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Chapter 1116 - 767 Qualifications

Chapter 1116: Chapter 767 Qualifications

The voice of the man in formal attire echoed through the disk-shaped space.

"You are strong warriors from all realms and races, and this is the glorious battlefield that divinities watch over. Your brave performances will be duly rewarded in this grand competition."

"However, there is just a little requirement."

As his words fell, the man in formal attire stretched out his hands, his body transforming into a wisp of Black Fog. From that Black Fog, a series of eerie images began to flow.

First was a peaceful and fertile ancient city, with smiles plastered on the faces of its inhabitants. Well-armed knights roamed every corner of the continent.

That was the resplendent civilization created by the humans of this world.

Their king had founded a unique system of Extraordinary powers for humankind, breaking the oppression from various races in one fell swoop.

Afterward, that king led the rising human armies to conquer the dragons in the south, the earth dwellers in the west, the Different Race to the north, and to vanquish the Volcano giants... After defeating all enemies, he single-handedly established a great civilization.

In the images, a figure was seen sitting on a golden throne. Whether it was dragons or giants, all races submitted under his rule, becoming his subjects.

Seeing this image, the players’ hearts stirred.

They understood that the so-called king might have become a divinity.

A demigod... or even an existence of a higher order! Under the divine hands, the civilization gradually grew stronger, and the various races also prospered under their rule. Throughout those hundreds of years, some human warriors ascended to become demigods. Although occasional conflicts arose among the races, the entire civilization was developing in a more beautiful direction.

However, the next image was of a bloody battlefield.

The king on the golden throne disappeared one day. As the supreme existence of this world, he vanished without a trace. The land he protected began to witness all kinds of strangeness. A great number of beings were gradually infected with madness, turning into irrational beasts.

This tore apart the stable civilization that had lasted for hundreds of years in an instant.

With the king who had suppressed the various races gone, the conflict between them became irreconcilable, and wars subsequently erupted.

The mighty human demigods, eager to replicate the deeds of the human king, led their most powerful elite troops on expeditions to Reforge the empire once more.

However, after hundreds of years, the races had already become much stronger than before. Among the dragons, there was the emergence of the Dragon Clan, powerful enough to contend with demigods, and some forces had even created living weapons capable of slaying gods. They might have harbored ulterior motives long ago...

After a bloody great battle, the human demigod ultimately perished in the siege. The hope of humankind was finally extinguished. However, the demigod’s counterattack before death also plunged the various races into hardship, suffering heavy losses in the subsequent wars.

Up to now, the races no longer possess their former splendor. At the same time, ever since losing the protection of their king, the land has fallen under the influence of some unknown entities and is gradually heading toward decline.

The knights who once wandered every corner of the continent have also become deadly weapons of slaughter. The areas inhabited by the various races have turned into dangerous Restricted Areas.

The sudden disappearance of that king plunged the entire world into a deep abyss. Why did that king disappear? Was he killed by the Evil Gods, or did he flee? Or... was this his plan all along?

This, then, is the battlefield for this session of the Hundred Generals Trial Sword. This place is extremely dangerous but also filled with opportunities. That once brilliant Civilization, after all, left behind quite a few inheritances. If there were no time constraints, probably many players would thoroughly explore the continent.

"The so-called requirements are actually the qualifications for all of you to enter Hundred Generals City," said the man in the top hat, his voice emanating from the Black Fog.

"Qualifications?" A player spoke up, "What do you mean?

There was a sizable number of players participating in this Task, around seven hundred. But there were only a hundred slots available for the Hundred Generals. On average, only one in seven players could enter Hundred Generals City. Clearly, the so-called qualifications were extremely important.

"That would be the King’s Medal. Once you possess three medals, you can enter Hundred Generals City," laughed a voice from within the Black Fog, as the fog once again projected an image. It was a giant over ten meters tall, walking through the forests with its thick fur. Then the picture flashed by, and a black knight, exceptionally tall on a warhorse, appeared. After that, the scene changed again to a dragon... lying low in a cave.

"In this world, powerful and dangerous creatures possess King’s Medals. After slaying them, a medal will spawn beside their bodies."

"So, you’re saying we have to go around this world, find and hunt down three of these powerful beings to possibly get into Hundred Generals City?" a player summarized, "Seems like it’s all about luck. Obviously, you’re not going to tell us which creatures have the King’s Medals. There’s a good chance, after we finally defeat a powerful foe, it won’t drop a medal."

"And... we have to be faster than others. There are only a hundred spots available, first come, first served," another player responded indifferently, "Even if we manage to collect three medals, we’ll still lose our qualification if we don’t reach Hundred Generals City in time."

"Of course, that is also one of the challenges of this competition. You need to gather the medals quickly and be one of the first hundred to reach Hundred Generals City to participate in the competition. However, there is another way, even more efficient," the Black Fog churned and then said eerily, "After all... you are all powerful and dangerous creatures as well. And even if you get the medals and put them in your backpack, they will appear on your body when you die."

This made many players’ faces twitch slightly.

"Heh..." Some players scoffed.

"How treacherously cunning," thought Li Changhe. This top-hatted man was actually hinting from the side that players could also obtain King’s Medals by killing each other.

Moreover, once a player died, the King’s Medals hidden in their backpack would be dropped. This was essentially encouraging players to rob each other.

Compared to scouring the world for indigenous monsters with King’s Medals, players were obviously easier to find.

After all, the players were basically all heading towards Hundred Generals City.

Li Changhe could already predict that once in the world, many players would head straight for Hundred Generals City and near its surroundings, they would collaborate to ambush approaching players. Assailing the others while at the same time, seizing the King’s Medals they had collected.

Just based on the rules alone, the Hundred Generals Trial Sword wanted players to fight to the death; it was indeed supremely sinister.

As Li Changhe mulled over this, he noticed Little Red Riding Hood approaching him.

And following her... Cowboy Bro.

Damn, it’s Brother Dong!