MMORPG: Divine Mech Hunter
Chapter 1199 - Chapter 1199 Chapter 119 Without Falsehood

Chapter 1199: Chapter 119: Without Falsehood Chapter 1199: Chapter 119: Without Falsehood The ultimate battle attracted far too much attention, especially for those who knew their family members were participating; they were incredibly invested, hoping against hope for their loved ones to luck into qualification so they could tag along to the Magical Fantasy Planet–an event worth boasting about for a lifetime.

So despite the brutality of the event, which eliminated more than half of the players in just half a day, interest didn’t wane but instead surged substantially.

The officials even opened up live broadcast rights, sharing the footage to allow the commentators clearer analysis of the event.

Generally speaking, each commentator focused on players from their own regions, with a famous European broadcaster paying close attention to well-known European guilds, such as Edward’s guild and the Blood Lion Guild, which were the main points of interest.

The daytime was filled with excitement, but as night fell things quieted down, with everyone selecting what they believed to be a safe location to establish their camps.

Each administrative region had its main live broadcast, focusing on key scenes worth relaying from their specific areas.

Beyond the administrative regions, there was also an overall live broadcast, where all commentators and hosts hoped their area would feature compelling footage that reached the primary screen, as this would certainly draw higher attention and be seen by people across all regions.

However, by evening it was time for rest and respite, and the commentators who had been talking all day were also visibly exhausted.

But then, the main screen lit up, signaling the European administrative region’s commentator to be ready; the European commentator was taken aback, then ecstatic, thrilled to have another chance to appear before a global audience.

Glancing at the data shown on the monitor, the commentator hurriedly said, “It’s night in the game, which corresponds to the morning when we’ve just woken up in reality; unexpectedly, a significant event has occurred at night. Ladies and gentlemen, dear viewers, this is OB.”

“The Legion seen in the footage belongs to the first elite team of the Blood Lion Guild. Friends from Europe might be quite familiar with the Blood Lion Guild, but viewers from other areas might not be as well-informed, so let me give a brief overview. The Blood Lion Guild is one of the eight strongest guilds in the European administrative region, with its chairperson, Blood Lion, also being the guild’s owner and a power that has risen prominently in recent years.”

“And as for Blood Lion’s pursuit of Edward, well, cough cough, gossip enthusiasts can look that up for themselves, I won’t elaborate on that. As you all know, players rarely venture out at night to fight monsters, and the same goes for moving armies; the monsters at night become much more ferocious, and this includes the Primitive Blood Tribe as well. But Blood Lion’s team fears nothing, and now they are surprisingly preparing to attack an outpost of the Primitive Blood Tribe located in a chaotic area.”

“You are all aware of the elimination rate; any team that has made it this far consists of nothing but the elite of the elite. The monster legions in this event all possess a very strong desire to attack, with those daring to take the offensive against the legion being even fewer.”

“However, Blood Lion truly has the pride to back up their confidence. The Blood Lion Legion has dispatched an army of one hundred and fifty thousand soldiers this time, including fifty thousand three-star Silver Elite Abominations, fifty thousand Silver Elite Goblin Eaters, and additionally thirty thousand Silver Elite Gargoyles as an air force. More crucially, they possess a contingent of twenty thousand chieftain-level Witherbarks–something exceedingly rare among players. Each unit is elite to the extreme, and the Primitive Blood Tribesmen of this outpost only number fifty thousand. A head-on clash might give them a fighting chance, but Blood Lion has chosen a tactical night raid, likely to seize the camp in one fell swoop and ensure their military merits shoot to the forefront.”

Commentators from other regions curled their lips, there they go boasting again, but they admitted that the guild’s armed forces were indeed formidable. However, this was a typical occurrence–they too would sing praises about the guilds from their own regions when it was their turn on stage.

The European commentator was impassioned in their narration, but after all, it was indisputable fact–possessing a Silver Elite Legion was already top-tier, yet having a chieftain-level Legion was exceptionally rare, like phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

“Huh, there appears to be another strong military from an African guild lying in ambush nearby. Could it be that the two guilds coordinated this together?”

The image shifted, and the audience saw another troop behind the outpost, with a Legion strength that was no less impressive, also predominantly Silver Elite, and even boasted ten thousand chieftain-level Amazonians.

With a firework soaring into the sky, both sides initiated their ambush simultaneously.

The African commentator also took to the stage, bursting with excitement.

As the fireworks ascended, the Amazons at the rear hurled countless spears, directly turning over a dozen sentinels of the Primitive Blood Tribesmen into porcupines.

On the front battlefield, the Gargoyle Legion also quickly mobilized, dismantling the frontline sentries.

The two teams, one from the front and one from the back, simultaneously broke into the camp. Initially, the battle proceeded smoothly as tens of thousands of Primitive Blood Tribesmen were ambushed to death amidst the chaos.

However, the Primitive Blood Tribesmen rapidly gathered together. After all, they were all leader-level fighters, and a fierce battle broke out between the two sides.

The European commentator said excitedly, “It seems that the two teams have a clear strategy. Use the meat shields to tie them up, and then launch their own elite legions to deliver a full strike; the effect is quite evident. In just half an hour, over fifty thousand Primitive Blood Tribesmen have already lost nearly half of their number. It looks like a victory could be achieved within an hour.”

“That’s not right, look over there,” exclaimed the African commentator in astonishment.

The European commentator also turned his gaze toward that defense line. From the darkness, a series of sonic waves propagated, followed by pterosaurs appearing in view.

The two teams hadn’t anticipated that the Primitive Blood Tribe had reinforcements, or to put it another way, this was the camp’s air force.

Two thousand Pterosaur-riding Primitive Blood Tribesmen caught the Gargoyles completely by surprise. With the disparity in rank and strength being too great, the Gargoyles fell like raindrops in a frenzy.

The hunters riding the pterosaurs were able to infect and mutate. Those killed by the hunters soon stood up and joined the fray.

What caused the two teams to crumble even more was that the over twenty thousand fallen Primitive Blood Tribesmen and their own slain soldiers, accompanied by streaks of blood light, turned into more than two hundred fifty colossal monsters made of assembled corpses.

Each monster, composed of a hundred types of corpses and emitting blood light, held a high leader-level rank. But that wasn’t the key point; their herculean strength and shocking attacks, coupled with their health rapidly regenerating as they killed more, made it impossible to reduce their health points.

Facing attacks from the sky and underground, the two teams quickly collapsed, especially as the Gargoyles diminished, and the hunters began targeting their leader legions.

With the leader legions unable to deal damage happily and suffering continuous deaths, the collapse accelerated. Still, the rule of this region was that summoned legions couldn’t be recalled to the war space before the end of the battle.

The two guild teams, which were initially full of breath and bravado, suddenly turned into dogs of defeat, clustering together and fleeing frantically. The strategy was simple: abandon the car to protect the commander. However, the opposing legion was too powerful; there was no shaking them off.

Both commentators were deflated; damn it, the slap in the face came too swiftly.

“Look quickly, there’s a camp over there with a player team; check which one it is,” the European commentator hurriedly asked the director to switch the feed.

The African commentator cried out, “It’s Starfire’s team, and it’s even the Hunter King’s main force. Now things are really heating up.”

Everyone could sense the schadenfreude in his voice…

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