Global Lords: My Species Can Mutate - Chapter 334 - 332: The Beginning of the Great Battle
Chapter 334: Chapter 332: The Beginning of the Great Battle
The appearance of the mission prompt can be said to be quite abrupt.
It immediately interrupted everything the Lords were doing.
The originally silent chat channel also exploded instantly.
“Damn! Did I hear it wrong? The final mission of the battlefield?”
“I heard it too, it shouldn’t be wrong!”
“I’ve long heard that there are hidden treasures in the Number One Battlefield, and it turns out to be true.”
“What is the Banner of Command? It seems you need this thing to activate the mission?”
“I know this, it’s something you get from killing an Undead Grandmaster, and news of it just came back from outside.”
“Has someone already killed another Undead Grandmaster so quickly?”
The Lords who could come to the Number One Battlefield had all heard about the secrets here.
They knew that there was usually a shocking treasure hidden in the battlefield.
If they could get it, they might immediately soar to new heights, with their strength greatly enhanced.
It’s even rumored that someone once got a High-tier Territory Upgrade Scroll in the Number One Battlefield.
Allowing a Tier Eight Lord to instantly upgrade unconditionally to Tier Nine.
Absolutely terrifying!
Of course.
In most cases, the final mission of the Number One Battlefield is so difficult.
So very few people can get that hidden reward.
This is also why so many top Lords keep trying to explore the Number One Battlefield.
If they knew there was even a chance to obtain Divine Fragments among those rewards, they might all go crazy.
However, from Lin You’s observations during this period.
It seems not many people are aware of this, nor has anyone mentioned it.
Clearly, the appearance rate of Divine Fragments is very low.
But even so.
The title of the final reward in the Number One Battlefield is still highly enticing.
Just like that.
Not long after the mission prompt rang.
Lords from all realms gathered together, forming teams to head to the depths of the battlefield.
The “Banner of Command” mentioned in the prompt is clearly the key to this final mission.
Although the mission did not explicitly state it.
Everyone knew that this item would play a crucial role in the mission, and they had to grab it before the other Lords.
These old Lords are all experienced and savvy, and of course, they understand this point.
As a result, a large number of Lords and teams rushed towards the remaining Undead Grandmasters, causing chaos in the depths of the battlefield.
Almost everywhere you turned, battles and clashes would occur.
Even triggering a series of chaotic battles.
But for now, these have nothing to do with Lin You.
He is currently facing the choice of five Monarchs.
According to the mission prompt, in front of him are: Overlord, Worthy King, Martial King, Renwang, and Lie Wang.
They each rule one of the five surrounding duchies.
Whoever holds the Banner of Command must choose a Monarch to represent them in battle, and only by winning can they claim the reward.
Originally.
It didn’t matter which of the five Monarchs he chose, after all, he wasn’t familiar with any of them.
But the names of these Monarchs made him think of the trials in the Sword Tomb.
If there was any connection, it might significantly impact the success of the mission.
Thinking this, he lifted his head, looking towards the most dignified and silent Overlord among the five.
“I sense the aura of a ruler from you.”
Suspended in the void, the Overlord finally spoke, his stern gaze fixed on Lin You.
Unlike the other Monarchs, he didn’t directly say anything like an invitation, but his meaning was clear.
It was at this moment that Lin You finally settled his thoughts and made a direct decision.
“I choose to join the Overlord Camp.”
Whoosh!
As his voice fell, the five phantoms instantly disappeared, merging back into the statues.
Before disappearing, the shadow representing the Overlord gave Lin You a deep look, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
However, these were just residual thoughts and could not linger for long.
In the blink of an eye, they all vanished, as if they had never appeared.
And the moment the phantoms disappeared, the Banner of Command floating in the air finally fell onto the Commander Platform in front of the Overlord statue.
Then, a beam of light shot skyward.
[Selection successful, current faction: Overlord]
[Once the mission starts, you can be directly transported to the final battlefield through the Banner of Command.]
[Note, each faction can have a maximum of 2,000 Lords join, and they cannot choose, full is full.]
Two thousand people?
Is it really possible to recruit so many Lords to help?
Lin You was stunned, his expression surprised.
Does it mean he can recruit that many to join his camp, and fight against the other four Monarchs’ camps to determine the strongest?
This is going to divide the Lords from all realms into five factions for a grand battle.
By his estimates, the entire Battlefield of Ten Thousand Realms had at least over 50,000 Lords at the start.
Now two days have passed, and based on the death rate in the Tier Eight battlefield, there should still be about half left, more than enough.
But trying to get those powerful Lords to join won’t be easy.
He needs to find a way to attract those experts.
But this can’t be rushed.
Looking at the current situation, the other Undead Grandmasters are probably already surrounded by people, all vying for the remaining Banners of Command.
It might be a long wait before the mission can be started.
“Well, I’ll just wait until the mission starts then.”
Now that he already has the Banner of Command in hand, it means he has the qualification to vie for the ultimate reward on the battlefield. There’s no need to join in the conflicts over there.
Seeing that there are still two hours left until noon, Lin You, with his fully recovered species, leaves the central area to continue hunting demons nearby.
