Chapter 2662: Chapter 888: Three-Day Miracle · Heroic Spirits! Hear My Command!

Of course, the sense of ritual in both playing games and life is indispensable, so when facing such a grand battle, one must attend in full dress!

Those with bat suits should wear them, or switch to the coolest card face as battle attire, to bring their mental state into a heated war state.

As the countdown entered the last five minutes, almost all players had put on their helmets. In the largest base players’ group on the forum, Five Wheels was calling the roll.

After confirming that no player was late due to some real-world matters, he started to motivate his comrades and briefly outlined the battle plan ahead.

In summary, there’s nothing difficult to understand. After reviving, first change into the coolest and most powerful gear, then the combat professionals follow the staff along the central axis of the position to support Sir Morphy while launching a massive counterattack with the mainline NPCs.

Non-combat administrative players and manufacturing players go to assist at the artillery and flank positions. Lord Kudell had already prepared small carrying tubes and Iron Fist rockets for the players. Each person could receive two on average, then start the fire bombing mode after taking them.

However, the last step of Five Wheels’ plan was a bit strange:

"All brothers and sisters with potential release bars over 40%, along with the Blood Vulture Vampire Players and the only Silver Warrior Lord of Macha Worm, do not leave the command post for now. There is a special task that you need to undertake."

"Ah?"

The Ruthless Mantis, who had initially planned to follow Sir Morphy to chop off some heads, was a bit dumbfounded. He privately messaged:

"Bro, what task? Give me a clue at least, I already secretly arranged with Dasaen to capture some highlight moments for me in this action."

"Well, you’ll know when the time comes. Don’t worry, there will definitely be highlight moments for you to shine. Also, let Dasaen stay on the position!"

Five Wheels replied:

"Since he wants to shoot, let him do it well. For three days it’s been the NPCs stirring things up, it’s time for us players to create something significant and declare our special role on this continent."

"Significant?"

Macha Worm asked doubtfully:

"How significant?"

"Beyond your imagination! If it operates well, you might have a chance to enter the Hall of Fame this time."

"Alright, I’ll trust you guys this time."

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Murphy and Kudell were engaged in a battle on the forefront of the Lord’s position with a "back-to-back" posture that could only be described as insane. The two big shots from the Blood Vulture Clan in the melee field didn’t hold back at all, each move unleashing deadly firepower on what had already been pushed to a true "decisive showdown."

The Wolf People army had pressed the attack, with more than five varying-sized meteorites crashing down on the Lord’s position every minute, with the interference from Triss and the Earth Priests unable to keep up with the meteorite impacts.

Most notably, even under such comprehensive bombardment, the charge of the Wolf People did not halt!

The scene at this moment was very subtle, seemingly like a polar reversal, as the Wolf People were transformed into the legendary Undying Spirits who courageously charge forward under the bombardment. The trench areas on both sides of the position had been completely overrun, and General Flandres and his militia could only huddle in the tunnels dug out by the Gnolls to avoid being crushed by meteorites, leaving the continuous awakened undead to serve as the main force on the ground.

Little Mummy and her Moon Cult had pushed the control core of the Banquet of Thousands of Souls to operate at its highest frequency, allowing the Death Psychic Power to flow in a comprehensive manner across the position; each time a life was lost, a body would be reanimated.

However, even at such a revival rate, they were still retreating step by step under the ferocious attack of the Wolf People.

Out of fifteen Dragon Knight prototypes, only three were still operational. The most insane "Duke of Moritz" had both mechanical scythes broken, expended all on-board firepower, and ran out of fuel for the flamethrower, relying only on its own mass to collide back and forth within the tidal wave of Wolf People.

Its outer armor was covered with all kinds of scars, like medals left by countless strikes and chops, and with spirit hits causing twisted and torn battle scars. Blinding electric light rolled in them, indicating some module had overloaded, signifying that the shell of this "Immortal War Spirit" was nearing its usage limit.

But it still did not stop, seeming as if the cold anger was being burned in a more vibrant, frenzied manner.

Mechanical clashes were its battle cry, sparks in gear operations represented its emotions, and each charge and every trampling could delight it; more importantly, the hot blood splattering when an enemy exploded was like logs being thrown into the hearth, rekindling the forsaken life of the cursed.

In such an extreme ground battlefield where bayonets turned red, the gloomy sky was crimson enough to drip bloody rain.

The Master of Hunting descended on this position with a Divine Power field that officially broke through the previous observational limits of Triss. The ferocity of the battlefield intent intertwined with the deadly slaughter feedback was so intense that it allowed the Master of Hunting’s nascent consciousness to exert more real influence on the material world through this layer of divine feedback.

He might have really gone mad.

Because every drop of that bloody rain ignited the most primal thirst for destruction and chaos within life, more terrifyingly, this rain wasn’t just falling on the Wolf People’s side.