rose and fell.

Blood stained the walls and streets, the marble fountains were shattered, and overturned stalls and fruit rolled on the dusty streets.

The stall owner collapsed to the ground, with a large pool of still-wet blood beneath him.

Fernand racked his brains, but couldn't find a plausible explanation.

They could only force themselves to read the lines:
"The Royal African Company of Great Britain has committed countless atrocities in Africa! They wantonly slaughter indigenous people, sell them as slaves, and plunder their property… Their crimes are utterly heinous!" "I do not want to see you deceived by such a wicked government! I hope you can see the truth! Stop aiding and abetting British racial oppression!"

"Mr. Aokiji! Open your eyes and take a good look! Look at the profound suffering that the people on this land are enduring!"

During my time at Fernand University, I spent two years in the drama club, so I have some acting skills.

It was a little awkward at first.

But as he spoke, he got emotional, his voice grew louder and louder, and his emotions became more and more intense, to the point that he started to believe it himself.

Upon hearing this, Aokiji looked up again, wanting to see the "suffering" that Fernand had mentioned.

But of course he didn't see anything.

All I saw were natives fighting desperately among the crowd.

However, due to their lack of weapons and armor, they did suffer greater casualties than others.

However, as he looked closer, he noticed something amiss:
The fighting spirit of these native warriors was astonishing.

Even without weapons, they would still tear their opponents' flesh and rip their throats with their bare hands!

Their fighting spirit was astonishing: even when riddled with bullets and covered in blood, they continued to fight.

There was an indigenous warrior with a dozen feathers stuck in his head. Even after being pierced by three longswords, he roared and chopped his opponent to death with an axe before finally breathing his last.

Even after they died, their bodies remained standing there, their faces full of anger.

It certainly looks like he harbors a deep-seated hatred.

Fernand noticed the change in Aokiji's expression and was about to press on, viciously smearing him and recounting the dirty deeds of the British colonists in real history—as well as his own ancestors—when he noticed Aokiji suddenly lower his head.

Fernand followed his gaze and discovered that Nelson, who had been frozen in ice, was not dead.

Flames are erupting from his body!
At first, the flames were bright yellow, but soon the color of the flames gradually deepened until they turned into a blood-red color.

Before Fernand could even appreciate the spectacular sight of fire within ice, he saw the ice rapidly melt, and then—

Exploded!

Crimson flames erupted instantly.

Nelson slowly straightened up, facing off against the general who was standing close at hand!

In the Caribbean, the Royal Navy's peak combat power is Admiral Aokiji, while the Caribbean Republic's peak combat power is Nelson, who has been painstakingly raised by players.

Now, these two top-tier combat forces, separated by the entire Atlantic Ocean, are facing each other head-on on this unfamiliar land without any warning!
It is no exaggeration to say that if they were to fight, the death of any one of them would be enough to affect the situation and future development of the entire Caribbean!

But this is also the moment when it's easiest to get the kill!
—Nelson usually stays in Santo Domingo, where a large number of Xia Kingdom players gather, while Aokiji goes his own way and no one can restrain him.

But now, Nelson doesn't have a large army of players around him, and the two top-tier combatants can still keep each other in check.

If we miss today, when will we have a better opportunity?

Many people are aware of this.

Therefore, conflict is unavoidable.

Lacking top-tier combat power, the [Freedom Alliance] players quickly seized the opportunity, abandoning their original plans without a second thought and opening fire on Nelson!
Meanwhile, the Black Panther Guard—along with a large number of Xia Kingdom players—instantly charged toward General Aokiji!
Because of the close confrontation between Fernand and Nelson and Aokiji, they had no choice but to take action.

Crimson flames and blue-white ice erupted simultaneously!
A powerful aura surged into the sky!

Fernand, situated between two peak powerhouses, instantly experienced what it meant to be caught between extremes of heat and cold—

Half of his body was frozen, and the other half was charred.

In the blink of an eye, death has arrived.

In his soul form, he saw Nelson's burning iron fist and Aokiji's icy right fist collide violently.

The erupting flames and cold currents surged to both sides!

The Free Alliance players and Xia Kingdom players who rushed forward were met head-on by a tsunami of flames and cold air.

The waterfall of ice and fire swept over the charging players, instantly creating dozens of gleaming ice sculptures and charred corpses.

