Create a sandbox world

Boom ......

Under the dark sky, the endless plains had been filled with dense black dots, endless beasts collided with the defenders, millions of players were scattered everywhere, and the glow of magic shone brightly in the heavens and earth.

The earth shook, the earth crumbled, and shouts of death became the background ...... This was truly a war the players of the Asylum had never experienced before ...... Vast ...... Raw ...... Earth-shaking.

On this magnificent scale, any player was as small as dust.

"Set fire!"

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

In the back, the rest of the people immediately released their skills and worked together to kill ...... this young warrior did not boast, the level of the team is not high, but the cooperation is indeed tacit.

"Ah! Watch your head!" However, before one could rejoice, one person screamed, the sky darkened violently, and on the ground, a huge shadow swam over.

It was a five-meter-long hornless flying dragon, belonging to a mid-level beast, flying along, spitting out large flames from its mouth, burning the earth.

Some of the low-level players spiked straight away and disappeared into a light, returning to the resurrection point.

At this moment, as the large puff of flame fell, the crowd whose skills had not yet cooled down turned pale.

In the next second, but only a lance shadow behind them stabbed out, accurately penetrating the weak point of the flying dragon's eyes, so the huge body immediately crumbled apart, dropping gold coins all over the ground.

At the same time, a white, warm aura enveloped the crowd, and the blood bar began to rapidly recover.

"Be careful." Lin Tuo calmly said, then swept the trophies on the ground and ignored them, just turned his head and waved his spear, stabbing through the beasts pouncing on his right side.

The few young men in the watching squad were envious.

"Is that a level sixty skill?"

"It feels even stronger than what I've seen in the past, Spike Flying Dragon ...... This outburst must have equipment attribute added to it, or else it definitely wouldn't be able to deal this damage!" In the private chat channel of the five, a boy was sure of it.

Instead, the female hunter rushed over and touched the trophy, her face falling, "This dragon is so poor."

"Speaking of which, have you guys been paying attention?" On the channel, Easton Fort leaned on his greatsword and suddenly blurted out.

"What?"

"He seems a bit rambling ah, like he has no interest in fighting."

The crowd looked at each other, only realizing this upon being reminded.

This strange holy ride was really different, the entire battlefield was in full swing at the moment, most of the players were a bit on top of each other, frantically fighting and dying, but even more so returning to the battlefield every second without stopping, worried about being left behind.

But this strangely named holy ride is not so.

It is clear that the level of equipment are extremely good, but only resist, never take the initiative to attack, and seemingly no interest in experience, loot ...... but its combat skills are frighteningly amazing ......

The third continent as a virtual game, character movements highly free, completely imitating the reality of the extraordinary battle ...... put aside the "skills", combat skills are also the biggest difference between experts and ordinary players.

At the moment, Lin Tuo's gun, precise and swift movements are pleasing to the eye, and the release of each skill is just right ...... but it clearly looks like he is not serious ......

This could only mean that these fighting techniques had already been integrated into the body's instincts and had become part of muscle memory.

"You guys said ...... he can't be a transcendent, right." Suddenly, someone blurted out, "Ground Force kind."

In the team, Todoroki Castle and Kaka's faces changed slightly at the words.

Their fathers happen to be the guards of Vent 6 on the ground, and they are somewhat suspicious at the moment ......

"Just think about it, don't ask questions, it's always right to have a big leg to hold." Dong Dongbao Dao, the rest of the people thought, also, this time the skill cooled, when immediately rushed to kill again.

On the side.

Lin Tuo didn't care about the slightly strange eyes of a few young people, he indeed didn't take it too seriously, most of his mind was also on sensing his surroundings.

At this moment, he has confirmed that the "anomaly" does exist here, and when he saw the "exit" button on the game panel, which was already darkened, his guess became more and more certain.

Just ......

"What is it trying to do?"

The sudden change was due to sensing my arrival? No. ...... At least I'm not aware that "it" is giving me extra attention.

So what's the point?

Had the asylum already sensed its presence?

Thinking about the news, Lin Tuo had a guess, but there was still something he didn't understand.

In the past, both spiritual beings and supernatural objects would show malice or purpose once they appeared ...... But this time, the "anomaly" that lurked in the virtual space was extremely strange.

"What exactly is your purpose?" Puffing a shot through a beast, Lin Tuo tilted his head up and looked to the sky where there was nothing amidst the shouts of death.

......

Time was still running out, and in the virtual space, the battle continued unabated.

