Chapter 668 Racecourse

The outer city of Pantheon.

On one of the busiest streets.

After nearly half an hour of traveling, Lin You finally arrived here, a huge building with the words "Military Racecourse" written on it.

This is the place that Shen Sikong introduced to him where he could make money quickly.

It is called a racecourse not because it is used for horse racing, but because it refers to any form of competition between related types of troops.

“This should be the right place.”

Lin You turned his head and looked around. There were lords coming and going in and out of the racecourse. It was as lively as a market.

Faintly, one could hear shouts coming from inside the building.

Following the crowd in, after turning several corners, I arrived inside, and a noisy atmosphere immediately hit me.

"Go ahead! Tear its head off!"

"Kill it for me!"

"Good opportunity! Attack him from the flank!"

"The opponent's output can't keep up, cut off his healer!"

Intense shouts kept echoing in my ears.

What surprised Lin You was that there was another secret inside the racecourse. It was hollow and open-air, and extremely large, almost as big as a football field.

A large group of people stood in the audience, their faces flushed and their necks red as they cheered loudly towards the stadium.

And inside the field, there were two large military teams, fighting fiercely and getting caught in a melee.

What surprised Lin You the most was not this, but the composition of the troops on both sides.

There are so many different kinds of people, all kinds of races, and the teams are extremely messy, it doesn't look like there is a lord commanding and controlling them at all.

After asking the staff in charge of registration, I learned that these types of soldiers were actually put together by the lords in the audience.

That's right.

The rules of the game in this venue are a collective melee!

Each lord selects one type of soldier and randomly forms two teams of the same number. Then they engage in a melee on the field and place bets with law crystals.

The lord of the winning side can directly obtain all the crystals bet by the lord of the losing side and distribute them according to the betting ratio.

"interesting."

Lin You looked surprised. It was the first time he heard of such a strange rule.

Each lord sends out a type of soldier to make up a temporary team, and the soldiers are randomly assigned, which greatly increases the randomness of the game.

No one knows whether the team they bet on will win, which eliminates the possibility of cheating. It all depends on strength and luck.

"In that case, please register me for a twelfth-level match." Lin You said to the staff.

"Okay, we'll register you right away." The staff member skillfully recorded Lin You's information and then handed him a sign.

"Here is your number plate. The next twelfth-level competition will be held in fifteen minutes. You can bet crystal stones on yourself."

"The racecourse has confidentiality measures in place. Others cannot detect any information about your unit. If your unit is defeated, it will be teleported away directly without dying. I wish you a happy race."

good.

There was no way to detect his military information, which relieved him of a lot of worries and he no longer had to worry about being discovered by the Pantheon.

And in order to avoid shady dealings, the lord can only bet on himself.

If you want to win, then win with your own strength and contribute to the team you are assigned to.

"Um."

Lin You responded, took the number plate and glanced at it, and a betting interface and military type selection appeared directly in front of him.

This seems to be an architectural feature of a high-level territory and looks very complete.

Lin You thought about it and bet all the two hundred twelfth-level crystals he had.

no way.

This is all he has now, and he snatched it from the Pantheon deacon when he was in the Demon-Suppressing City.

Although it’s not much, if I win the game, it should be doubled according to the random ratio.

By then, if the interest is compounded slowly, won’t you have money?

certainly.

The premise is that his team can win, so he must be cautious.

According to his understanding of the divine realm, the highest potential soldiers of the twelfth-level lords are basically legendary, and even the quasi-gods of level 10 only have 7.25 million attributes.

His royal troops are not much weaker.

So after careful consideration, I chose Qing Gang to be the first to go on stage.

Because Qing Gang's exclusive talent "Command the Battlefield" adds 20% defense to all melee attacks, and with his level 2 quasi-god bonus it's 40%. His 7 million physique is not much weaker than the opponent, and level 10 quasi-gods are not easy to come by.

After selecting the bet and the type of soldiers, he did not stay any longer and went directly to the audience seats to continue watching the battle in the field.

At this point, the battle between the two teams had reached a white-hot stage, with only a few arms left fighting back and forth on the field.

Finally, amid the loud cheers of the audience, one side was defeated, marking the end of the game.

For a moment, cheers and curses broke out in the audience, pushing the atmosphere to a climax again.

【Dear guests, please note that the next battle will begin in ten minutes. 】

[This competition is for the twelfth level. Guests who wish to participate please hurry up and register. ]

The crisp prompt sound echoed throughout the entire stadium.

There was even more exclamation from the originally lively audience seats.

"It's already the twelfth level so soon?"

"Great! I was just wondering how a twelfth-level soldier fights."

"Let's go and grab a seat first."

Because of the festival held in the Pantheon, many high-ranking lords from various forces have come to Pantheon City recently.

