People in Terra, governing a weird little country

In this situation, let alone the finals of the International Games, if the reaction is slower, everyone in the city will probably be sent to play the resurrection match!

But the infected don't care.

They do not belong to this city. They are the abandoned children of this city, garbage living in the dark and damp sewers. Now they are plunging the entire city into darkness. They have no psychological burden.

After all, the environment that Grand Knight Leader Cavalelia is in now is the scene they are accustomed to at night in Plot Zero.

It’s just to let these “city people” feel it a little bit.

They had completed their mission and only hoped to get the agreed reward and then evacuate. The high concentration of Originium made people very uncomfortable. If they stayed here for a long time without wearing protective clothing, their mineral sickness would undoubtedly worsen.

An unclear voice came from the other side of the intercom:

"The stuff is at the courier station five kilometers outside the city."

The leading infected person had a blank expression on his face. It was okay. At least this businessman was trustworthy.

However, this is probably because they are also afraid that they and the remaining infected people will "explode" in this control room.

In that case, the switch will undoubtedly suffer irreversible damage. If we are unlucky, it will cause a series of explosions in the power reactor. Haha, tomorrow's Terra headlines will probably be about the "biggest fireworks" set off by Casimir to celebrate the closing of the International Games.

After putting away the intercom, he called on other infected people who had also heard the contents of the intercom to prepare to evacuate, but noisy sounds were already coming from the door.

It was coming much faster than he had expected and than the “reporter” had promised!

Walking into the building in the chilling darkness, Charne felt a little panic for the first time.

After returning to the Chamber of Commerce, he immediately applied to the higher authorities, trying to have the Chamber of Commerce internally investigate the "reporter". However, after he submitted the application, he realized that it would never be approved.

Because the rotating chairman of the board meeting this week is "Reporter".

He tried to contact directors from other factions and tried to stop the "reporters", but the directors were skeptical about this. They thought the so-called meeting was a place to shirk responsibility. Arresting a director was an extremely sensitive decision for them, and every second of their thinking wasted precious and critical time.

It was not until Charney threatened to inform the Supervisory Board of the matter that the directors finally gave in and rejected Charney's proposal to control the "reporters". They simply dispatched the No-Hero League to guard the control room with Charney.

But he was still a step late.

Charne was annoyed. If the directors had been less procrastinating and hesitant, and if there had been someone who could stand up, make a decision and take responsibility, and if there had been one decision that was right, they would have been able to make it in time.

But now...

The group of infected people who committed heinous crimes had been trapped in the control room by the reinforcements he brought, and they had no choice but to surrender.

But at this point, what's the point of catching them?

In the dead silence, Charne seemed to be able to hear the loud noise of the four-city joint circuit breaker being decoupled, the puzzled discussions in the Tianma Arena, and the announcement that the International Games were forced to be suspended.

all gone!

game over!

Chapter 448: The world is in chaos? The situation is very good!

Casimir, the Grand Knight Leader Kavaleriyaki who is performing the Quarter-Division, Pegasus Arena.

One minute after the four-city meltdown accident.

it's dark.

People didn't realize what was happening at first. Mauna's Originium skill still emitted a dazzling but not glaring light of pale gold in the arena, and the extinguishing of the lights in the entire arena was more often regarded as a grand special effects show arranged by the Executive Committee of the International Games Conference.

After all, Mainna's light was not that dazzling under the spotlight in the venue. But when all the lights were turned off, that light became the only beacon in the darkness. The surrounding environment centered on Mainna, which it illuminated, naturally became the focus of the whole venue.

Many professional knight competition connoisseurs have seen this scene and could not help but take out their own terminals to type out their praises for this "unique creativity".

[Sometimes, the illumination of countless lights with ulterior motives is not as eye-catching as a beam of light without any background in the darkness.]

After them, many Casimir people who also came to watch the game took out their terminals.

Such a rare scene, such a grand scene, such an unexpected but surprising lights-out arrangement, being able to see such a scene, even if you die, it will be worth the price of the ticket!

How can you not take a photo, record a video, check in, and send it to your relatives and friends to show off?

