Thriller Paradise Chapter 977: Super Dimensional Invasion

Although Dream's announcement caused an uproar, as a game development and operation company, they do have the right to do so.

No matter how many people outside express their dissatisfaction with not seeing the finals, there is no way to change this established result.

Two and a half days passed in a hurry, it seemed just in a blink of an eye...the day of the finals had arrived.

November 18, evening, 11:40.

As midnight approached, the number of online players in Thriller Park broke the record, reaching the highest peak since the game was launched.

Basically, everyone who has created a game account in Thrillerland will lie down in the game cabin early tonight and set the login time for sleep mode. There are even a lot of people who work in the night shift, even if they ask for leave, they have to log in to the game tonight, because the final of S2 is a game without replay...

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At the same moment, the headquarters of the dream company, the chairman's office.

Three men in black suits are standing in front of the French windows, each holding a goblet, and looking at the night view of S City at their feet leisurely.

The wine glass in their hands contained a red, sweet, and somewhat viscous liquid.

Whatever it is... it must not be red wine.

"Hehehe...This is about to begin..." Woody said with a smile.

Vincent, standing on his left hand, took it indifferently: "The bureau made by the'Parliament'... of course is not very precise, but it is indeed unscrupulous..."

"Teacher." On the other side, Sid continued Vincent's words, "How do I feel... They can only do this kind of big move because they can't make a coincidence..."

"Heh...Don't be so blunt." Vincent smiled.

"Hehehe..." Woody also said in a malicious tone, "Maybe the Scorched Earth Council is not very knowledgeable in some aspects, but their authority and position are still reliable."

Vincent shrugged, turned his head and glanced at Woody: "The premise of reliability is the absolute right to speak in terms of ‘power’."

"Hey...Speaking of power..." At this time, Woody seemed to think of something, "The guy'Doma'...resurrected in the'Main Universe' not long ago, right?"

"Oh...that'God of Immortality'." Sid continued, "I've been to observe it, and frankly...now it is so weak." He shook his head, "and Compared to when he appeared in our universe more than half a century ago, Doma now... his strength is at least half degraded. Even in the energy-filled plane of the'Main Universe', he cannot return to his peak strength. Up."

"Huh... as expected." Vincent laughed. "Dorma's primordial spirit was severely injured by the original water divine sword to the verge of disappearing. It is not easy for it to leave behind a ray of divine consciousness to escape into other planes... These years, it has neither the support of the "True God Rubik's Cube", nor He hasn't obtained any'power of faith', and he has been sealed in the'low magic' zone like Bunny...If he can really restore his original strength, that's not normal."

"Hehehe..." Woody laughed again when he heard the words, "But, in terms of the combat power of all the forces in this "Twilight of the Gods", if Thomas participates in it, he will definitely become A competent shit-chucking stick..."

Just before his voice was over, there was another person in the office.

Vincent, Woody, and Sid also turned their heads at this moment and looked at the figure.

"Why every time I move near you for an instant, as long as you are talking. The first sentence that enters my ears, "Achievement", is some kind of vulgar language?" Simon looked at his three old friends and said Tucao greeted them.

"Hehehe..." Woody didn't answer this question, because it wasn't a problem. He smiled and said, "My lord referee, you should be busy tonight, how come you have time to come over to us? "

"I'm here to inform you of something." Simon replied.

"Oh?" Vincent was very keen, and immediately followed up, "Could it be...what bad idea does the council have?"

"I won't comment on whether it's bad or not. But it's good news for you." Simon continued, "The council said that tonight, the'punter' can enter the main universe to watch the game." He paused slightly. Half a second. The conversation turned around, "But... you must never interfere."

"Huh?" Sid was stunned. "Mr. Simon, such an important matter... hasn't been notified until now?"

"Just to notify shortly before the game, lest some guys..." Simon said, giving Vincent and Woody a cold glance. "...Make some bad calculations in advance."

"Cut..."

"Hey..."

The two of them turned their faces separately, showing a reaction of three disdain and a seven-point guilty conscience.

"I know, anyway... When you heard what I said just now, you were already calculating." Simon said, "So let me remind..." His arrogant expression became I became solemn, "Considering that the referee will have a lot of work tonight, the parliament sent me some helpers."

"Some?" Vincent's first reaction was to test the number of people.

"Helper?" Woody wanted to ask what the other party came from.

"They are all Titans, I can’t disclose the number of them." Simon naturally understood what they meant, and he replied calmly, "At this moment, they are just like me... ."

"A group of Titans were dispatched..." Vincent thoughtfully said, "...This is interesting."

"Hehehe... so to speak..." Woody smiled wickedly, "It's really no one can mess up..."

"Just for the attitude of the two of you, I will personally and especially take care of you soon." Simon continued.

"Ah, everyone don't have to be so arrogant." Sid looked at the three seniors and said, "It's just a matter of ‘one minute’."

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November 19, midnight, the game world.

