"Everyone whose wristband hasn't turned red, watch your spacing. Keep a buffer of at least a hundred meters from the giant... uh."
Over the Pacific Ocean, the commander's voice sounded in everyone's earpieces.
For this operation to intercept the giant, they had set up a special command group overnight to oversee the battlefield from high above and issue accurate orders in real time.
The players on the sea had been divided into more than fifty teams, largely by country and guild, with one team leader and two deputy team leaders appointed to each team to direct their members on the battlefield.
Before the commander could finish, however, a team of nearly five hundred suddenly charged across the giant's hundred-meter buffer line together, crowding into a mass as they rushed straight at the giant.
"Divine Right of Kings, what are you doing?!"
The commander roared, feeling an enormous headache coming on.
They had spent the whole night carefully preparing their battle plan. Who could have expected a bunch of troublemakers to disregard orders less than a minute into the battle, with their team leaders leading the charge!
Not far from the giant, the Blood Emperor landed after delivering a blow in midair. He turned toward the group charging over nearby, his gaze settling on Demon and Smile at the front.
"Are you two serious?"
The Blood Emperor had been granted special permission to remain on the battlefield because his wristband had already turned red, he was a powerful fighter, and he had sufficient judgment. But to avoid infecting anyone else, he had to stay within the danger zone fifty meters around the giant while attacking.
His situation was more or less unavoidable, yet this group beside him proved even crazier, charging into the danger zone of their own accord.
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