Chapter 72: The Light of Despair

As the main storyline struggled to progress, the suffocating oppression of the Holy City of Camelot hung over the backs of all Blue Star players like an invisible mountain.

Gawain of the Endless Night, the infinite firepower of Mordred, the map-wide sniping of Tristan from the high ground...

Every Knight of the Round Table used their ridiculously overpowered exclusive buffs to repeatedly grind those Khans, who were accustomed to mindlessly clearing maps with their golden teams, into the scorching yellow sand.

Yet, amidst one desperate deadlock after another, the ups and downs of the epic plot continued to advance on a grand scale.

On this land swept by raging sands and slaughter, the Blue Star players experienced unprecedented frustration and growth.

They witnessed the Pharaoh's domineering temple, which stood proudly above all others while providing a sanctuary for civilians in the heart of the desert; and under the desperate cover of the Silver-Armed Knight Bedivere, they escaped the relentless pursuit of the Knights of the Round Table time and time again.

After enduring countless hardships, the main character's group finally formed an alliance with the Assassin order, the "Mountain People," and escorted the surviving refugees to a hidden valley village.

"Finally... finally we can catch our breath!"

In the Shark Stream Room, PD looked at the shelter hidden deep in the wilderness, so moved he nearly cried out.

This period of exploration was even more agonizing than all the games he had played in the past twenty years combined. Heaven knows how PD managed to engage his brain, which had been spoiled by mindless stat-crunching games, to rack his brains, find weaknesses, and defeat one Knight of the Round Table after another.

On the other side, the lore-hunter Charles was controlling his VR perspective, following the footsteps of the Master and Mash, distributing supplies in the village and comforting the civilians who had lost their homes.

In the village, the cute Hundred Personas Hassan and the steady Cursed Arm Hassan added a rare touch of humanity to this cruel land.

However, in this singularity watched over by gods, comfort was always a fleeting illusion.

Just as Charles walked to the center of the village square, watching a few refugee children smile as they received bread, without any warning, the sky, previously dim due to sandstorms, was suddenly torn apart by a white light so pure it was impossible to look at directly!

"What's going on?! Is it dawn?"

Charles looked up abruptly; the light did not come from the sun, but from the horizon in the far distance—that was the direction of the Holy City of Camelot!

"Beep, beep, beep, beep—!!!"

At the same time, a shrill, highest-level red alert from Chaldea rang out simultaneously on all players' terminals!

In the communication channel, Dr. Roman's hoarse, terrified roar came through:

"Magic energy readings have exceeded the critical point! This... what level of magic energy is this?! From the direction of the Holy City of Camelot, an Anti-City, no, an Anti-Country level Noble Phantasm is being unleashed!"

"The target coordinates... are exactly where your hidden village is located!"

"What?!"

Mash raised her shield in shock, staring at the horizon in disbelief, "It's over a hundred kilometers from the Holy City to here; a Noble Phantasm bombardment directly across such a vast distance?!"

"Run! Master! Mash! Take the refugees and run!"

Dr. Roman's voice cracked with despair, "That Lion King has gone mad! To purge you and these fleeing refugees, she has drawn the Holy Lance and is going to carpet-bomb the entire mountain range with a nuclear-level attack!"

Silence.

The once noisy village fell into a deathly silence.

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