The four teams that successfully reached the finals: [Hell Front], [Waste Chai League], [Order], and [Warring States] are all fully assembled and ready to go.

Due to the limitations of the Dream Company, during the S2 Finals of the Summit, all script modes of the server will be closed except for the game mode, so...At this time, except for the twenty players of the four teams , No one can arrange costs.

In other words...all the other players are now concentrated in the landing space, meeting room or mall. Waiting to watch the live broadcast.

At the moment the bell rang at midnight, the players of the four teams turned into white lights at the same time and entered the finals queue.

I don’t know if it’s due to the fact that only this set of queues is loaded in the whole server, the loading speed is surprisingly fast this time. Almost just for an instant, all the load instructions have been flushed out.

Next...the opening CG of the script appeared in front of the contestants and on the live screens in the game space.

[Lingyun Ai Ai Jiukui Lin]

[Blood Rain Xiaoxiao Demon First Coming]

[Sequential causal unit palm]

[Who will judge the good and evil in the world]

In the pitch-black picture, the first four lines of definitive poems sounded.

Some players with good memory remember that they were in the finals of S1 Summit. It also starts with these four sentences.

But, next...

[Mingyuan Spiritual Change of Wind and Clouds]

At this point in the narration, the screen suddenly appears.

The black-and-white shots are constantly switched, frozen on a corpse.

That is not an ordinary corpse, but the corpse of the Necromancer Jiukui...

The nine players who played in S1 are now mostly dead or injured, and a few are still missing.

Beside those corpses, there was a figure standing...

At first glance, it appears to be a human female. She was wearing a white dress, slender figure, and long waist-length hair draped behind her. But if you look closely... you can find an abnormality in her. That is... there is no flesh on the nose and cheeks on both sides, as if the middle section of the face has been crossed off, and the bones of the nose and face are exposed.

[Fighting Devil Breaks Void and Ghosts Shocked]

A few seconds later, the narrator reads the second sentence.

This time, a piece of scorched earth appeared in the picture; under the gloomy sky, there was a river of blood of sulfur hills and a sea of ​​bones.

In the hellish landscape, a magical shadow entangled in black air... is walking towards the camera.

[Four realms time sequence is completely broken]

The third line of poem followed immediately, and the picture switched again.

This time, the camera freezes on a dilapidated court.

There is no one in this court. And it seems to have just experienced an earthquake of magnitude 7 or higher...the ground is full of rubble and rubble, in a mess.

On the wall on the side of the court, there is still a very eye-catching, huge clock...At this moment, the clock face has been shattered; the hour and minute hands...all stay in the twelve o'clock direction.

[The gods fall to the dusk]

After a moment. The final poem came.

Immediately afterwards, the picture turned to darkness again...

"What's the matter?"

"Hey... and then?"

"What about the game screen?"

People think that the CG is over here, and then you can start watching the game.

But... after a full minute, whether it was the big screen in the mall, the touch screen in the login space, or the screen in the meeting room... it was still a black screen, and the voice of the game commentator did not sound for a long time.

Zi-Zi Zi Zi -

One minute later. Accompanied by a burst of noise like radio interference, a face... appeared in the live broadcast.

"Hello, humans." The owner of that face, who looks like he is in his forties, is a Caucasian and male. He has neat sideburns and white cheeks. He also wears a tall top hat and Wearing a bow tie, "meeting for the first time, my dear... Link () is a derivative."

Lin Ke finished his introduction politely, and then continued to use this gentle tone and said terrifying lines: "Maybe you will find my next request a bit abrupt, but I still have to say... …" He paused for half a second before continuing, "Please... die here."

The voice pi fell, and the sudden change occurred.

Just before the players knew what the situation was, a crack appeared on the dome of the game exchange (i.e. mall space)... unexpectedly.

This is not an individual phenomenon that occurs in "a certain" mirror space, but occurs in all phase layers and all areas at the same time.

The spectators who are gathering in front of the big screens in various shopping malls, preparing to watch the game... all discovered this mutation in the first place.

Originally... not seeing the live broadcast of the game has made them very surprised, but what is happening now... is completely beyond their understanding and imagination...

"How is it possible?"

"I'm not mistaken, right...The game space actually collapsed?"

"Hey! What is that?"

"There...something has come down from the crack!"

Some players with better vision have seen...above the torn dome, in the jagged data cracks~IndoMTL.com~There are a dense group of monsters...they are pouring out...

It is a group of tall anthropomorphic creatures. Their body surface is wrapped in a purple and black leather shell. Their heads seem to be alien... they are curved and have long necks; their torso is strong, and their forearms are long and narrow. The hind legs are curved like animal feet, and...their backs also have large wings that are as thin as cicada wings.

[Alert, the game space is invaded by derivative data. 】

【Offline and disconnection protection mechanism cannot operate normally. 】

[Emergency plan is activated, all players' system limits are adjusted to 30%]

【Please stay away from threats under the protection of guard robots and take your own safety as the top priority to take action. 】(To be continued.)

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