Summoning Players into My Game-Chapter 682 - 359: An Unbelievable Shelter
As soon as all the players saw the task posted by Lin Qi, whether they were players in Red Moon City, players hunting monsters in the Wraith Mountain Range, or players exploring the First Domain City in the restricted area, they were all in an uproar.
"This time, in addition to Energy Blood Essence, there are actually Contribution and Merit rewards. Hurry over there, we can’t let those big teams kill all the Celestial-level Insect Races."
"Bro, stop fighting that Catastrophe Level monster, let’s quickly suicide and respawn at the Frost Shelter. If we’re late, the mission might be gone!"
In no time, the entire player base, especially those in the Blood Coagulation Realm, abandoned their current tasks. They either rushed to the Frost Shelter immediately or suicided to respawn there, fearing that they would miss out on this team mission.
Above the Frost Shelter.
A Cosmic Battleship, over ten kilometers long, bearing the Baroque flag, slowly floated about twenty kilometers from the Frost Shelter. Large groups of Insect Race warriors were methodically flying out from the battleship, assembling around it, numbering two hundred thousand.
Following the Insect Race warriors’ deployment, one by one, captains and regimental captains positioned themselves on the deck of the Cosmic Battleship, numbering over four hundred.
Within the Insect Race, typically, reaching the Initial Tier of the Celestial Human Realm was enough to become a legion captain, but in the Baroque-led corps, the positions were highly competitive, requiring a Middle Tier in the Celestial Human Realm just to qualify as a captain.
For what used to suffice with Middle Tier for regimental captain was upgraded to require High Tier in Baroque’s corps.
Over four hundred Grandmasters above the Middle Tier of the Celestial Human Realm stood in neat rows. Each wore a solemn expression, and as their Qi and Blood surged simultaneously, even Martial Artists within the energy barrier-protected Frost Shelter could clearly feel the pressure, making it difficult to breathe.
Underneath this power, three figures emerged from the Cosmic Battleship—these were Baroque and two deputy regimental commanders. Their appearance immediately silenced the crowd, with Qi and Blood freezing as if solidified, rendering the Insect Race’s warriors momentarily immobile.
"How’s the shelter’s statistics? How many second-class and superior individuals?" Baroque asked indifferently to a deputy regimental commander beside him, looking down at the Frost Shelter.
For them as corps leaders, capturing any number of people meant nothing; only those above the second-class warranted Contribution.
The imperial country so stipulated because too many could be parasitized by the Warrior Level, which the imperial country wasn’t lacking. Only those rated second-class, with future achievements at least as captains, caught the eye of those of noble blood, sparking bidding wars.
Those destined to become at least regimental captains as superior individuals would be in high demand.
And the top-grade, those who could become corps leaders in the future, were sought after by Divine Fusion Realm bigwigs’ offspring.
They, as part of the legion under the Prison Dragon Star Lord’s command, had to create value for the Prison Dragon Star Lord and could only obtain Contribution by capturing those above second-class.
The various major shelters in the restricted area had been nurtured for over a hundred years, and each was flourishing.
Normally, in the harsh environment of the Four Domains, a yearly output of second-class individuals was only about two hundred, superior ones fewer than ten, and top-grade ones scarcely appeared once in a decade. Yet in the major shelters of the restricted area, due to a century of growth and improvement, typically there were at least five to six thousand second-class, some two hundred superior, and two or three top-grade individuals.
According to regulations, they could capture half, allowing the shelters to continue existing within the restricted area. Even so, one capture would equal over ten years of previous Contribution, which was why all major corps commanders contested intensely for it. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
However, Baroque held little expectation for the current Frost Shelter.
Not to mention it had already been raided by Gus Ang, and given Gus Ang’s selfish nature, if there were such immense Contribution to be had, he would keep it for himself, certainly not generously yielding it.
But after Baroque asked for a while, the deputy regimental commander, whose entire body was entwined with blue vines, remained unresponsive, as if frozen.
"Yelo! Exactly how much is left?" Baroque snorted softly, looking at the deputy regimental commander in such a state, and asked impatiently.
To secure the Contribution of this shelter, he had spent three years’ savings to rent the Land of Life for a month. If the Frost Shelter turned out unprofitable, he would suffer a significant loss.
Deputy regimental commander Yelo, returning to his senses, nervously replied, "Lord Baroque, I suspect the detection equipment on the battleship is malfunctioning. Currently... currently, there are 65,964 second-class, 948 superior, and 11 top-grade individuals, and the numbers of all three are still increasing..."