Twelve-level lords, who are rarely seen in normal times, have also poured in in large numbers, making it much easier to organize a twelve-level match.

When the other lords heard that the next match would be for the twelfth level, they rushed into the venue like crazy and occupied good seats in the audience seats early.

Some even found those twelfth-level lords who participated in the competition, spent a little money to bet on them, and planned to make a fortune.

This is also a way for them to bet even if they don’t attend the game.

In short, the atmosphere in the entire venue was hyped up to the sky, and the cheers went straight to the sky, almost breaking through the clouds in the sky.

finally.

Ten minutes later, rays of light lit up, and one after another, twelfth-level soldiers appeared on the field and were randomly assigned to the two ends of the field.

The number is so exaggerated that it adds up to almost two thousand.

In other words, there were two thousand 12th-level lords participating in this duel! It was truly a Pantheon festival that attracted so many high-level lords, and even the extremely rare Quasi-Gods were numerous.

"So many twelfth-level troops!"

"Look at those angels at the back. They are so powerful!"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Isn't this probably already above level 7 Quasi-God?"

"And why are the bodies of those Skeleton Kings on the other side golden?"

There were constant exclamations from the audience, and everyone was excitedly looking at this twelfth-level soldier that was rarely seen in normal times.

Each team had a thousand soldiers scattered on both sides of the field, looking at each other with fighting intent.

They were fighting for their respective masters and must not bring disgrace upon their masters! This was the consensus of all the soldiers.

As twelfth-level soldiers, and all of them are heroic soldiers, their intelligence has reached a very high level, and naturally they do not want to lose this battle.

"Master, let me go up next time."

In Lin You's original space, there came the voice of Wuying eager to try.

"No, I should be the one to go up. I can take them all down by myself!" Qianlong's voice sounded immediately.

The other royal families were not happy when they heard this, and they also spoke up, wanting to be the next to fight. The Origin Space became bustling with activity.

at the same time.

On the highest stand.

Several powerful lords of the twelfth order gathered together, looking down upon everything below.

"We are lucky that all our troops are grouped together." A middle-aged man said with amusement.

"How about it? Are you sure you can win? I'm betting a lot this time." Another person whispered.

"Don't worry, with our combined skills, we can definitely overwhelm the opponent."

"Indeed, since we are grouped together, this battle is definitely won."

The words of these people were full of confidence, as if victory was within their grasp.

While they were talking, a reminder finally sounded in the venue.

[Ready to fight, five, four, three, two, one! ]

"roar!!"

At the command, the beast soldiers in the field suddenly roared, and the beasts started to attack, rushing to the front.

Next came the humanoid cavalry troops, who charged towards the opposing troops.

The long-range attack and auxiliary troops in the rear lit up with colorful lights, turning into streams of light pouring out from the sky and bombarding each other across the center of the field.

The magnificent scene immediately shocked the lords on the stage and made them open their eyes wide and stare closely at the battle situation in the field.

In a flash, all the arms were fighting together, all over the sky and underground, and it was an evenly matched fight in the center of the field!

"The battle has just begun."

On the high platform, the two people who had just talked looked at each other and smiled slightly.

As if in response to their words.

At this time, in the team on the left, two mechanical war mechas were suddenly disassembled into countless parts, and then reassembled into a huge mechanical tower, tens of meters high.

"What's going on? How can those two arms be combined?"

"Is this the mechanical reorganization of the Mechanical Department?"

"Isn't it said that the ability can only reorganize one's own troops?"

The lords in the audience looked at the changes in the arena in shock, all of them were shocked by this sudden change.

What shocked them even more was that after the mechanical tower appeared, a circle of terrifying electromagnetic pulses suddenly erupted and surged out towards the entire outside the venue.

All enemy soldiers that were hit had their skills interrupted and fell into paralysis.

Then every 5 seconds, the pulse will be cast again, interrupting their skills again and again.

"Good opportunity! Get rid of them now!"

The lords who belonged to the two mechanical teams in the stands were delighted.

There was no need for any further words. Their troops seized the opportunity, activated their burst skills and rushed towards the opposite side, intending to severely injure them and eliminate them.

In the blink of an eye, the situation on the field changed drastically, becoming almost one-sided.

The people on the platform also raised their lips, showing an expression of confidence in victory.

However, at this moment, something unexpected happened!

Among the suppressed team, a huge ancient tree master rushed out of the team.

With a raise of his arm, a transparent protective wall suddenly appeared in front of all melee soldiers, forming a solid barrier in the entire front row.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Violent collision sounds rang out one after another.

Those soldiers who activated their burst skills and rushed forward were directly repelled by the protective wall, and their strongest offensive was instantly broken.

"This is the Plant-type War Barrier skill!"

"Isn't this skill a single-target skill? How can it have such a powerful effect!?"

(End of this chapter)