The Monster is Coming

Chapter 453 Peak Game
The countdown to the start of the final match reached zero.

Whether it's a player with a strong physique and tireless dedication in a game.

Or perhaps it's because they were exhausted from the previous matches and were already immersed in the game pods, watching the matches live on the official website like millions of real viewers.

All eyes were fixed on the single option shining with golden light on the viewing interface.

After a series of fierce battles, the final chapter of the Summit of Stars has finally arrived.

When the final began, all eyes turned to the arena.

The final arena does not have a random map option.

Upon entering the venue, the audience's view was overwhelmed by a dazzling starry sky.

As the light faded, a breathtaking scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.

This is a divine realm suspended in the cosmos.

The spectators' gazes followed the invisible camera, traversing the vast sea of ​​stars, and finally landing at the center of the divine realm.

As far as the eye can see, there is a magnificent staircase leading to the final arena.

Attentive players have noticed that each step is imprinted with a flowing scroll painting.

Above is a scene from the fierce battle where the Liver Emperor Group, buried in the Emperor's Tomb Mountain Range, took in their first Primal Monster, "Bonefire."

A player faction assembles its elite forces for a fierce clash during their first encounter with the Earthly Bully in an attempt to save the God of Wealth.

There was a glorious moment when, at the beginning of the server launch, the first batch of players worked together to conquer the "Dark Cavern" domain node, which was full of Ironclad Beetles...

From the spectator's perspective, it's like climbing up the stairs.

The staircase stretching to the horizon is like a chronicle of the players' factions.

It chronicles the player's journey from taking their first steps in the Emperor's Tomb Mountains to now traversing various maps and experiencing a diverse array of gameplay options.

The most obvious change is in the transformation of Dizhong Village, from a desolate village with no buildings to a diversified and prosperous metropolis.

Many players have personally experienced the growth of the player faction.

At the end of the staircase lies the final battleground, surrounded by stars: the Star Battlefield.

At the edge of the battlefield, a magnificent throne, forged from countless stars, floats in the air.

Billions of stars paled in comparison at this moment, becoming nothing more than a backdrop to the throne.

All the brilliance in the starry sky serves as a backdrop to the ultimate showdown that is about to unfold here.

Awaiting the legend, to be crowned king.

Space rippled at this moment, and at one end of the Star Battlefield, players of the Giant Beast Stream, as large as mountains, were the first to step onto the battlefield.

They come in all shapes and sizes, and each step they take causes the stars and the earth to tremble slightly.

Next up was the Wound Carrying Team, a source of pride for the Divine Hall Guild.

They were all shirtless, their bronze skin gleaming with a metallic sheen under the starlight. Their muscular physiques resembled coiled dragons and pythons, with a faint golden hue flowing beneath their skin. Every bulging muscle contained the power of a volcano.

They did not wear armor because they firmly believed that the human body was the strongest barrier and the fists were the sharpest blades.

Although standing silently, its indomitable will and pure, unparalleled blood and qi, forged through countless trials of blood and fire, have converged into a scorching torrent, surging forward as if it could shatter stars with its flesh and blood.

Behind the wounded group, the space unfolded to both sides like a scroll painting.

The main magic-based groups of the Divine Hall Guild have all arrived.

They all used telekinesis to lift themselves up, suspending them in the air.

Each member was surrounded by dazzling elemental light, and the energy fluctuations emanating from their bodies seemed to have brought the entire ocean of elements to the starry arena.

This stands in stark contrast to the ferocious power of the wounded battle group ahead.

They bring a different kind of psychological oppression.

At the very center of this invincible legion, a gigantic black-armored serpent slowly emerged.

The God-King, still dressed in a simple black robe, stood with his hands behind his back atop the snake's head.

His figure appeared incredibly small compared to the overwhelming legion of the Divine Temple, yet he was the undisputed soul of this iron torrent.

Just as the pressure released by the Divine Hall Guild swept across the Star Battlefield, the space on the other side rippled violently like water.

The Drunken Guild followed closely behind.

The first to appear were also players using the massive behemoth strategy.

Behind them were also members of the wounded tank... The configurations of both sides were strikingly similar.

This is because they share the same origin and once fought together as a united front.

When the joint battle group was formed, the God King did not choose to break up and reorganize the various cooperating guilds, or forcibly transform them into single-function combat groups.

The complete combat system of each guild has been preserved to the greatest extent possible.

Therefore, whether it is the Temple, the Drunken Guild, or other guilds that have been integrated into the joint battle group, they have all fully preserved their own combat structure.

