Overgeared

Could they destroy the last Full Moon Fortress in the East Continent within the allocated time?

The players were the main force in this war. No matter how well Juander’s group, the daoist immortals, and the Chivalrous Robbers performed, they weren’t doing as much compared to the players. This made sense given that almost all the guilds and rankers, except for the Overgeared Guild, had gathered here. Even Valhalla’s military power, led by God of War Ares himself, was only a fragment of the players’ forces.

‘It’s fine. We have the upper hand.’

9,310 guilds had allied temporarily during the quest. Contrary to people’s concerns, the Player’s Alliance consisting of large and small guilds had maintained their original purpose. No problems had arisen in their cooperation even as the war neared its end.

They had cooperated without any problems even toward the end of the war. Some players sometimes tried to stand out to make a name for themselves, but the alliance officials dealt with them without any fuss. This didn’t mean the officials threatened or assassinated people. They simply sent those who wanted publicity in the front lines to have a chance at proving themselves. Once they inevitably died, most of them realized their mistake and calmed down.

“Does it look like everyone has become used to the cultivators’ way of fighting?”

“Yes, everyone is clearly used to mystical arts and Treasures.”

“Haha, since they’re so used to the enemy’s fighting style, it is easy for them to adapt to new weapons.”

As many as three Absolute-level cultivators were trapped in Ares’ Infinite Military Strength. Dozens of Transcendent-level cultivators were facing Juander’s group, the Chivalrous Robbers, and the daoist immortals.

Throughout the war, the strength of the cultivators had declined sharply. This meant that the Players’ Alliance was more than capable of dealing with them. Many of the players in the alliance had condensed their spiritual roots thanks to the technique provided by the Overgeared Guild.

The Overgeared Guild had destroyed nearly a hundred Full Moon Fortresses and slaughtered hundreds of thousands of cultivators. This meant they had an immense amount of resources since they could secure so many techniques, mystical arts, Treasures, and elixirs that cultivators were proud of and actively used.

The Overgeared Guild had greatly helped the Players’ Alliance. They were provided with a large amount of techniques and mystical arts to learn for each class and attribute, as well as Treasures and elixirs. Thanks to this, many alliance players had condensed a spiritual root and were now using Treasures as their secondary weapons. Of course, they had also learned mystical arts.

This way, they could fight more effectively against the cultivators. The high-ranking cultivators would step on them like ants, but there were very few high-ranking cultivators remaining on the East Continent. Most of them had left to support the Full Moon Fortress in the West Continent.

In other words—

“In the end... This is, once again, all thanks to the Overgeared Guild.”

The Players; Alliance had done a lot with the help provided by the Overgeared Guild. However, most people didn’t know these details. A lot of people who supported the Players’ Alliance were enthusiastic that a player force comparable to the Overgeared Guild temporarily existed. Behind this reaction was a vicarious gratification feeling. Ordinary people empathized with the alliance formed by the top guilds and rankers.

The alliance officials weren’t exactly sure how to feel about all this.

“...Well, external circumstances aren’t important right now. Let’s just focus on winning the battle for now.”

The Player’s Alliance had no leader. Fifty executives voted for by the 9,310 guild masters led the alliance, each of them having equal authority. Nevertheless, there were never problems in the way the alliance was run. Everyone wanted to win this war.

to try and embezzle it. Why? If they did that and they lost the war versus the cultivators because of their greed, then Satisfy would be ruined. More players were logging into the game and

Moon Fortress in time? What if new cultivators appeared? Satisfy’s popularity would suffer a steep decline and rankers might lose

to crash that damn fake moon

like beasts who had been starving for days. They had no intention of missing the

mortals do

alliance

mortals just a few days before. Now they had all condensed a spiritual root and attacked using a flurry of Treasures and mystical arts. They weren’t

“Ack...!”

the cultivators was now heavily pushed back. They couldn’t withstand the enemy’s attacks that were coming from all

the Full Moon

“Walk in!”

there were at least twenty minutes left until the third bombardment. This was the perfect opportunity

thousand could fly, but that was enough. Most of the players who could fly were

real battle

Moon Fortress as they approached it. They remembered the thousands of technique books and mystical art books provided by the Overgeared Guild, as

the cultivators appeared. By enhancing the rating of all the items from zero to a certain number, the players in the alliance had become noticeably stronger. The effects of the middle-grade items were good.

It was difficult for them to suppress their greed because they could support their respective

their original goal. They were blinded by self-interest the moment they were convinced

rained

[You lowlives.]

wasn’t normal rainwater. The acid that was pouring down from the skies melted many rankers’ armor and

“What is this...?”

was very powerful. It was a mystical art of a

you believe that you can pollute

much more powerful than that of the Absolute-level cultivators trapped in Infinite Military Strength. This was a being who had transcended the cultivator state and had

guarding the last Full

it be that he defeated the Four Auspicious

Four Auspicious Beasts helped them a lot. The alliance players managed to turn

of them. The Four Auspicious Beasts who

beings look like gods in your eyes? They are quite

dark eyes shone as thousands of mystical characters spilled out

and worthless things. All of you will die

thunderbolt. Everyone on the battlefield had a severe headache and stumbled. At the same time, the small mystical characters that spilled out of his eyes started to spin like snakes. Thick, dark fog and rainwater spread out... The immortal

“Crazy...!”