In the asylum, there was also a huge uproar.

Although the text message from the Central Committee didn't give any details and only referred to technical problems, the sensation caused by millions of people being "stranded" for a long time can't be underestimated.

In particular, the news of the "government" moving into the third continent made millions of people even more nervous.

People ran home in droves, anxiously watching their family members who were in a state of "deep sleep".

In the building under martial law, all employees are forbidden to enter or leave, and the original development office area has been taken over by the government.

The government has taken over the original development office area and is trying to open the closed "Third World".

Here, too, there was a war going on.

"Node 22 impact failed!"

"Outbound link bounce failed!"

"Local data parsing complete ...... not working, can't connect!"

"Call Interruption ......"

In the office area, the air was full of tension, no one dared to interrupt the crack work, even the two party members who had hurriedly arrived from the first ring could only wait with heavy faces.

Failure ......

Still a failure ......

Nearly every virtual technology expert in the entire sanctuary has arrived, yet they are unable to penetrate the game's black box.

By now, the sky outside the window was mimicking a sunset.

The atmosphere was also burning to the core.

Suddenly, a technical specialist shouted.

"Captured the real address! Trying to connect!"

Boom!

The words fell, the entire office area, the heavy and oppressive atmosphere seemed to have been pierced, the technical chief executive even more openly got up, overturning the chair, but no one cared at all.

A single gaze was cast over at once!

Having a real address, while it doesn't mean the end of this technological sparring match, can be a breakthrough.

Let them know what's going on inside the space!

"How's it going?!"

"Let me see!"

Amidst the noise, the commissioner, who was also in a state of excitement, pressed on the hand-side, safe-like device.

On the screen on the wall, a connection screen appeared.

A light appeared, yet, in the next second, it was not an internal scene, but a figure in a red robe and a crown of flowers!

A figure familiar to all present!

"Anne ...... Hathaway ......?!" The technical specialist was subconsciously alarmed.

Not a cute version of the bootlegger's image!

It's the perfect recreation of the real historical Hathaway!

In the corner, the fidgety former head of game development was busy explaining, "It's the Game Guardian!"

Seeing the crowd looking, he stammered somewhat and explained, "In the game setting, there exists a Supreme Patron Saint ...... is based on Hathaway's design, and this ...... this is the design of the game's Patron Saint ......"

At the news, the people present did not relax, but rather grew more confused.

The logic of adopting the historical Hazelwood image of a virtual character ...... they understand.

But the question is ...... why?

Why does it say "daemon" when I connect to the address?

Well, soon enough, they were done thinking.

When on the screen, Hathaway's image of the Patron Saint of the Third Continent appeared, there seemed to be a light shining in her vividly depicted eyes.

It was as if she was calmly surveying the crowd outside the screen.

Following that, the perfect, majestic face like a god, lips lightly parted and a voice echoed out.

"Is it you, who are calling me?"

The crowd was a bit stunned at this query.

In the corridor, the two top committee members who had been waiting had also walked in, and the moment they saw Hathaway, the man and woman suddenly felt a sense of horror.

Turning their heads to look at the head of game development in the corner, they said in unison, "This ...... is also the setting of the game?"

In the face of the stares, the game director was almost drenched in cold sweat: "This ...... this ...... I don't remember ...... recording this line ......"

Silence!

In the room, instant silence!

At this moment, everyone realized the key point.

It should be noted that virtual characters are not intelligent, and all words are recorded in advance, although players may occasionally find some NPCs to be "humane", but that is just the effect of the algorithm.

It is theoretically impossible for an in-game character to utter unentered lines!

What's more, it's the most important "guardian angel" in the setting.

"Supernatural ......" the male committee member looked gloomy.

The other female member of the committee even immediately opened a magic spell in her hand!

"Hum~"

The magical light gushed out, and in a split second, it protected the few people around it, and the Transcendent guards in the corridor poured in, surrounding the "screen" on the wall, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy!

And in front of the wary and frightened humans.

On the screen, the "guardian angel", almost identical to Hathaway, who had died a hundred years ago, looked down on the crowd with indifference, a hint of disappointment on his divine face.

"Have the humans of today become so cowardly as this?"

Saying that, her silver eyes full of authority stared coldly at the heavily protected man and woman, at the two high ranking council members.

"As it turns out, Francis and the others were right to worry in the first place.