People generally do not realize the seriousness of the problem until they suddenly discover that when they have taken a photo, recorded a video, and are ready to click send, the signal in the upper right corner of the terminal has all turned into a big "x".

No signal.

Then, someone raised the belated question:

"How is this going?"

"How is this going?"

This is also the question that Russell wants to ask from the bottom of his heart.

She could swear on her conscience that she had never arranged such a drama. Could this be a temporary move made by the Chamber of Commerce?

Russell knew that this idea was probably just self-consolation. Faced with the various staged successes achieved by the Supervisory Committee in utilizing the International Games, the Business Federation was indeed motivated to make such a break-the-rules, desperate move.

But what's the point?

What’s the point of cutting off the power to the arena?

Although the arena was pitch black, Mainna's Originium skills could still bring some light. They couldn't secretly send someone to the stage to give Mainna stimulants, could they?

Besides, even if he was injected with stimulants, what would happen? Russell was confident in the strength shown by Jeston. First he killed Zhongyue, then he defeated Fremont. If Cyril Linguang was revived, he might still have the strength to fight. But now it was Mainna and Jeston who were on the field. How could Mainna resist him?

She comforted herself like this, but little Maria, who was standing behind her and also watching the game, noticed that from the beginning, her grandfather's comrade-in-arms, the current Grand Knight Commander of the Supervisory Council, had never turned around or raised his head.

She didn't want to think about it, nor did she dare to think about the worst outcome.

But the fact is that there is no room for provocation.

Three minutes after the accident, four cities were shut down.

The guard pushed the door open and entered, his anxious tone revealing the knight's panic:

"Your Excellency, Grand Knight Commander! Something terrible has happened!"

"The core power reactor was attacked by an unknown attacker and has now been forced to shut down! The entire Knight Territory is experiencing a power outage. We..."

"Ho-"

Russell raised his head with a deathly pale face, took a deep breath, and uttered a miserable sound from his throat that almost suffocated him.

"We are going to be in big trouble."

"Big trouble! We're going to be in big trouble!"

The Chamber of Commerce headquarters was bustling with activity.

It is now five minutes after the four-city meltdown incident.

The directors had never felt themselves so full of energy and strength.

The headquarters of the Casimir Chamber of Commerce, a 64-story Casimir landmark building, is known as the heart of the economic activities of the entire Grand Knight Territory and even the entire Casimir. Its board of directors' meeting room is located on the 36th floor, which was originally a middle floor, neither high nor low.

But that is based on the assumption that there is an elevator and it is functioning normally.

And now, the entire building is also in a power outage.

The directors had never hated having to set up a meeting room on the 36th floor so much. It was a nightmare for those directors who were not on the board but rushed over after receiving the news.

What is even more nightmarish is that the directors already present in the meeting room will not wait for them at all.

"We're in big trouble."

The chairman of the Red Wine News repeatedly emphasized their current situation.

The Great Knight has caused a power outage in the entire city, and the economic losses brought to the Chamber of Commerce will be calculated in billions. Under normal circumstances, this amount of money would be enough to cause serious damage to any director - although the directors are rich, not every director is a tycoon, and not every tycoon can take out billions of dollars in liquid funds at any time and anywhere.

But nowadays, money has become the issue that everyone cares least about.

"The underground control center has not been liberated yet?"

"There's a group of infected people stuck inside! They refuse to come out!"

"Infected? How did those beasts get in there? How did they get in?!"

"Why worry about so much? Attack now! The power supply must be restored immediately, otherwise..."

"What's wrong with your brain? If we really force an attack and a group of infected people die in the power reactor control room, what kind of reaction will it cause? Don't you know?!"

"I.....What should we do now?!"

"If I had known this, I should have listened to Charnei, that damn 'reporter', damn it, he really made us suffer!"

The world is a huge makeshift troupe, and every actor who is put on stage has not thought about his role and lines. The directors are talking noisily, but at this moment, no one is still desperate enough to come up with an idea.

Until the chairman of the Red Wine News spoke again:

"At this point, let's first clarify our purpose."