…
In a flash.
Noon arrives.
In the increasingly fierce skirmishes among the Lords, the third beast tide finally begins.
The Lords contesting for the Banner of Command scatter like birds and beasts, hurriedly returning to their territories.
“Damn that Desolate Celestial Realm, they dared to sneak attack me when we were besieging the Undead Grandmaster earlier! Next time, don’t let me catch you!”
“Damn pigs, I almost snatched the Banner of Command just now!”
“This beast tide is such a nuisance. We were so close to successfully pushing back the Undead Grandmaster on our side.”
“It seems now only the Banners of Command from the north and southeast remain unclaimed.”
“Does anyone know who got those three? Share the information, and there will be a substantial reward.”
The entire chat channel is bustling with curses, lively discussions all centered around the ultimate task.
Some are inquiring who holds the Banner of Command, likely contemplating making a play for it.
Meanwhile, amidst their heated debates, the beast tide quickly arrives.
Like the previous two.
The third beast tide doesn’t bring any major change.
For the Lords who have withstood until now, it’s hardly a threat.
After an hour passes, the beast tide ends.
Lords from various realms promptly lead their species away from their territories, hurrying to the depths of the battlefield to fight for the remaining two Banners of Command.
Lin You keeps himself occupied too.
After clearing the corpses left by the beast tide, he takes his plants outside to continue hunting demons, avoiding the chaos over there.
Until dusk approaches.
Five skyward pillars of light illuminate the deepest part of the battlefield.
Several notifications finally resound in the minds of all Lords.
[Attention Lords, all Banners of Command have been gathered.]
[The ultimate task of the battlefield will begin in 12 hours.]
[During this period, all Lords may proceed to the final battlefield and choose to join one of the five major camps of the Banner of Command holders, assisting them in the final decisive battle.]
[Each camp can accommodate up to 2,000 members.]
[The winning camp will grant all its members a reward of a specified type of battlefield treasure, and it will be automatically compatible with their territories.]
Specified type!
After hearing the system prompt, all Lords are stunned.
It means that as long as the camp they choose wins, they can select a type of treasure reward?
For example, if they want a rare species, or a species secret treasure, or even a territorial sacred artifact, they can specify it!
And it will match the type of their territory!
This is extraordinary.
It suddenly makes the Lords anxious.
Everyone hopes to choose the strongest camp and win this battle.
But who can guarantee that the choice will be correct?
Moreover, the prompt is very clear.
To assist the holders of the Banner of Command in battle, they don’t even know who these five people are, let alone who will be stronger.
Consequently, the chat channel sees increasing discussions, messages constantly scrolling by, all asking which faction to join.
After all, there are only 10,000 spots, and decisions must be made promptly.
Unexpectedly.
At this moment, a message suddenly pops up, interrupting their debate.
“Hello everyone, I am Elans, the Second Prince of the Atlantis Sea God Empire, also a holder of the Banner of Command. If you want to earn rewards, choose the Lie Wang camp!”
It turns out to be a holder of the Banner of Command, soliciting votes!
Instantly, the entire chat channel erupts.
“Elans? The second on the kill leaderboard?”
“I remember him, he’s the Sea Race Lord who tied with Michael in the last Battlefield of Ten Thousand Realms!”
“I recall too, he’s the top Tier Eight in the Atlantis Realm!”
“Wow! So strong!?”
The Lords are astounded.
The Atlantis Realm ranks in the top ten of the Great Realms in the Ten Thousand Realms. Being able to tie with Saint Child Michael, imagine how terrifying his strength is.
Moreover, he is indeed a holder of the Banner of Command.
If joining his camp, the odds of winning are remarkably high, tempting the Lords to consider.
“Heh, the Atlantis Realm is indeed quite formidable.”
Just then, another striking message appears.
Another holder of the Banner of Command, Tang Wentai, emerges as well.
“Doesn’t everyone already know who I am? Join the Worthy King camp if you want to win.”
Tang Wentai’s words are very brief.
But the effect he creates is almost as powerful as Elans, instantly arousing a huge reaction.
Eventually, even Michael from the Holy Light Realm and Cyan Phoenix from the Beast God Realm appear together.
“May the holy light shine upon all living beings. Those who join the Renwang camp will receive the Holy Light’s guidance towards victory.”
“Heh! All you say are pretty words, the Martial King camp is the strongest!”
Within minutes, four renowned top Lords emerge, igniting a wave of discussions on the chat channel.
No one doubts the prowess of these four.
Since the beginning of the battlefield, they have always been frequent top ten contenders on various leaderboards.
Even though rankings may occasionally fluctuate, they’ve never dropped out of the top ten.
Their strength is evident.
Even Cyan Phoenix, who is considered slightly weaker, previously relied on formidable strength to pass the test of the Hero’s Certificate successfully.
Adding in the inherent flame talent of the Phoenix Race, it’s hard to predict who will win in the end.
“By the way, what about the representative of the Overlord camp? Why haven’t we seen them yet?”
At that moment, a sudden message inserts itself.
