97: Chapter 96 The Choice of the Strong
The individual Faction Sequence Battle won't work, and the team battle is even less feasible.
With that kind of display of power, in a mere ten-thousand-person team battle, with 9,999 people from the Yanhuang Civilization Camp watching, couldn't Fate Master Yang Hang just wipe them all out with a single slap?
Furthermore, Fate Master Yang Hang has already mastered the Cause and Effect Fate Platform, such a powerful Divine Artifact, which must have been opened from his initial treasure chest. Based on her focus on the Cause and Effect Fate Platform these past days, it is more of a buff to collective power; individual power is simply not reflected or won't be reflected.
The auxiliary abilities displayed by the Divine Artifact, the Cause and Effect Fate Platform, have already completely crushed her sword of the sea.
If there were anything else, how could anyone else survive?
That video footage looks more like special effects generated before the Transmigration.
It's too exaggerated.
Victoria does not deny Yang Hang's strength.
The Cause and Effect Fate Platform itself is the greatest proof. But those rumors about his combat power... she remains skeptical until she has truly seen it.
In her view, it looks more like infinite embellishment by over a billion fanatic believers toward their own god.
She has seen the power of religion.
Once people believe, eight hundred meters can be spread as eight thousand miles.
"Yang Hang."
She whispered this name, her red pupils devoid of fear.
There was only Battle Intent.
The individual Faction Sequence Battle.
She wants too much.
Treasure chest quality upgrade, lifespan leap, talent advancement—any one of these rewards is enough to let her cross a tier.
Especially the talent leap; it turns out there is a higher level beyond the Gold Tier in the Magic Sea.
This might be the real reason why the Yanhuang Civilization Camp could give birth to an existence like a Fate Master and possess the Cause and Effect Fate Platform.
Because what they obtained from the beginning was a treasure one tier higher than everyone else's.
The Cause and Effect Fate Platform is the Divine Artifact opened from that super Gold Tier treasure chest.
The individual Faction Sequence Battle is her opportunity to surpass the existence hanging high at the top of the ranking.
As for the Faction Sequence Battle.
Victoria put away the personal ranking list and switched to the Camp Sequence page.
Yanhuang Civilization is first, with over 60 billion.
Fog City is fourth.
A little over 700 million.
The gap is also a chasm.
But she doesn't need first place.
The rules are written very clearly—at the settlement on the 30th day, the camp with the highest total points can forcibly exchange all merit ranking points and resource talents with a lower-ranked camp.
The specific details of the exchange have not been disclosed, but one will probably know when redeeming rewards after the Faction Sequence Battle ends.
And the keywords that can be known now:
—Lower ranked.
In other words, as long as Fog City takes second place, it can choose to exchange with the third or lower-ranked camp.
And the first place, Yanhuang Civilization, with their size and the buff of the Fate Platform, it is impossible, and they would disdain to exchange for the resources of any low-ranked camp.
That is draining the pond to catch all the fish.
In other words—as long as the Yanhuang Civilization remains firmly in first place, second place is the de facto safe position.
Her goal is very clear.
Individual competition: Go all out, aim for the top ten.
Camp competition: Take second place.
Victoria exited the Camp Sequence page, her gaze falling on the flashing red indicator behind her name on the personal merit ranking list.
9999+.
Team-up application.
After the sporadic pre-war mobilization messages from the Yanhuang Civilization were transmitted, this number started to skyrocket. The survivors of the Fog City Camp obviously also realized the urgency of the situation.
She clicked on the application list.
The first six-day cycle is 5v5. Five people.
She needs four teammates.
Her Fate Platform visitor system has no communication, image, or video functions.
She can only rely on the simple team-up message function on the personal merit ranking provided by the Magic Sea official to filter for suitable teammates.
Each application comes with brief personal information—talent, equipment, combat style, personal battle record.
Victoria began to filter through them one by one.
...
Meanwhile.
Teutonic Faction.
Fritz's left leg from below the mid-calf has disappeared. The stump is wrapped in bandages soaked with seawater, and the seeping blood has dyed the fabric a dark brown.