This is one of the core reasons why the Drunken Guild has been able to get to where it is today.

Before the countdown reached zero, the Divine Hall Battle Group and the Drunken Battle Group gazed at each other from afar.

Beneath the throne of the stars, two heroes stand side by side, the final battle about to erupt.

This moment, worthy of being recorded in history, was captured and saved by countless players, quickly sparking a wave of creative frenzy on the forums.

The forum quickly saw the emergence of many new emoticons and images.

Besides the more serious version featuring the confrontation between the "League of Gods" and the "League of Demons," many modified versions have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

For example, in the battle version, the God King becomes a muscular man with muscles bursting out of his clothes, veins bulging on his forehead, and a soaring combat power value above his head.

The other butterfly, Worsney, was in the same form, and the two glared at each other from a distance.

There's also a version for working-class people.

The starry battlefield in the background has been transformed into an office, and the dazzling throne has been replaced by an executive chair.

The God-King is roaring: This month's KPI (the throne) must be achieved, or everyone will have to work overtime.

Vosni also motivates its employees by turning the epic showdown into a workplace battle.

Various modified images quickly emerged.

But most spectators focused their attention on the ticking countdown.

The moment the countdown to the finals reached zero on the battlefield of stars, the pent-up fighting spirit erupted.

The healing squad of the shrine was the first to activate, and with the God King's command, the powerful blood and qi within their bodies surged and burned.

Beneath his bronze skin, it seemed as if magma was flowing.

The moment the force was exerted, the starry earth beneath their feet cracked inch by inch.

As it ran, it transformed into a destructive torrent, surging forward at a terrifying speed with the aid of its wind-breaking properties.

The gale-force winds generated by the charge were almost tangible, creating scorching ripples in the space along the way, and the momentum rose steadily with each charge.

This unstoppable and domineering momentum, like the most ferocious battle song, instantly ignited the atmosphere of the entire battlefield.

Inspired by this momentum, the wounded warriors of the Drunken Guild responded almost without hesitation.

Although they were once close brothers who charged into battle together, this time they are fighting for their own glory.

Roar!
The same surging blood and energy roared within them, and the same fighting spirit burned in their eyes.

The warriors of the Drunken Wounds Regiment, their muscles bulging like dragons, suddenly pounded the ground, transforming into a second destructive torrent, launching a charge to meet the attack without flinching.

As the distance between the two groups of tanks continued to close, a voice suddenly rang in the minds of the tanking players of the Drunken Guild through the Reflection of Life Soul:
"stop!!!"

The next moment, the injured players in the Drunken Group carried out the order without hesitation.

At the same time, a powerful burst of qi erupted from his body, and a crimson wave of energy slammed forward.

The violent recoil abruptly halted their forward momentum, their feet carving out furrows tens of meters long in the starry sky, finally allowing them to regain their footing.

However, the spectators who witnessed this scene were dumbfounded.

The members of the drunken, injured group, who had stopped their charge and fighting, seemed to have come to their senses.

The guild leader, looking bewildered, scratched his head and then awkwardly said in the guild chat:

"Well... I've gotten used to it..."

Worsney's face was ashen, and he almost threw away the runic weapon in his hand, his expression saying, "You bunch of traitors."

Her lips twitched violently, then she raised her head and glared fiercely at the God-King, who had also ordered his wounded squad to halt their charge:
"God King, you little bastard, you're a real dog."

"Haha, don't mind me, just trying to lighten the mood." The God-King used the Reflection Rule to convey his thoughts.

After a brief silence, the live stream chat was instantly flooded with "hahahahaha":
"I can't laugh anymore. The injured members of the Drunken Guild usually follow the God King. They can execute the God King's orders instantly, it's become muscle memory... Can the finals not be so funny? Hahahaha."

"God King: I think I called the wrong channel... Actually, I did it on purpose (smirking).jpg"

"Drunken Group Players: Boss, let me explain, we really didn't betray you."

"God King is going to make me laugh to death. Level 10 Soul 'Command Opponent,' huh? If he does this a few more times on the battlefield, the Drunken Guild won't be able to compete at all." "Didn't you see that God King also told the Injury Regiment to stop? It's obviously a pre-match joke. They can't possibly play like this when the real battle starts. The two guilds will still be eating at the same table in the future. They wouldn't play dirty tricks on their own people."

This highly anticipated final battle began amidst a series of farcical mishaps.

