Everyone in the hall fell silent in an instant. Even all the Iron Blood Brotherhood players watching in front of their televisions fell silent. In that moment, their hearts swelled with boundless pride.
Lu Yang shouted, "I toast Black Blood, Bloodlust Overlord, Xiong Ba Fengyun, Bian Wuji, Eternal Soul, Dominating the World, Tian Hun! I toast Piao Renyi, Tianlong, Green Water Ghost, Bu Dengtian, the Eight Nation Alliance, Alfonso, and the seven strongest guilds!"
He laughed loudly and said, "Without them forcing us forward step by step, how could my Iron Blood Brotherhood have become this strong? I toast them—to my enemies. They made us stronger and stronger, but where are they now? The seven major guilds ran away, and the Eight Nation Alliance ran away too. Everyone else was wiped out by all of you here! Come, let us raise our glasses and toast them."
The 30,000 people in the hall raised their glasses once more and drank this final cup with Lu Yang.
Lu Yang laughed heartily. "That felt good!"
Hei Bai, Turbid Wine, and the others watched Lu Yang with heartfelt reverence and admiration. Second World had long since surpassed the scope of a mere game. Nearly half the world's population had entered it; it had become a kind of faith.
What kind of game could burn through more than 6 billion Credit Points in a single war? And that had only been a little over two weeks, a war launched in haste before the major gaming guilds had properly prepared. That figure also did not include the supplies consumed from the warehouses of the strongest guilds and the Iron Blood Brotherhood itself. If everything were counted, the cost of those two weeks of fighting had definitely exceeded 10 billion.
From Lu Yang's victory in the surprise