He leaned against the ship's rail, clutching the Engineering Manual in his hand, its cover wrinkled from being soaked in a mixture of blood and seawater.
Even though this Engineering Manual has now become a skill on his personal panel, he still treasures it and keeps it, opening it to look at from time to time.
Behind him, the high-pressure steam rammer he assembled with his own hands—is now completely falling apart.
The thick copper pipes were torn into twisted scrap metal, the hydraulic cylinder exploded, and the piston rod was inserted crookedly into the cracks of the deck.
The originally open gripping jaws were broken in half, and the jagged broken teeth were still covered with shreds of flesh from sea beasts. The steam buffer tank was pierced with a large hole, its edges charred black, and it was hissing out residual white steam.
The entire pile of wreckage is like an iron beast with its skull shattered, twisted, silent, and devoid of any killing intent.
Fritz didn't look at his missing lower leg, nor did he look at those weapon devices that condensed his hard work but were destroyed.
He is looking at the Fate Platform.
In the Symphony Realm, the remarks of the Yanhuang Civilization survivors pierced his eyes like broken glass.
"Faction Sequence Battle? I suggest the external civilizations just surrender."
"With the Fate Platform here, what do you have to fight us with?"
Fritz watched silently.
Around his Houseboat, the wreckage of three Teuton compatriots' ships was scattered. They all came to support him. Among them, that young boy threw all his supplies onto his deck before he died.
That super high-grade sea beast marked by the compass as "Giant Bone Tiger Shark"—a mutated tiger shark fifty meters long, covered in dark silver bone armor—was taken down by him stuffing the last electromagnetic pulse bomb from his strongest self-made weapon into its mouth.
The cost was the lives of all the survivors in his team, and one of his legs.
He flipped the Engineering Manual to the seawater desalination System chapter. His fingers pressed on the page, his knuckles turning white.
Behind the merit ranking, the number of team-up applications was jumping.
As the number one on the Teutonic Faction's personal merit ranking, there were simply too many people who wanted to team up with him.
He looked through them one by one; this was the hope for their civilization's comeback, and he not only had to pick the strongest but also the most suitable for his team.
...
Polar Bear Camp. Frigid Sea Area.
Igor was kneeling on the ice with his upper body bare. His right forearm showed an abnormal blue-purple color—not frostbite, but the extreme cold breath spat out by that hundred-meter giant beast before it died, which froze flesh and bone together into ice crystals.
Behind him, six frozen corpses maintained their fighting posture.
That hundred-meter giant beast—marked by the compass as "Frost Ridge Ancient Whale"—breaking through the water from under the ice was still etched on his retinas.
The seventy-eight-meter-long gray-white body shattered half an ice field, and with one strike, it sent his Bronze Grade Houseboat flying into mid-air. His six strongest warriors, those tough guys who could follow him to charge in the minus forty-degree ice sea, were slapped to death one by one by that monster like crushing ice cubes.
What ultimately killed it was Igor stabbing into its brain from the eyeball with an ice pick. The cost was six lives and one of his arms.
In the Symphony Realm, the Yanhuang Civilization survivors were showing off their pre-war mobilization meeting.
Igor finished watching with an expressionless face. Then he raised his left hand, and an ice blade condensed.
With a slash of the blade. The blue-purple forearm fell onto the ice, and there was not even any blood flowing from the stump.
The Yanhuang Civilization Camp did not give them time to catch their breath.
This is normal; this Magic Sea survival is a struggle for survival between civilizations, either you die or I die.
This is also a point he has always been curious about.
The Cause and Effect Fate Platform was not created by the Yanhuang Civilization survivors; this is unreasonable.
If it were, inviting them would also be unreasonable.
Just to harvest their cheap spirit and energy?
Igor was full of doubts, but this did not hinder his decision to prove his strength to everyone, including that Fate Master, in this individual Faction Sequence Battle.
The corpse of that seventy-eighty-meter super high-grade overlord beast behind him is ironclad proof.
He opened the team-up application list and coldly skipped all applicants with strength below Silver Grade.
For the rest, he would carefully consider them one by one, selecting a team capable of resisting any civilization's strong team to participate in the Faction Sequence Battle.