Chapter 1702 - 432: Player Migration, Happy Time_2

Chapter 1702: Chapter 432: Player Migration, Happy Time_2

Among them, the Mineral Emperor sat firmly in first place, followed by the Fishing Faction in second, with the Spirit Chef Party players taking the third spot.

Faced with the endless mechanical army, the Mineral Emperors’ eyes sparkled.

They led their avatars, wielding mining pickaxes that sparkled with enchantment, and surged forward like locusts.

The mining pickaxes swung in battle, forming an impenetrable barrier.

Amidst the clinking sounds, a large number of intact mechanical arms, Energy Cores, and even Living Metal were forcibly chipped off and conveniently packed into their Space Bags.

Consider it as harvest from "mining."

On the other side, the Fishing Men also eagerly entered the battlefield.

They sat in relative safety at the back, casting their specially designed fishing rods.

The fishing line slashed through the air, precisely entangling high-speed mechanical hunting dogs or hovering turrets, then these muscular anglers shouted out, flexing all their muscles, using immense strength to forcibly "fish" back those mechanical units, throwing them into their crowd, instantly overwhelmed by numerous traits.

Or they conducted long-distance Rushing Thunder, Dissolve, and a series of Life Soul Characteristics.

Meanwhile, the new players from the new map were quite pragmatic.

They drove their simple, battered vehicles along the battlefield edges, picking up all sorts of mechanical wreckage and other "trash" that players disregarded.

Despite the low gains, they thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

Each time veteran players started a group, in their eyes it was a rare opportunity for easy profit.

It’s much easier than struggling to hunt on their own.

Even the "leftovers" could convert into sacrificial power, significantly boosting them upon return.

Along the way, new players constantly shouted: Make way, make way, garbage truck passing through, brothers, please clear a recycle path.

The waves of counterattack continued as players entered the fray, crashing against the mechanical army one after the next.

Many ancient, fun gameplay styles also appeared in this process.

Just like on one side of the battlefield, a hundred-meter-long Black-Armored Giant Snake slithered over scorched earth, swiftly navigating the battlefield.

Its scales reflected a cold, hard sheen under the dim sky, easily crashing through and crushing mechanical units wherever it passed.

On the wide back of this black snake stood a simple mobile platform.

On top were players dressed in luxurious magic robes.

"Brothers in front, clear the way, the Black Dragon Express is back in action, make way for the advance," the player commander at the snake’s head excitedly shouted.

"Hold on tight, the moving target shooting exam begins." The Magic System players on the snake’s back were equally excited, without needing to worry about positioning or survival, focusing all their energy on efficient output.

The black snake swung its tail mightily, instantly clearing a large area.

The Magic System players on the snake’s back immediately seized the opportunity, throwing all sorts of Life Soul Characteristics at the gathered mechanical army.

During this time, several new abstract factions also emerged.

For example, a Summoning Stream player’s flamboyant operation left nearby players dumbfounded.

This player, primarily inlaid with the "Fear" Life Soul, lazily reclined on a comfortable chair woven from beast skin upon entering the battlefield.

Eight fierce, black mist-encircled Fear Summoning Beasts carried him forward.

Usually operating the "Nightmare Experience Hall" in the Small World, the Summoning Stream player was now putting on a show.

The weather in the Land of Chasing the Sun wasn’t hot, yet to his left, a Fearful Beast was diligently fanning.

Meanwhile, a group of Fear Summoning Beasts opened the way ahead, battling fiercely with the mechanical army’s warfare units.

The Summoning Stream player rested his elbow on the chair, hand supporting his chin.

A small table in front of him held a bubbling pot, the rich aroma of Spirit Food contrasting sharply with the battlefield’s smoke.

"Ah." The Summoning Stream player opened his mouth.

The right-side Fear Summoning Beast immediately stepped forward, picking up a piece of meat from the pot and offering it to the player’s mouth.

The Summoning Stream player chewed slowly, squinting contentedly, observing the battlefield.

"Damn... this guy is way too conspicuous, is he here for a vacation?" One warrior player, having just chopped a mechanical hunting dog, gazed wide-eyed.

"It’s said that on large battlefields, the most vibrant players are the focus of attention, making me feel inferior compared to you talent factions. How are you all so spectacular?"

"I’m starting to understand the joy of Summoning Stream, this is so impressive, I want to rush over and overturn his pot, and give him a punch on the face in passing."

Ignoring the nearby players’ exclamations, the Summoning Stream player lazily raised a finger, quickly condensing a new Fearful Beast from the shadows, filling the void.

Again raising a finger, granting a buff status to the newly emerged Fear Summoning Beast.

After completing all this, he stretched lazily, yawned, looking a bit sleepy.

This scene made nearby players grind their teeth; stirring things up is fine, having the ability to do so is considered skill in players’ eyes.

It’s even welcomed.

In every major free battle, those with stunning operations and unique ideas have a high probability of being recorded and archived in Glory Chronicles, for future generations to admire.

But this Summoning Stream player’s lazy attitude was a bit infuriating.

Everyone else was fighting fiercely, swinging weapons until their arms ached, constantly watching health bars, bravely battling amidst gunfire for sacrificial power.

Yet this guy was "sleepy."

"Wow, buddy, can you respect the battlefield? Respect the mechanical army? They were once our terrifying enemy that left a psychological shadow."

"Exactly! We’re sweating here battling, while you’re there stewing hotpot and yawning? Doesn’t your conscience hurt?"