The Graycast Corridor, an official thoroughfare built with countless resources over the past decades, has been completely transformed into a Beyblade arena.
Outside the fortress, a large number of vines were twisted together by the rotating battle fortress and gradually tightened, eventually turning into a thick, green cable.
On the top deck.
"Vomit!"
One of the Corridor Guard suddenly bent over and gagged. He felt the scenery in front of him spinning and changing, and within a few dozen seconds his head was spinning and his whole body was too weak to lift up.
However, this bending over caused him to completely lose his balance. His previously stable standing posture was broken, and he inevitably swung outwards.
The top of the battle fortress was curved, and the soldier had now completely entered the danger zone. He slipped and fell down the curve of the top floor.
Given the current situation, he will soon be thrown into the spiked defensive zone, then die from a fall or get caught in the tracks, becoming the first person to die in the battle in a real sense.
However, at that moment, two vines suddenly lashed out from the other side, binding him tightly and preventing a tragedy from occurring.
The Corridor Guard guards, having narrowly escaped death, felt a brief moment of joy, unable even to utter a word of thanks.
Did any kind-hearted person wrap a rope around their neck twice while rescuing someone?
"Ha! Ha!"
The Corridor Guard soldiers, their necks bound, made a sound like gas being released from a canister.
Meanwhile, two players, several meters away and unable to see the person being rescued due to the curvature of the arc, were also quite puzzled:
Why didn't he thank us?
"I don't know, the people in the Graycast Corridor are really rude."
After thinking it over, the two decided that they still had to save the person, so they didn't let the vines loosen.
However, because the battle fortress was spinning faster and faster, the two of them couldn't pull that unfortunate Corridor Guard soldier up in a short time.
Thus began a stalemate, with one side pulling hard and the other struggling with all its might to avoid being strangled.
By this time, the soldier was so suffocating he was seeing stars, and felt he might as well just fall to his death.
These savages seem to have a kind heart. They've turned a perfectly good short-term pain into a long-term one. I really want to thank them in person.
The other Corridor Guard couldn't see where the two vines were entangled, so in their view, these temporary "enemies" had indeed saved their comrades.
This added a touch of gratitude to their dizziness and nausea, though their faces were sticky and it was impossible to tell whether it was tears, snot, or saliva.
This scene was naturally observed by the owner of the large fortress. He sighed, and a "bang" came from the modified right mechanical arm.
His entire right hand flew out like a grappling hook, grabbing the ankle of a player who had already fallen.
As the grappling hook tightened little by little, the still-shaken Soul Returner was pulled up by the fortress's master.
Seeing his actions, the two kind-hearted players gradually pulled up the Corridor Guard guards who had been wrapped around the neck twice.
The two sides managed to exchange hostages briefly atop the rapidly spinning fortress, and then, quite tacitly, neither continued fighting.
"Stop your men!"
"The fortress's owner shouted."
Do you think we're enjoying ourselves?
The [ Ham Warrior ], barely able to stand, shouted towards the direction of the Corridor Guard:
"If we could have stopped, we would have stopped already. The people below aren't responding at all!"
The fortress owner was stunned upon hearing this.
What does this mean?
"That means we can't control what's going on inside anymore!"
"What?!"
The fortress owner was immediately horrified. After thinking for a moment, he tentatively asked:
Let's try to get in together!
Clearly, the biggest problem now is no longer the battle between the two sides, but how to stop this berserk creature beneath our feet.
Given the power reserves of a large fortress, if the two sides continue to be locked in this stalemate, the one who survives to the end will not be the Soul Returner or the Corridor Guard, but only the battle fortress beneath everyone's feet.
In the silent, century-long reconciliation, the Corridor Guard and the Soul Returner moved their bodies in small, quick steps atop the rapidly spinning fortress, finally arriving before the rather large one-way door.
"Uh, are you sure?"
Having already guessed what the other party meant, the [ Bread Knight ] asked.
The soldiers of the Corridor Guard all looked at their leader, the tall fortress lord, who sighed and said:
"Dismantle!"
The two sides reached a temporary consensus and began to work separately to try to open the one-way door.
As for what the Soul Returner asked—why no one responded to them...
Two minutes ago, inside the battle fortress.
[ Aluode ] and [ Gill's Cuisine ] were still studying the control panel in front of them.
This thing has way too many levers, and the visual guidance is terrible. Apart from the bright red emergency lever, all the levers look the same.
"Couldn't you have written some annotations?!"
[ Aluode ] screamed in despair.
As the two continued their experiments, the Battle Fortress showed no signs of stopping; instead, it spun even faster.
At the same time, their conflict began to surface, since objectively speaking, they did not do it intentionally.
Even inside the fortress, they already felt like they were about to be forcibly thrown against the wall, let alone their comrades and enemies at the very top of the fortress.
Because the two went their separate ways, the entire large fortress began to develop in a bizarre direction.
Numerous weapons extended and retracted, the folding beds at the bottom bounced back and forth, and hissed continuously from the gas-filled pipes. Even the outermost spikes used to defend against the Blood Corpse began their self-cleaning process.
[ Gill's Cuisine ] pulled almost all the levers, except for the hazard lights and wipers.
As the two men simultaneously pulled down their respective levers, the fortress finally entered its final berserk phase.
After letting out a sharp scream, a pipe filled with high-temperature gas finally succumbed to the pressure and burst.
High-temperature steam erupted and quickly engulfed the two people who were arguing.
[ Aluode ] and [ Gill's Cuisine ] finally achieved an unprecedented feat more than half a year after the start of the game—being steamed by high-temperature steam.
The deaths of the two manipulators do not necessarily mean good things are about to happen.
The fortress has entered a berserk phase, and it will become even more berserk without a controller.
And [ Aluode ] and [ Gill's Cuisine ] quickly left their final ripples in the 500-person group chat:
"Brothers, don't pull the lever recklessly!"