However, the elite of the Graycast Corridor were not as simple as they sounded. The guards on the Golden Cup were well-equipped, and because they were made of iron from head to toe, their defense was also extraordinary.
After fighting for a while, the players realized that they had not caused any significant damage to the guards of the Golden Cup, and the enemy obviously could not do anything to these vegetative people who could heal themselves at any time.
Just when the two sides were deadlocked, a player suddenly came up with an idea --
It doesn't matter if we can't beat the elite guards, as long as we can beat the Golden Cup.
You asked how to play the Golden Cup?
Anyone can demolish a house.
So everyone turned their attention to the battle fortress beneath their feet, and their fingers quickly transformed into hexagonal screws of various sizes.
A battle over the violent demolition then broke out inside the fortress.
Since it wasn't the players' territory, everyone fought without holding back.
However, the soldiers of the Corridor Guard were somewhat hesitant to use their weapons freely, as they were afraid of causing serious harm.
The difference in combat strength between the two sides was not significant to begin with. With one side acting recklessly while the other held back, the battle quickly tilted in favor of the Soul Returner.
Two hours later, the Golden Cup has been completely dismantled into a chassis by the players.
Except for the power compartment containing the Blood Corpse, which remained untouched, all other systems had been completely destroyed.
The dismantled metal parts were scattered all along the way, stretching as far as the eye could see.
The owner and guards of the Golden Cup, who were already bound hand and foot, were crying their eyes out, as if their own parents had died.
The players continued their demolition work until the dazzling white light appeared.
"They're here! They're here!"
"Great, I'm finally free!"
"Our mission is complete!"
The guards of the Graycast Corridor looked in horror at the group of men who had suddenly gone mad, then all turned to look at the direction of the light that had suddenly appeared on the other side.
A tiny mobile fortress appeared right next to the Antasia, and before anyone could react, a low, chorus-like hymn rang out:
Who is Gray? Who is Nora?
Having already been instructed by the [ Chocolate Ice Cream Scoop ], the two waved and began to accelerate their run on the top deck.
Gray lifted Nora up and leaped across the gap of about four or five meters between the two fortresses, landing steadily on the top deck of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess.
The fortress beneath his feet trembled incessantly. Recalling the sound he had just heard, Gray tentatively asked:
"You are... Machine Spirit?"
"You guessed right, just call me the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess."
A hearty laugh echoed from the Machine Spirit:
"Hold on tight and prepare for a leap forward!"
"Bite!"
A flash of white light disappeared again, and the figures of the two King of Fall Resistance, I Guess and Gray, were no longer in front of everyone.
The mission completion screen appeared simultaneously in front of all the players, which brought another wave of cheers, leaving the Corridor Guard members who had been temporarily detained even more confused.
The Great Labyrinth City, Central Square.
"It's almost time~"
Felix made that flippant sound, the kind you only make when you're enjoying a good show:
"To prevent anyone from fainting from the excitement of the intense campaign, let's welcome Rein Hansen, Suolaer Aoermo, and Luke Aoziben, along with their campaign assistants, to the stage!"
As soon as the words were spoken, a total of six people were lifted up by an automatically rising platform. In addition to the three candidates, there was one person standing beside or behind each of the three.
Accompanying Rein was his experimental assistant, behind Suolaer was the second mate of his exploration ship, and behind Luke was his first mate who had fought alongside him for many years.
Felix then stood beside each person and introduced them to the crowd below.
The old man, like a professional host, used his tone of voice to gradually build up the increasingly enthusiastic atmosphere.
Although he was a Grand Artisan, he handled such a scene with remarkable ease, making one wonder if he had some side business of officiating weddings.
With less than ten seconds left until midnight, the players' eyes were bloodshot as they began to discuss whether they could team up and throw Gray if he flashed over there.
Just as Felix's countdown reached its final three seconds, the dazzling white light reappeared, but this time the source wasn't beneath their feet, but rather...
The edge position reserved for Gray on the high platform.
"Ohhhhhhhh!!!!"
"Yeah!"
"Awesome!"
"Eat!!!!"
The players standing in the open space let out a series of screams, and the two Short-Eared Elf quickly distanced themselves from them and put on their hoods.
However, no one was paying attention to the players anymore. On the high platform not far away, a small fortress had appeared at the edge of the platform.
That murky voice followed at the same time:
" Gray is here! Gray is here!"
Even Felix, a Grand Artisan, had never seen such a scene before, and for a moment he felt somewhat overwhelmed.
But he immediately said:
"The timing is perfect. If Gray is inside the fortress, he should come out; otherwise, his qualification will still be invalid."
"Okay, okay."
The voice that answered him was still noticeably hoarse:
"Hurry up, they're calling you."
The couple, trapped in an area of less than one square meter, felt nauseous, but there was no time to lose. Two vines appeared out of nowhere and lifted them from behind like wild animal cubs, pulling them out of the stairwell and placing them on a high platform in front of tens of thousands of people in the space reserved for them.
A candidate and an assistant, the two of them made it to the election of the Grand Foundry Master at the last minute.
Felix strolled over to Gray's side. His body, made of cybernetic enhancements, made him appear very tall, but he was all smiles at the moment.
The Grand Artisan held the Psionic Energy microphone in front of Gray and said:
"The time is really tight, why don't you give us a brief self-introduction?"
Gray steadied himself, took a deep breath, and took the microphone, his gaze resolute as he looked down at the surging crowd below:
Hello everyone, I am...
"Corn."
Ed held up a huge, club-shaped fruit and waved it in front of Seraphina:
"A new crop."
The dragon girl crossed her arms and looked at Ed with a questioning gaze:
I don't eat vegetarian food.
"Besides, wasn't there supposed to be a good show? If this is all I get to see, I'm going back to sleep."
"No, please."
Ed quickly waved his hand to stop him:
"If we miss this opportunity, who knows when the next Grand Foundry Master will be?"
"So what are you going to do with this corn?"
"Please light the fire, thank you."
Ed, who had the ability to create plants at will, endowed this corn with a total number of fruits far exceeding those of the reference sample from another world.
Seraphina did as she was told and breathed out flames, followed by a burst of crackling sounds like a hail of bullets.
The mountain of popcorn quickly engulfed a person in a vegetative state, a dragon, a soul, a lich, a demon, several humans, and a giant bee.