Chapter 243 [Supplementing Characters]
On the sixth day of the completion period, most of the top teams in the dungeons had successfully reached the twentieth floor of the Black Tower.
According to a rough estimate by a data expert outside the live stream, the survival rate of all challengers at this point in time is about one in 150,000, which means there are probably only about a thousand challengers left on the entire server.
During this period, a series of unexpected and shocking events occurred.
First, without any system notification, all the instances began to merge randomly.
Although only a few were initially merged, if the current trend continues, the 100-player dungeon will definitely turn into a massive online battle across the entire server!
Secondly, also without any system notification, the tower climbing competition was suddenly suspended without warning, and they also received an investigation notice from the game monitoring committee.
The task completion time on the task panel suddenly stopped, making them realize that this was not part of the level design, but that something had really happened that even the system had not anticipated.
Of course, most of the survivors who have made it this far are shrewd and won't just obediently wait to be arrested.
After a brief period of shock and anxiety, they quickly calmed down, each using their own methods to evade the search by the kingdom's soldiers and citizens, secretly contacting and cooperating to cope with any eventuality.
At that time, the player groups that challenged the levels could be roughly divided into three categories.
One type is the Iron-Blooded Redemption Party.
These players have varying combat abilities, and upon discovering the dungeon fusion, they immediately joined the record [9], the current First Apostle.
The number of people accounts for approximately 50% of the total.
One type consists of lone wolves or private mercenary groups focused solely on completing the trial. They distrust other organizations or individuals, especially established and popular streamers and guilds, and thus choose to go it alone. They are more concerned with the points they can earn from this trial than with the future of humanity; their motives are relatively pure.
Those who are weaker and lack support from their companions are mostly eliminated at the beginning. Therefore, this type of person has outstanding combat power but is few in number, accounting for about 5% of the total.
The last category, which also accounts for a relatively large proportion of players, includes those with ulterior motives, those who are indecisive, and those who are cunning and loyal.
Its purpose is not to pass this trial, but to—
Bang!
The attacker fell heavily to the ground, his face still showing the fear he had felt before his death.
The player, caught off guard by the sudden attack, was completely unaware until a loud thud came from behind him. He then realized he had just escaped a disaster and looked at the group of people who had come to his rescue with a mixture of surprise and disbelief.
They were all dressed in military training uniforms, with five-clawed golden dragons embroidered on their shoulders. They had regular features, strong muscles, and their backs were so straight it looked as if they had been drawn with a ruler.
However, it is more unforgettable than his appearance, his imposing aura, a blend of strength and tenderness.
After dealing with the attackers, two of them stepped forward. One verified the player's identity information, while the other raised his hand to use a skill.
As the fluctuations from the identification skill spread, the expressions of the other onlookers suddenly changed, because the attacker did not have a physical form, but instead revealed a bright white stream of data all over his body.
Those who have encountered the same situation are familiar with this—this attacker was actually a henchman of the system!
However, this is not an ordinary location, but a special safe zone created by a player using their skills, with a level of protection similar to a player lobby where players cannot be harmed.
Now that the system has actually extended its reach here, how could they not be horrified?
Immediately, someone tensed up and jumped up, scanning the surroundings: "These bastards, drag them all out!"
Seeing that his identity was about to be exposed, the traitor hiding in the crowd immediately stopped pretending and flashed his weapon at the nearby players. With two muffled thuds, white knives went in and red knives came out. Curses and screams filled the air, and a bloody battle broke out!
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