"First, we must restore the power supply to the Great Knight Territory as quickly as possible to avoid any problems with the city's connection. Once the land of the mobile city is torn out of control, it means that the remaining cities will be left in the wilderness in the best case scenario. In the worst case scenario... they will crash into us!"

The collision of mobile cities was an unheard of accident that existed only in theory during the crystallization era when Originium energy was discovered, applied, and gradually matured.

No one knows what kind of disaster it is, and no one knows what the colliding moving cities will look like if such a disaster really happens.

The directors of the Business Federation love adventures, and they are willing to try deals that may threaten their lives for the sake of profit. But this does not mean that they want to be the first guinea pigs of this era to try the "unprecedented path", nor do they want to write their names and the names of the Business Federation into the popular knowledge textbooks of every child in Terra in this way!

"So, let those infected people out."

"Tell them to leave quickly, and then we will restore the power supply. We will deal with the rest later."

"I hope we still have a future."

"I hope Casimir still has a future."

In the Pegasus Arena, the box was completely dark.

Candle Knight Viviana lit the candle. In this dark environment, this tool that had almost been eliminated by Casimir and was only used to decorate the facade and show retro elegance became the most valuable treasure after the collapse of modern society.

The flickering candlelight reflected the different expressions of the three people in the box.

Viviana finally realized that people recognized her not by her face, but by the pair of antlers that were particularly eye-catching in the Great Knight's collar, so she took off the ugly mask.

There was a fading surprise and slowly emerging worry on her face, which was exactly the same as the reaction of the vast majority of the audience in the audience at that moment.

It is now the eighth minute after the four-city meltdown accident.

Darkness will stretch people's perception of time, and the anxiety brought by the terminal losing signal will further amplify the torturous feeling of living day by day. At this moment, someone finally realized that no matter how long the special effects are, they will not last for nearly eight minutes without stopping.

"Is....what happened?"

She murmured softly, and Hinterea beside her immediately turned her gaze to Ernst.

She heard Ernst's whisper just now.

That was obviously not a real blessing, but rather a bit of irony.

"It was an accident, no doubt about it."

Hintlaya Road,

"There was no signal at the terminal, the lights were off, and I just saw the staff inside the arena running. They obviously didn't know what was going on."

Even though her political sense was not as sensitive as Vina and Holhaiya's, Xinteleya could make an accurate judgment at this moment:

"I'm afraid this is beyond the expectations of the Supervisory Council and the Business Federation. Casimir is in big trouble."

Ernst nodded seriously, acknowledging her judgment.

He didn't know exactly what happened in the Great Knight Territory, but he was very sure that there was undoubtedly an accident in the final.

After being in Terra for so long, Ernst was almost accustomed to all kinds of accidents, some good and some bad, some that turned out to be a blessing in disguise and made people laugh, and some that turned out to be a sudden turn and almost scared the person into cardiac and respiratory arrest.

But no matter what, some things cannot be allowed to happen accidentally.

For example, the final of the first International Games.

This is no small matter. The Universal Games borrowed the name of the Universal Summit and represents the reputation of the Universal Summit. For the Universal Summit, which is committed to building Terra's "the new order", any accidents in the Universal Games will affect the influence and appeal of the Universal Summit in the future.

Not to mention, even if we don't consider the future World Summit, how many countries have sent representatives to this World Games alone?

Indeed, compared to the World Expo that Ernst gave so much face to, the important guests of the World Games, strictly speaking, were only the Duke of Castor and Ernst, but there were also representatives from many countries.

It takes a certain amount of courage to host such a large-scale sports event and then make a fool of yourself in front of people from so many countries!

Besides, making a fool of oneself is a small matter. If this accident involves personal safety issues...

As Ernst said: "May Casimir still have tomorrow."

"Boss, things are starting to get chaotic down there!"

Xinteleya stood in front of the French window, looking down at the audience seats that had already begun to stir. Security personnel were moving back and forth, but compared to the tens of thousands of spectators who were already ignited with anxiety, even if the number of people was doubled, it would still be stretched.