The atmosphere on the battlefield then suddenly changed.

"Wound 2, third cut in on the left flank." The God King's voice rang out in the Divine Hall Warband channel.

The moment the command was given, the torrent of wounded warriors in the temple deflected as if controlled by their own limbs, and the blood and qi of the warriors at the forefront were connected, condensing into an indestructible arrow that pierced towards the Drunken Legion.

Without needing to give any instructions, the support team quickly followed up, pouring in various buffs like a torrential downpour.

"I've been waiting for you, Rock Array. Watch my mark change direction, Roaring Shockwave." Worsney Butterfly activated his brain overclocking mode, his eyes gleaming.

The members of the Drunken Guild's Injury Regiment stomped their feet heavily, their dark golden blood energy as stable as a rock, and simultaneously stomped down with their right feet.

"boom!"

The visible roaring shockwaves advanced in a fan shape, causing the blood and qi of the warriors in the front row of the temple to surge, but they could not stop the charge.

boom!
Then, the two torrents, composed of pure physical strength, collided violently, like two stars colliding head-on.

The resulting circular shockwave spread outwards, transforming into a hurricane that howled across the battlefield.

In the instant of the collision, the warriors on both sides displayed astonishing teamwork and honed combat instincts.

At the same time, the front-line players on both sides who were taking damage all sank down, their center of gravity dropping sharply.

The bronze-colored muscles suddenly bulged and tightened like red-hot irons, with muscle fibers twisting and bulging like dragons and pythons, and blood and qi surging under the skin, producing a roaring sound like a tide.

Their feet were firmly planted on the earth, their toes digging deep into the starry sky.

One side leans forward, the other leans back; the struggle of tens of thousands of powerful bodies brings the charge to a brief stalemate.

Power erupts in the confrontation, muscles scream in the squeezing.

The wounded warriors on both sides were bursting with power from every muscle in their bodies. Their bulging arm muscles and back muscles outlined perfect lines of power under the starlight. They were all tensing their necks and clenching their teeth.

Both sides share the same fighting techniques and have identical combat characteristics.

"Element sequence 3, watch me release it at the marked position."

The voice of the God-King rang out once more.

The God-King devised 128 sequences for the attack methods of the magic system.

Each sequence is a different combination, simplifying complex skill release commands.

Every magic-based member in the warband can memorize the combination of each sequence.

Sequence 3 is a combination of ink flame and ice mist breath.

As the command was given, crimson and ice-blue runes instantly lit up in the floating shrine magic group behind them, and ice spikes and fire rain began to intertwine in the air.

Faced with this probing attack, Worsney responded instantly.

After the command was given, the Drunken Support Team released their binding properties, instantly freezing the dual elements in the sky.

The guild acted decisively, using a gravitational vortex to pull the double attack back to the Divine Hall Guild.

The commands from both sides collided fiercely on the battlefield like two invisible torrents of data.

"Shoot three clusters, heavy hammer plus scattering coordinates."

"Team 2, use Star Shift to switch positions and protect the support."

"F2345 group, elemental resonance, prepare for chain explosion."

"Light Shield coordinates, defend against a wave of elemental resonance."

Every tactical change was dealt with in an instant. Three years of close interaction had made them too familiar with each other, and every plan was seen through before the opponent could make a move.

The voices of the two commanders rang out rapidly in their respective channels, speaking at an astonishing pace, yet with clear and logical structure.

Both teams of players were able to quickly understand their team's commander's ideas and execute the requirements.

The entire battlefield seemed to have transformed into a giant chessboard, with the God-King and Worsney the chess pieces.

Using battle groups as pieces and tactics as blades, they engage in tactical battles that transcend the comprehension of ordinary players.

The clash of commands resulted in a brutal head-on collision.

"Boom!"

The torrents of damage from both sides collided violently once again.

There are no fancy techniques, only the purest clash of power.

The collision of Qi and blood with the Qi of the body exploded into shockwaves, causing the starry earth beneath their feet to crack and sink continuously.

The giant beasts roared and tore at each other, their claws rubbing against their thick armor and sparking blinding flashes.

The gluttonous beasts behind the two battle groups were operating at full capacity, with waves of life-linking energy flowing from the rear to the front, keeping both sides' health levels at a healthy level.

The clash between the groups transformed the sky into a vibrant, dreamlike space.

Thunder and fire intertwined, shadows and void danced together, dissolution and decay raged... Elemental turbulence swept across the entire battlefield.

