December should have been late autumn on the New Continent.
Yet because of the Celestial Dog Eating the Sun, the temperature kept dropping until it fell to around twenty degrees below zero.
Whoosh. A cold wind swept past, and heavy snow began falling across the eastern sky.
The soldiers standing in formation were soon soaked by the snow. Their eyebrows, lips, and beards were covered in ice crystals.
At this moment, only one hour remained before the Crystal Dragon's seal was broken.
"Check the weapon crates in front of you. Repeat: Please begin checking the completeness of the components inside the weapon crates. If anything is missing, immediately report it to your squad leader and request a logistics dispatch."
The order spread from mouth to mouth, and the military formation composed of tens of millions of people immediately sprang into action.
No one could have imagined that this final battle, which should have been a decisive clash between gods, had given ordinary people a chance to participate because of an oversight in the rules.
Even if that chance lasted only five brief seconds.
Regardless of victory or defeat, regardless of the outcome, there would be only one chance to attack.
But the rear had still not given up. Instead, within three days, they had mobilized tens of millions of supplies through sheer manpower.
It was truly a staggering figure.
From the eastern boundary to the Hundred Severed Mountain Range, even the nearest position was 1,100 kilometers away in a straight line.
Transporting so much cargo here had exhausted hundreds of thousands of people, even though the task had been carried out by the most stamina-focused Route players among the scavengers.
Was it worth it? Clack... clack. One after another, crates filled with energy-stone weapons were opened. What came from within