"I'm so nervous! Are we charging now?"
"I'm ready. Wealth and glory are within reach. I'm counting on this charge to unlock my Star Meridian."
"Brother Emperor Zhao, bless me. This Psionic Bomb cost me 105 points of sacrificial power-everything I had. I hope it can blow up a Black-Armored Soldier."
"Brother up front, stop shaking. This is a game. You can respawn if you die. What are you so nervous about?"
After two days of preparation, the players gathered once again at the entrance to the great hall on the fifth underground floor of the Dark Cavern.
For this battle, the Drunken Feast Guild's leader, Woshnidie, had been selected by a vote on the Forum to command the charge. Her sole responsibility was to give the order to charge.
As time passed, more and more players arrived, forming a long line at the entrance.
Meanwhile, the Dark Cavern's Regional Voice Channel was bustling. The players felt both nervous and excited about the coming suicide charge, with a little anticipation mixed in.
"Brothers, let's blow them up!"
At the shout from the player Woshnidie, the players who were already prepared rushed toward the great hall, clutching their Psionic Bombs.
The dormant Black-Armored Soldiers awakened at that moment as well. Blood-red light rose in their hollow eyes as they turned toward the approaching players, weapons in hand.
Under the Corrosion Core's control, the Black-Armored Soldiers launched an attack on the player army.
Boom!
After the first explosion, blasts rang out through the great hall like firecrackers. It was a spectacular sight.
Players kept dissolving into black mist, then entered the livestream on the Forum to watch from outside the battlefield.
The viewer count in commander Woshnidie's livestream kept rising, and the comments were buzzing:
"Hahaha, I heard the notification before