The thick earth is both a protection and a prison, and the long hours are more likely to make the descendants rest on their laurels and lose their ambition, and once they get used to hiding, when faced with a crisis, they will lose the courage to fight it ......"

Everyone's eyes held wide at the news.

Two of the members were even more jumpy!

Francis ...... In the asylum, if not prefixed, the name refers to only one person!

That was Queen Winton of the original Northern Continent, one of the first Supreme Councilors, hundreds of years ago, when mankind first set foot in the Asylum!

And now, why would this "virtual character", a designed "guardian angel" of ...... wearing the face of the historical General Hathaway, say these words?

"You're ...... you're ......" a member of the committee asked in a shaky voice.

However, Heather on the screen just chortled.

"I'm not her."

After a pause, 'Hathaway' calmly put her staff up in front of her and said.

"Now, I think we can talk."

......

......

Desolation Domain Battlefield.

The battle continues, but time has passed for an unknown amount of time.

On the battlefield, people tended to lose their sensitivity to time.

Only the west, which was gradually piled with red haze, was a vague reminder of something.

Lin Tuo withdrew his gaze, the spear in his hand casually sweeping past but not the enemy, and his brows furrowed, only to find that the endless army of beasts had begun to slowly retreat.

Of course they didn't leave, they just gathered on the other side of the plain to rest and recuperate.

On the human side, those armor-clad NPC armies also began to close in.

With the sound of horns behind them, the war seemed to have entered the "intermission" stage.

"Is it over?" Next to him, an exhausted Dongdongbao sat down on the ground and wiped the "blood" from his face, his face not at all as excited as when he first came in.

The rest of the team was even worse than him. The priest called Yaoyao had been hiding in the plain next to a collapsed ancient wall and didn't move.

The girl-like hunter "Kaka" was lying on the ground, panting for breath.

As you look around, the entire plain is filled with players lying on the ground ......

Lying down, naturally, is not death, but just the inevitability of exhaustion after exhaustion.

Tired!

It's exhausting!

Virtual space is connected to the spirit of people, although the body will not be exhausted, but the spirit will.

Fierce fighting, battles, the high concentration of mental energy are all fast consuming the spirit of the players, the direct reflection is that as the battle continues, the shouts from the players are getting lower and lower.

At first, some players would run out of the city wall resurrection point after being killed.

Later on, some players will even deliberately delay ...... but not for long.

According to the "Jedi Battlefield" replica, after a player is resurrected, if they do not join the battle within a specified time, they will be forcibly transported to the center of the battlefield .......

The worst part is that there's no way to quit yet.

Compared to the rest of the players, a few people in the squad were already considered good.

With Lin Tuo, a level 60 high level player, covering them, they could still take time to rest when they were tired and didn't have to worry about taking a breather and being swallowed up by the beasts to lose their experience.

But spare a thought, when the horn sounded, they still collapsed to the ground.

"End? Not necessarily." Lin Tuo silently withdrew his spear, looked at Fort Easton, and said.

"What do you mean?" A few people looked over, and then they heard Lin Tuo say, "You guys look at the time."

The time?

The crowd was startled, and that's when they remembered to call out the game panel, and at a glance, several of the young men turned pale.

"It's three o'clock?"

"I remember coming in around 5:00 or so ......"

"In other words, we fought this copy for over ten hours?!" The huntress Kaka was a bit confused and couldn't help but look at the sunset over the plains, and said nervously, "What took you so long?"

What's taking so long?

At this moment, similar thoughts were floating in the minds of several people.

First, they were startled, then nervous, then confused.

"It's over, there's still class tomorrow so late ......" said the priest called Yao Yao, clutching her staff.

Several people looked at her strangely for a moment.

You're still thinking about this at this point?

That's not the point!!!!

"Still can't get off the line! What's going on? Ten hours without a fix?" Captain Dondo Castle checked the panel and looked ugly.

After all this time, the "Exit" button still couldn't be clicked.

This was clearly not right.

"No, if it's been on for more than ten hours straight, the brain machine must have reacted ah, sent a reminder early, even forcefully kicked the person out!" Kaka climbed up too, "It's not like all the brain machines are broken, right?

Okay, even if it's all broken, but it's been so long, your family must have found out by now. I'm on my own and no one cares, but what about your parents?

How could you not scream?"

The words were all over the place.

It wasn't just them.

At this moment, as the battlefield quieted down and the players caught their breath, they all opened their game panels, either preparing to go offline or checking the battle harvest ......

Spin, everyone froze.

