Chapter 1703 - 432: Player Migration, Happy Hour_3

Chapter 1703: Chapter 432: Player Migration, Happy Hour_3

"Bro, tone it down, acting too cocky will get you struck by lightning." An assassin player passed by in stealth, panting as he criticized.

Facing the crowd’s accusations, the summoning stream player merely half-opened his eyes slightly, then closed them again:

"Got it, let’s talk when I wake up."

The nearby players, driven mad by him, were speechless.

But this summoning stream player soon faced retribution.

On a chaotic battlefield, relying on fear summoning beasts alone was clearly not absolutely safe.

Just as the fear beasts were lifting him over a piece of scorched earth recently cleared by spells, a sharp whistling sound suddenly attacked.

Boom!

A sturdy beacon spear landed beside him, kicking up a fierce gust.

The sudden attack exceeded the reaction speed of the fear beasts.

Several fear beasts were vanquished on the spot, the floating platform tilted instantly, and the hot pot soup spilled over.

The beacon spear shattered at this moment.

The dense figures of "Iron Soul Breakers" appeared, shoulder cannons instantly deployed, and a fierce offensive swept towards the summoning stream player closest to them.

The somewhat panicked summoning stream player scrambled up, only to be vaporized by the dense assault, dissipating into mist.

The summoning stream player, who was just arrogant, exited without any warning.

The battlefield fell into a momentary silence in this small area.

Next.

"Yes!!!"

Someone shouted first in the regional channel, filled with irrepressible joy.

The next moment, cheers and schadenfreude spread, even overshadowing the sounds of battle not far away.

"Nicely done, Iron Soul."

"Hahaha, acting cocky got him struck, feels good! If Iron Soul didn’t do it, I would have."

"That was satisfying, now he really has to wake up to talk, go queue up in the Little Black House."

Some players even clapped on the spot.

A sense of satisfaction from "the villain being punished" flowed among the players.

While it’s sad when a fellow player is killed, when it’s such an obnoxious fellow being disciplined, all that’s left is joy.

As time passed, the war formally entered the players’ time of free expression.

No unified command, only extreme chaos.

Every player faction participated in this battle against the Mechanical Army in their most skilled and joyful ways.

The precise and efficient killing logic of the Mechanical Army frequently misjudged player behavior.

Because previously, the Mechanical Army had collected no data related to the Player Clan.

And the Mechanical Army’s judgment logic is based on big data.

First, the determination of life structure.

Determining whether the opponent is a flesh system life, mechanical system life, spiritual system life, elemental system life, etc.

For players, the scan concluded: flesh system life.

Based on the first determination, the second determination is behavior pattern analysis.

Based on known flesh life behavior, the logical expectation assumes that flesh life has a strong survival instinct.

When suffering fatal damage, they will proactively avoid, retreat, or enter a defensive state.

Individual energy reserves are limited; after high-intensity combat, they inevitably enter an exhaustion phase.

The social structure has core nodes (leaders), whose destruction can lead to a breakdown in group morale.

In reality, in free war mode.

When facing deadly attacks, players often choose to withstand them head-on, even launching more intense suicidal attacks at the brink of destruction, just to earn more sacrificial power before heading to the Little Black House.

And the player energy determination, as players use potions and energy absorption for replenishment, they almost never reach an exhaustion phase.

Energy release analysis obtained from scans alone could not yield effective answers.

Subsequent evaluations include threat level assessment, tactical countermeasures, and more.

But the Mechanical Army’s logic is based on rationality, efficiency, and survival instinct.

Whereas the core driving force of player behavior is experience, fun, and a fearlessness of death.

Before the Mechanical Army collects enough player information to build an effective countermeasure database, logic used on other races is meaningless to players.

In the face of players’ "Turtle Fist," the Mechanical Army was completely suppressed in the initial encounters.

The steel torrent clashed with an infinitely vibrant kaleidoscope of chaos, both also fearless of death.

During this phase, the price of enhancement potions in the shop skyrocketed.

Players’ counter-attacks soon pressed the Mechanical Army towards the direction of the Wailing Stone Forest.

But the Mechanical Army’s new round of war intensity assessment was also completed at this time, and new feedback was sent to the rear.

Not long after, the sky suddenly darkened.

A low hum came from above, overwhelming all the battlefield noise.

Next second, players witnessed what it means for the sky dome to fall.

This time, it wasn’t a rain of beacon spears coming.

Countless irregularly shaped dark cubes tore through space, crashing down with crushing momentum.

Upon contact with the ground, they rapidly expanded, forming space rifts hundreds of meters high.

It was as if massive eyes suddenly opened on the earth, far surpassing the space rifts previously torn by "beacon spear capsules."

Even more terrifying mechanical torrents gushed out from the rifts.

"Trampler" war units, over eighty meters tall and shaped like giant scorpions, debuted first, their torso bristling with cannon muzzles like a beehive, each volley unleashing a metal storm.

Countless "Predator" flying devices swarmed like migrating locusts, shading the already dim sky, and within their shadow, deadly energy rays poured down like torrential rain.

Then came the support nest, resembling an iron jellyfish, which after debuting immediately released countless swarms of self-destructing drones.

Finally appeared the "Silent Lord," which upon entry released a force field barrier, and then began mass producing engineering troop units to collect wreckage, reconstruct bursting soldiers on the spot after recovery.

The reverse push tide, which was so unstoppable moments ago, was like a fragile sandcastle shattered by the new mechanical surge in front of the destructive torrent.

War quickly shifted from the players’ free-spirited revelry to a cruel survival mode.

But players did not care at all.

Before the fight started, players knew that if full-blown war broke out, they would definitely not be a match for the Mechanical Army.

There was a temporary insurmountable gap in both high-end combat power and core combat strength.

Players only cared about one thing throughout: how much sacrificial power they could earn before dying.

Therefore, they were not at all afraid of the Mechanical Army’s powerful counterattack; even in survival mode, they could continue happily farming.

Many top guilds also reorganized under the new pressure from the Mechanical Army, preparing to switch war modes.

The chaotic revelry of free war was ebbing, and the iron order of United Battle Group quietly bared its blade.