Seizing the BOSS Template at the Start-Chapter 247 - 148: Sabo: Is There a Devil?

Dongwu City.

A legion meeting led by Sabo began.

Projector screens appeared before them.

Sabo said helplessly, "The Lord City Lord just asked us to hold this meeting, saying to look at this, and apart from the Modified Legion, the other three legions need to select a few hundred people to study the Miracle Usage Manual. Starting next year, they will form the Miracle Corps, responsible for basic tactical training and teaching some practical skills."

Sabo tossed three small booklets to the three legion commanders. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Apocalypse Legion Commander Sifu, Storm Corps Commander Eddy, and Wucheng Corps Commander Badu took the booklets in silence and watched intently.

In the images, aside from the thousands of bewildered foreign players, the Celestial Dynasty players began to erupt in this war, demonstrating a combat power that even the real legions took seriously.

Light Whisper Legion Garrett was stunned, "Finance Officer, what about me?"

Sabo glanced at him and suddenly, a terrifying aura flickered in the projection. The commanders all looked at the image, their eyes filled with gravity.

Sabo pointed to the screen, "Rescue, we need the Miracle to win this war, and we'll also test your Modified Legion's ability to hunt down the strong. I will be going with you."

"You..." Garrett hesitated but didn't say anything, nodded, stood up, and headed out, "I understand, I'll go now."

After Garrett left, Sabo looked at the other three, "Pay close attention to the fighting style of the Miracle, then analyze, integrate, and create various tactics for the Miracle to choose from. The Lord City Lord's intention is that we are only responsible for training, not management, but we need to ensure they maximize their combat effectiveness."

"Yes." ×3

The three legion commanders responded, seriously watching the projection.

The gravity in their eyes deepened as they watched. They saw no fear in the Miracle; they either laughed loudly, shouted, or showed generosity, charging madly to a bizarre tune of a bugle call.

They even gave up some of their advantages just to thwart the enemy's slaughter.

But in some chaotic corners, there was always a group who could urgently but dangerously take away some enemies.

This tactic, without considering the technological advantage, gives them no assurance of victory in any war.

Even though they were generally much stronger than this group of players.

Sabo also felt emotionally stirred; no wonder Baiyi placed such importance on this. There were only fifty thousand involved in this conflict, but if the more than two hundred thousand Miracles in the city joined, the Wucheng Army would surely suffer heavy casualties?

Exiting the meeting room, Sabo's figure gradually faded and disappeared.

"Keep up, keep up, don't be afraid to die! Just kill one for several level-ups! You only lose one level when you die—what's there to be scared of, come on, kill that bastard's spawn!"

"Who the hell sounded the charge horn? I'm a Mage, stop pushing!"

"Who's the son of a bitch who snatched my magic staff? I'm a Mage, understand? Cover, cover!"

"Cut the devils with the big knife...."

"Baka yaro, which bastard chopped me? The enemies are in front! In front!"

"Sorry, couldn't help it when I heard the charge horn, don't make a sound, look around."

The cool, bleeding cherry blossom player held his shoulder, looked at the eager players around, and fell silent.

Damn this enthusiasm!

In the extremely chaotic battlefield, all kinds of insults and sounds of chopping filled the air as the stunned players from various countries charged forward.

In a large-scale counterattack, led by a Violent Demon, they pressed toward the entrance of the valley.

But the valley was just a kilometer wide; the charge of fifty thousand players began to stall.

And as the oppressive aura grew heavier, a blood-red Beastman Berserker suddenly charged out of the valley, ignoring friend or foe. A swing of his huge axe cleared the front.

Stepping on blood and flesh, he advanced step by step in the blood-red battlefield.

"Roar~"

He let out a roar, the over-two-meter giant war axe in his hand glowing scarlet, and slammed down.

Buzz~

A strong sense of crisis enveloped the front.

The Violent Demon, amidst its frenzied slaughter and feeding, sensed the crisis and also let out a mighty roar, turning and suddenly developing thick scales over its body, crossing its arms in front.

Clang~ Boom!

A massive explosion sounded, the Violent Demon's arms were cut off, and its bones collapsed quickly, crashing into the crowd of players.

Wherever the blade went, it was full of blood and scars.

[Your summoned creature was killed by the Golden Level boss Scarlet Berserker.]

In the charging player group, Demacia paused, pupils shrinking. Before he could say anything, some players injured by the boss's aftermath shouted aloud.

"Brothers, that Beastman is the boss, cut him!!"

With the roars of one player after another, nearly all players, their eyes gleaming green, stared at the big boss.

Killing a monster twenty levels higher could explode attribute points and skill points, along with a wealth of experience value.

And this boss was at least forty to fifty levels higher than them; if it dropped, wouldn't they instantly reach full level, and get a hidden profession too?

Demacia, Guard Brigade, and other streamer rooms buzzed with excitement.

[Streamer, cut him!!!]

[Go, streamer!]

[Streamer, you need a tank, quickly summon a chunkier one to tank it!]

Demacia pulled a bitter face, showing his skills, where the three-day cooling time was still counting down.

"I want to cut him too, but isn't it not cooled down yet? A Level 46 summon, cut down in one blow!"

Demacia couldn't help but complain, "And who understands, just happens to hear the charge horn? In that kind of fierce battle atmosphere, it's unbearable, absolutely unbearable, I'm a Summoner! Which bastard blew it! Damn!"