Meanwhile, the higher-level players with thicker health bars shook their heads, brushed off the ice crystals on their eyebrows or their singed hair, and continued their charge fearlessly!
What everyone's original purpose was is no longer important.

Whether you kill colonial NPCs or Benin natives, you can start over after today.

But once you miss an opportunity to kill Nelson, you may never have another chance!
"kill!"

"Kill the general/Black Panther!"

The naval soldiers who had followed Aokiji rushed up to provide cover.

Before they could even get close, they were overwhelmed by players rushing in from all directions, with gleaming swords thrusting at them from all sides.

When the squad leader died, his face was full of question marks:

"How come they were fighting each other like blood enemies just a second ago, cursing each other as they killed, but as soon as they saw us, they immediately stopped and started killing us together?"

He can't understand the players' logic.

Just as he couldn't understand why his loyal subordinate would suddenly stab him in the back...

Soon, the player teams that had been fighting each other in their own territory were completely mixed up.

A fierce battle erupted around Nelson and Aokiji, two absolute centers of ice and fire.

In the utter chaos, many people even began to lose their sense of self and their opponents, and started attacking anyone they saw.

The situation is completely out of control.

The death toll is skyrocketing.

It was at this moment that Xu Meng and Xiao Meng appeared silently on the remaining tower.

"It's so lively!" Xiaomeng exclaimed excitedly.

Xu Meng conjured a luxurious single sofa out of thin air and placed it on the top of the tower, then sat down comfortably: "There's more excitement to come, Xiao Meng, have some drinks."

Xiao Meng then jumped onto the sofa and squeezed in next to Xu Meng, grabbing two bottles of chilled soda and handing one to Xu Meng.

Will things get even more exciting?

“Of course.” Xu Meng took a sip of her iced soda. “Think about it, those people who are always looking for opportunities to gain legendary reputation, would they miss the chance to kill a general or Nelson?”

No sooner had she finished speaking than Xiaomeng suddenly looked towards the shore: "It really is!"

Xu Meng then looked over as well.

They discovered that the seawater in that area was rotating under the influence of an invisible force, becoming as elastic as ramen noodles.

After swinging in the air a few times, it already resembled a water dragon four or five meters wide.

A man is holding the tail of a water dragon with both hands and pushing it towards the players in front of him.

So the seawater transformed into a giant dragon and charged straight into the very center of the battle!

All the players blocking the way were knocked down and swept away by the powerful current of water.

The man walked step by step along the wide road cleared by the water dragon toward Nelson and Aokiji.

This incredibly cool scene stunned even the players nearby.

A moment later, someone called out the person's name:
"The Flying General of Dragon City?!"

"What was that water dragon just now? Is it legendary too?!"

"Fuck! Two players from China have already reached Legendary rank? That's not fair!"

……

Xu Meng could tell at a glance that Longcheng Flying General was not a legend.

The techniques he just used were mostly skills he learned from the underwater Fishman Island.

However, his appearance still put enormous pressure on the players of the Free Alliance.

……

The appearance of the Flying General of Dragon City is just the beginning.

Next, a steady stream of experts arrived from all directions—some even sailing urgently from Port Royal after receiving the news.

Unlike those who simply join in the fun, the experts rush straight to the very center of the battle as soon as they appear.

By the time Lu Ming and the core development team appeared, the core of the battle group had completely transformed into a stage for hero-level players.

Players below level 10 will die within 10 seconds of rushing in!
"Who will die? Aokiji or Nelson?" asked Zhuang Yu, Lu Ming's deputy.

“I don’t know, but more importantly: what will happen to them after they die?” Yang Jun, another old subordinate, chimed in.

"With Aokiji dead, the Xia Kingdom players who have the upper hand will wipe out all the European colonial forces."

"An African empire, or a republic, or an African union—there will be no more constraints, and the next version will be the full development of Africa."

Lu Ming frowned and stated his judgment.

With Nelson dead, Aokiji can take the opportunity to unify the NPC and player forces in Europe.

"Based on the moral standards set by the boss, he would certainly not be able to tolerate the oppression of the natives by the colonial rulers, and it is very possible that he would rebel against the Royal Navy to become independent, or even launch a counterattack against Europe."

"In that case, the development focus of the next version will become Europe."

"So the key question now is: who dies and who lives?"

(End of this chapter)