Online Game: Crazy Skeleton-Chapter 2480 - 1889: Siege (Double-Length - ) (Part 2)
"Kill!!!"
"Charge!!!"
All the Ghost Clan players, having suppressed their feelings for so long, were finally able to vent. There was no politeness towards the Human Race players as they went straight in for a deadly battle.
Players, once controlled, couldn’t even protect themselves, let alone block the Ghost Clan army’s onslaught. The Ghost Clan forces crashed into the Imperial City like a wolf and tiger army. It didn’t take long for archers and many players to fall in pools of blood, and the entire Imperial City was shrouded in a haze, playing the melody of death.
Shuxin, witnessing this situation, could no longer hold back and immediately led her million-strong army into the Imperial City, relieving a lot of pressure on Crane That Doesn’t Dance.
She could tell the weight of the situation; she couldn’t let personal grievances put the entire race at a disadvantage. Moreover, there were two Ghost Kings observing nearby. How could she not help?
Besides, these million players weren’t her real subordinates; if they died, they died—it wasn’t a big deal.
"Roar!!!"
The sacred beast White Tiger once again revealed its form, plunging into the crowd, charging at the ghost soldiers, quickly taking down more than a dozen ghost attendants.
"A mere White Tiger, daring to flaunt in front of me?"
Ghost King Sabi shouted angrily, speaking to the mummy behind him, "Brother Tongyu, I’ll leave this White Tiger to you!"
"..."
The mummy felt extremely speechless; the harsh words were spoken by Sabi, but the dirty work was left to it. Did it have no shame?
However, now wasn’t the time to dwell on this. It didn’t say much, walked towards the White Tiger, easily attracting the White Tiger’s hatred, and they fought fiercely.
Without the support of the White Tiger, the Human Race camp was completely oppressed, filled with despair. Was this land fight going to be overtaken by the Ghost Clan?
Losing the Human Race Imperial City, how would they play the game?
Players sadly found that their Human Race identity had lost its charm.
Just when this group was downhearted, Crane That Doesn’t Dance loudly proclaimed: "Everyone, recognize the situation! Even the Human Emperor isn’t daring to come out. Why are you risking your lives? No one will give you a monument for dying!"
"I’ll give you a chance: join the Ghost Clan now, and I’ll spare you! You’ll have a share in the credit of taking over the Imperial City!"
Crane That Doesn’t Dance’s voice was full of allure, especially in this life-and-death scenario, more impactful. He believed that after this battle, players joining the Ghost Clan would have a minor surge!
Maybe he could even have millions of subordinates!
If it reached that level, who needed Ghost Clan military authority? It wouldn’t be in his sight at all!
Imagining this scenario, Crane That Doesn’t Dance felt excited.
"Damn, we’d rather die than join the Ghost Clan!"
"You better give up; we are irreconcilable with the Ghost Clan!"
"The Human Race will never be extinguished; a spark can set a prairie ablaze!"
"The Ghost Clan are just clowns. A moment of victory means nothing!"
The players, filled with righteous indignation, cursed Crane That Doesn’t Dance. In their view, even if the Imperial City was captured, they wouldn’t abandon their Human Race identity. If they joined the Ghost Clan now, how were they different from traitors?
Yet, while they were railing against Crane That Doesn’t Dance, many discordant voices arose.
"Deity No-Dancing, I want to join you..."
"Me too. I’m tired of the Human Race. Playing a Ghost Clan character might be nice!"
"Is Ghost Clan considered a hidden profession?"
"Seeing Crane That Doesn’t Dance looking so pleased, mixing in the Ghost Clan should be rewarding!"
"Who cares, playing games is for fun. Why not join the Ghost Clan!"
This part of the players were more inclined towards the Ghost Clan, wanting to mix into a hidden profession. As for the cowardly and fearful ones, they surrendered without even thinking.
"Hahaha, coming here makes you my brother. You’ve made the right choice; the Ghost Clan is the ultimate sovereign!"