Ten hours ......

When they saw the timing, almost everyone rose to the same level of confusion and realized that something was wrong.

In fact, during the battle, there were quite a few players who wanted to take a break, but firstly, they thought it was a bug, and secondly, the battle was so intense that there was no time to think about anything else in that atmosphere.

Even if someone realized that something was wrong, there was no way to have a large-scale discussion.

Only now, when the battle stopped, did all of them wake up with a start.

"What's going on?"

"Why can't you quit yet?"

"I can't get off the line! Something must have gone wrong!"

"We're over a million people here ......"

On the plains, the sunset is glorious, the smoke is rising, the earth, smoke and fire are still diffused, but an uneasy atmosphere is growing and spreading.

And as the discussion spreads, some new information quickly spreads through the crowd, or panel chat channels.

"Something's wrong with the brain machine or virtual space! All the ones on the line can't be disengaged, and if they are disconnected or forced off, the person will go into a shock-like state!"

The source of this message was the very same company beta-tester from The Third Continent who first noticed something was wrong and thus entered the probe!

Only previously in the battlefield, the news was difficult to spread and only a small portion of the population knew about it.

Right now, as the news spread, everyone was suddenly nervous, and an atmosphere of panic pervaded.

On the plains, the scattered players were still relatively just uneasy.

And within those big guild channels, it was even more noisy already.

On the new area's corresponding city wall, the president of the Glory Guild, who had just finished his city defense mission, was standing with the NPC leader of the city wall garrison.

But his eyes were staring at the information on the game panel and the channel.

At this moment, when they learned of the situation outside, the 1.18 million players were in an unprecedented panic!

What the hell happened?

How long will this continue?

Was it a temporary "glitch" or something else?

At the moment, no one can calm down, and those who have family around them in reality are in a slightly better mood, at least they know that their "bodies" are not going to starve to death.

But those who are out of work, or living alone, are in a complete panic.

If the problem is not solved in three to five days, will their bodies die?

Will their bodies die?

......

"What do we do, Odo?" On the plains, in the small group, the priest called Yoyo had been on the verge of tears, looking desperately at Fort Easton.

The latter's face was also pale, yet he still tried to maintain his composure.

"Don't worry, with so many people stranded here, the central government must have noticed and, perhaps, is urgently repairing it, so we could probably be out of here in the next second."

"Really?"

"Grace! Trust me."

The next, cowering on the ground, the "spicy" female hunter looked at the two in the dark, and suddenly sneered.

"Is this comfort interesting? One dares to say it and one dares to believe it?

Ten hours, that's ten hours, and as slow as the government was to respond, it would have known about the results.

What does it mean when nothing happens for so long?

This is definitely not a simple technical glitch! Be prepared to wait for death if you ask me."

"Kaka!" Xiaodong snapped.

The latter tit-for-tat, sneering.

"What's wrong with me telling the truth? Yoyo has a family to look after her, but not me! My dad's still on the ground! Just left the other day! No one will even notice if my corpse stinks!"

She said she was a bit emotional, and her smoky eyes suddenly reddened as she painted.

"Okay ...... all less talk." A boy beside him advised, then turned his head to look at the "holy rider" sitting next to him, leaning against the wall, slightly startled.

The only thing I saw was that the holy knight who had been pulled into the group and spoke very little was now slowly wiping his riding rifle.

His face was calm, and his eyes were filled with a look of thought.

It was in stark contrast to the surrounding terrified players.

At this moment, as if sensing his gaze, the "Holy Rider" turned his head and curiously said, "What's wrong?"

"No ...... I'm just ...... just ......" the boy stammered," I'd like to hear what you think."

Next to him, the team, as well as some of the people around them, looked over.

Everyone had already noticed this holy rider's quite different composure from the norm.

In a panicked situation, the person who remained calm would always gain more trust and dependence from the others.

"Do I have an idea?" Lin Tuo seemed startled, and then, a smile appeared on that seemingly tireless, jealously skinned face, "Since your heart is confused, it's good to ask."

Everyone was dumbfounded, all at a loss as to what that meant.

In the next second, they saw Lin Tuo slowly stand up, his crimson cloak hunting in the wind.

Following that, he took a few steps forward and arrived at an empty high slope, casually stabbing his snowy riding spear into the dirt.

Looking up amidst the appalled eyes of the few around him, he gazed into the red-hued dome of the sky and spoke softly, swirling his great voice across the plain.

"Now, I think we can talk."