388 Chapter 309: The Birth of the King [1/2]
'Bang!'
The lava that constantly exploded splashed up dozens of meters high. It was like cold water poured into a pot of oil.
It was hot and crazy.
The red mountain slowly sank into the lava.
The pressure in the sky got increasingly soul-ripping, and the flying troops could no longer take off.
No one could escape once the lava submerged them.
The rules.
Richard was in a frenzy.
The sand around him was like the most violent hurricane. It constantly tore apart the enemies in front of him.
"Only one victor in this death match!
"The others would all turn bones."
There were no exceptions.
A few heroes noticed the rapid change in the situation. They had also used all their might to attack.
Alves charged forward on the ground. It engaged in a close-range battle.
Xina's hands incessantly waved the broken steel longsword.
The moment Gunter's magic power recovered, the magic in its hands immediately surged out.
Renee's Spatial Movement caused a series of blood-colored lights to appear.
Everyone had gone mad from killing.
There was only one goal. And that was to clear all the enemies in front of them.
'Boom! Boom!'
A violent sound rang out, and the ground split open.
'Puchi!'
Lava spurted out from the cracks.
The square could not hold on any longer.
This crack divided the death arena fighting ring into one-third of its area.
It was like a power forcefully tore a round pancake.
Lava flowed out of the irregular cracks.
The troops in the shattered zone immediately jumped over the death rift and came to the blood throne.
The next second.
A massive change occurred.
The broken square was like a rock soaked in the lake. With a series of bubbles, it sank into the lava.
The troops that had not managed to escape in time were burned alive.
It was soul-crashing.
When they saw this scene, the atmosphere in the troops froze for a moment before they immediately fell into an even greater frenzy.
The players could no longer care about anything else. They hysterically ordered the troops to attack.
"Attack at all costs!"
They were ultimately unwilling to be eliminated in such a cowardly manner.
Even if one had to die, it had to be on the battlefield!
Richard's eyes grew colder.
Three hundred troops against nearly 30,000 enemy soldiers!
They fought one against a hundred to this extent. Everyone was already like an oiless lamp.
The pressure exhausted their magic powers countless times.
The players' troops were not pigs waiting for the butcher to slaughter them. Instead, heroism led them, and magic supported them. They did not fear death.
One could only imagine the pressure on one's heart to withstand the attacks of these powerful enemies.
The number of enemies was not a matter of one plus one equals two, but a multiplication.
Richard faced 9,000 enemies alone during the Demon King Challenge. Although the pressure was equally enormous, it was a completely different concept compared to facing troops of nearly 30,000.
But the more pressing the situation was, the calmer he was.
Not only did the battle intent in his eyes not fade away. It became even more intense.
"The final victor would be Twilight City!"
Nothing could shake the will in his heart.
At this moment, the players in the live broadcasting room could not predict the outcome. But no matter who became the King of Gladiator...
The sword that Twilight City had drawn this time was enough to shock the world.
Even if fate gave the King of Gladiator to another player, they would not doubt Qingqiu.
That monster wasn't someone they or any other player could question.
"Qingqiu!"
Tens of billions of viewers were amazed at the figure surrounded by yellow sand.
'Crack!'
The crisp sound echoed in the sky.
It destroyed one square after another.
Everyone's living space became smaller and smaller.
They had no choice but to squeeze near the blood throne.
Everyone could only fight in a close battle as they couldn't fly. However, it was due to this the giant's fire and the boiling lava in the furnace were the backgrounds.
The final battle had now become more glorious.
It was like a mural in an ancient church. It was bewitching.
The remaining players' unwillingness, madness, and anger gradually shattered at this moment. And in its place was an unspeakable despair.
Because they realized that even after they paid such a painful price...
"Qingqiu still fought!"
He was like a mechanical puppet that would never get tired. Even now, he still controlled the sand to slaughter everything around him.
The other hero units also made them feel the same fear.
Although the auras of these heroes were countless times weaker, their attacks were still fierce. It was like their power would never dry up.
They had thought victory was within their grasp when they had cleared the Twilight City's troops. But now, it was like a mountain hundreds of thousands of feet tall blocked their way.
Each of the enemy's five battle forces was a mountain.
An indestructible mountain peak.
Perhaps, when they had first entered the death arena fighting ring, they should have gathered everyone to attack Qingqiu!
However, no matter how much regret they had, there was no medicine for it.
"Qingqiu..."
"Even if we die, we must die on the path of the charge."
"Let's go together!"
The last more than 20 players saw they had nowhere to run. They reincarnated and looked at the remaining troops of less than 300 around them. They slowly raised the weapons in their hands.
They roared.
"Attack!"
'Woohoo!'
An elf blew the horn in its hand.
The final voice rang out.
When the other party charged over.
Sonorous.
A dazzling sword's radiance cut through the heavens and earth.
A sharp sword light cut through the dense troop in front of them. The troops realized something was odd. They felt excruciating pain in the abdomen and suddenly took off their upper bodies.
Split into two.