Crane That Doesn’t Dance said proudly. With a casual call, nearly a thousand players joined, raising his spirits high.
This dealt a heavy blow to the Human Race’s morale. Just as they were about to collapse, the Human Emperor, Daoist Wang, Amu God King, and two players appeared in the Imperial City, one of whom wore a green hat attracting attention.
"The Human Emperor has arrived!"
"I knew it, the Human Emperor wouldn’t abandon us!"
"Who’s that old man with the staff? Does anyone know him?"
"Is this an external aid? No wonder the Human Emperor hasn’t shown up for so long; he must’ve gone to seek help!"
"Who are these two players, why are they so close with the Human Emperor?"
"I don’t recognize them either, but that guy with the green hat is quite brave, wearing a green hat on his head, impressive!"
"I sincerely hope we can drive out the Ghost Clan and make those who betrayed regret it!"
The players saw the reinforcements arriving and instantly rekindled hope, fighting back fiercely again.
"Sabi, what is the meaning of this!"
The Human Emperor shouted angrily, "Stirring trouble in my territory, who gave you the guts?!"
"Swoosh!"
As soon as the Human Emperor finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve, a golden light enveloped the sacred beast White Tiger.
Enhanced by the golden light, the White Tiger’s strength instantly increased significantly, rendering the mummy utterly defeated, fleeing back to Ghost King Sabi’s side.
Without an opponent hindering it, the sacred beast White Tiger charged straight into the Ghost Clan camp, wreaking havoc. Players lost their lives, and those who just abandoned their Human Race identity regretted it dearly, blaming the Human Emperor for arriving late, waiting until they betrayed before showing up, what a shame!
"Human Emperor, such a feat, even inviting Amu God King from the Celestial Realm!"
Ghost King Sabi’s face showed no change at all; the dead Ghost Clan players were of no concern to it, even ignoring them as White Tiger rampaged among the crowd, the scene was chaotic.
"Human Race and God Race have always been allies of the Celestial Realm, nothing surprising."
The Human Emperor exchanged a glance with Daoist Wang, sending him out to slaughter all around, planning on reducing the Ghost Clan’s forces.
Unfortunately, Ghost King Tongyu came back to engage Daoist Wang in combat.
"Sabi, with the Human Race and God Race present, the Ghost Clan will never rise!"
The Human Emperor casually threw out a wind blade, tearing open a gap in the Ghost Clan’s camp, coldly stating, "Your opponent is me, come at me!"
"Damn it!"
Ghost King Sabi had long lost his initial composure, dodging the incoming wind blade, charging at the Human Emperor. In his heart, he cursed; were it not for the addition of Amu God King, would he have been so passive?
This siege battle had miscalculated. He didn’t anticipate the Human Emperor seeking reinforcements, costing him the upper hand. Whether he could capture this city, he had no certainty. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
Amu God King showed no intention of acting personally. Observing the situation, he casually summoned nearly a hundred divine soldiers into the air, launching them towards the Ghost Clan camp below, contributing his part.
As for the player beside the one with the green hat, they weren’t idle either. He charged into the crowd, specifically helping those players with low health, blocking the attacking ghost soldiers, saving many players’ lives.
These spared players replenished their health while casting grateful glances at this warrior.
"Everyone."
This mysterious warrior player declared while dealing with the Ghost Monster, "Gather together, support each other, don’t let the enemy exploit gaps!"
"Who are you? What’s your relationship with the Human Emperor?"
"Buddy, your attack power is incredible! Surely you rank high in the leaderboard!"
"Why have we never seen you before? You’re quite unfamiliar, who exactly are you?"
Players became highly interested in this warrior’s identity, all looking at him expectantly, hoping he would satisfy their curiosity.
"I am Hangover Elder."
The warrior didn’t conceal his identity, revealing his name.
"Gasp..."
"Damn, the Imperial Rankings’ Hangover Elder!"