Viewers in the live stream held their breath, seeing it as a feast of both wisdom and power.

The commanders who emerged from the two village entrances and the battlegrounds represent the strongest forces currently in the player faction.

They make precise moves on the ever-changing battlefield, and their legions transform into the fiercest torrent, perfectly executing every tactical intention.

Compared to the somewhat immature clashes in the first round, this match can only be described as a battle of gods.

"Ah, I didn't even realize it. How did Worsney Butterfly know that the God King was going to throw gargoyles? It was sent out by Star Shift as soon as it landed. Both sides were throwing and sending, I was dumbfounded. The pace was too fast."

"What confuses me the most is why the Divine Court and the Drunken Food Sect often light up dense light shields on each side, and then withdraw their shields to continue their fierce battle. Is this some kind of greeting?"

"The person upstairs is obviously a newbie. Let me explain it to you like this: Both the God King and Worsney Butterfly can read each other's battle formations. For example, if Worsney Butterfly wants to focus fire on coordinate 3, and after issuing the command, the magic group makes a gesture of raising its hand, the God King reads this information with the Eagle-Headed Demon's perception and issues the command one step ahead, instructing his own support group to release a light shield at coordinate 3. At this moment, Worsney Butterfly discovers the light shield at the focus fire coordinate and decisively abandons the focus fire command that was about to be executed. The God King also reads that Worsney Butterfly abandoned the command, so he flashes the light shield briefly and then withdraws it. It's all about the details of the game, which is why there are often situations where both sides flash the light shield briefly in different areas and then withdraw."

"The commentator upstairs is amazing. You should be the commentator. Those off-site commentators are just shouting and yelling. They don't have any commentary skills except for knowing the name of the spirit."

The comments section was flooded with messages, and everyone was completely captivated by this battle that exceeded all expectations.

As time went on, the God-King began to exert his power.

He began to speed up the pace of his conducting, putting pressure on Worsney through variations in his playing.

Every subsequent command accurately predicted the next move of the Drunken Legion, during which the God-King even interspersed command modes that reflected the rules.

The command pace was repeatedly accelerated.

The Wosni Butterfly's response began to falter, and cracks appeared in its previously smooth defense system.

"No... I'm a little out of control." Fine beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of Worsney Butterfly in her Eagle-Headed Demon Perception state. The God King's commands were like waves crashing against her brain's overclocked structure, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

But the Worsney butterfly also reacts extremely quickly.

She was no match for him in macro-level command, because there was too much information on the battlefield.

Since we cannot compete with the God-King in this regard, let's reduce the amount of calculation.

"According to the pre-arranged formations, battle formations 1-15 were deployed."

As Worsney Butterfly gave the order, a burst of spiritual light shot into the sky above the Drunken Battle Group, and 15 battle formations of different shapes rose up one after another.

A colossal divine form wreathed in flames, a Xuanwu divine form with frost covering its body, a Qilin divine form surging with thunder... each one exuded terrifying pressure, and the divine form's personality instantly took over command of its respective ten-thousand-person squad.

Once the battle formation was complete, Worsney felt a significant reduction in pressure.

The information deluge at the macro level has been divided into fifteen relatively independent modules, and all she needs to do next is grasp the strategic direction.

Faced with this scene, the God-King at the rear of the Divine Hall Battle Group was not surprised, and immediately said in a deep voice:

"Switch to a defensive formation."

The sound echoed in the minds of the players in the Temple of Warband.

Immediately, the Divine Hall Legion, which had been launching a relentless offensive, retreated in an orderly fashion. The wounded warriors, their blood and qi connected, formed thick barriers of blood and qi in front of the battle lines.

The magic-based groups then erected layers upon layers of elemental shields.

The entire legion resembled a retracted hedgehog, shifting into a full defensive posture.

This scene was analyzed in various ways by the off-site commentators.

In fact, the God King's decision was very straightforward. Although the battle formation system could reduce the pressure on command and greatly improve the combat power of his own side, the energy consumption to maintain the battle formation was terrifying.

This is also why the Drunken Feast Group did not immediately launch a massive attack with a force of 100,000 men.

They still want to find opportunities through a battle formation of tens of thousands of people.

The God-King's strategy was to temporarily avoid direct confrontation and instead adopt a defensive approach.

There is absolutely no need to launch a direct attack unless absolutely necessary. As long as we can withstand the onslaught that follows, we can expand our advantage.

Neither side made a wrong decision, but the advantage of the Divine Hall Guild has become apparent.

(End of this chapter)