This Text Adventure Game is definitely poisonous-Chapter 1011 - 473: A Battle Achieved, Ten Thousand Bones Withered

Chapter 1011: Chapter 473: A Battle Achieved, Ten Thousand Bones Withered

The last line of text, as catchy as a commercial slogan, plunged the crowd into darkness.

But none could deny it; many were indeed hooked.

"Rewards, are they really that generous?" someone questioned.

"Genuine as they come!" came the Lion’s swift reply.

"The Ghost Captain can really revive everyone? That’s too outrageous..." another person doubted.

"Don’t believe it, huh? Then I’ll show you a live photo."

Sure enough, a photo followed below. Through a distant perspective, it captured the real-time scene of countless players besieging a female Titan on the Pacific Ocean.

"See that?" asked the Lion.

"See what?" the crowd was clueless.

"Of course, it’s the expressions of these players!" said the Lion. "Take a closer look, does anyone look scared when facing the Titan? Aren’t they all wearing eager and impatient looks in their eyes while fighting the Titan?"

"Like hell we can see that!"

The crowd cursed in unison. The photo was taken from at least a few kilometers away, with people appearing as mere dots in the frame, and not even a microscope would help discern their expressions or gaze.

However, this reminder did lead everyone to realize that although it was impossible to see the expressions, judging from the players’ positions and postures facing the Titan, there indeed seemed to be no signs of negativity or passivity in the face of death. Instead, it looked more like they were actively vying to attack.

These experts were no fools—they would not willingly go attack the Titan and face death unless they were assured of their lives. Only under such security could such a scenario occur.

And so, many finally believed in the possibility of a group resurrection afterward.

And since death was of no concern, coupled with the prospect of gratuitous bounties of experience and life rewards, what was there to hesitate about?

"Have you all thought it through? If so, then act quickly!"

The Lion continued to comment, "In the southern outskirts of City K and near the northern suburbs of S City, there are two Teleportation Arrays set up for those who want to head to the front lines. You have an hour to get to these two places and wait; I’ll take you to the Pacific Ocean!"

Upon reading this, everyone realized that even the problem of transportation had been solved.

"S City is too far. Can we go from Z City?" one person complained.

"Sorry, Z City is not within my service area... but you can contact my colleague @MistAmidstBlooms; that area is under her jurisdiction."

MistAmidstBlooms was none other than Sagittarius.

They were the only two members of the Arcane Association still at the front lines in the Pacific Ocean.

Following Mu You’s instructions, they hadn’t engaged directly in the battle against the Titan but had instead played the role of transporters, as in a large-scale battle involving tens of thousands, the presence or absence of the two of them made little difference. Instead, they put their specialties to good use.

After the post was made, the two of them immediately sprang into action, shuttling back and forth between several cities and using the Dark Teleportation Array along with backpacks to transport groups of people over.

Thanks to their efforts, an increasing number of players flooded the battlefield.

Moreover, the reinforcements called for by Lin Xue from various places had also begun to arrive at the Pacific Ocean, promptly joining the fray.

On the vast sea, the number of players was visibly growing.

"Over thirty thousand now!"

"It’s hit thirty-five thousand!"

"That’s fast..."

...

In the command center, several coordinators watched the rapidly increasing numbers on the data charts, themselves growing exhilarated.

As the player count rose, the battle situation became increasingly stable, and the female Titan’s health steadily declined under the barrage of magic.

No need to worry about running out of space for more players; as those at the front kept dying from God’s Devouring, making room for newcomers.

"The female Titan’s health has dropped below 90%!" came the excited voice over the communicator.

In less than half an hour into the battle, they had already taken out a tenth of the female Titan’s health, over three hundred million hit points, a pace far exceeding everyone’s expectations and much more efficient than the previous killing of the first Titan!

"Woo..."

On the other hand, as the damage deepened, the female Titan started to realize something was amiss.

The scenario she had imagined where she became a god and immediately crushed these insects had not materialized. Instead, it was the insects that kept biting her, and she found it difficult to launch effective counterattacks.

The Titan could not afford to be careless. Sensing this, she immediately thought of retreating.

The female Titan let out a ferocious roar, her arms flailing wildly to push back the surrounding players, and then her wings unfolded. Defying the barrage of attacks, she began to ascend into the high skies.

"She’s trying to flee, stop her!" the commander exclaimed in alarm.

The surrounding players naturally noticed the Titan’s intent and hastily tried to prevent her escape.

Unfortunately, it seemed the Titan was determined to take flight this time, ignoring all incoming damage.

It was then the crowd realized that Titans also possessed a plain but highly practical ability to fly. Once she escaped into the high skies, even if a few players could follow, the overall efficiency of the output would inevitably drop drastically, and whether they could continue to hold her back was uncertain.

"Roar!"

Just as everyone felt at a loss, only able to watch the Titan fly higher, another roar erupted in the skies.

A sphinx-like monster had, at some point, taken advantage of the fog to get close to the female Titan, and suddenly pounced, grasping the Titan’s wings with its sharp fangs and claws, tearing viciously into her flesh.

The Scorplion, as if seeking vengeance for a prior injury, rapidly maimed the Titan’s wings into a bloody mess.