Chapter 87 This is the ceiling of Blue Star's visual industry!

"This is the ceiling of Blue Star's visual industry! Tianpeng Interactive Entertainment's 3D masterpiece ignites anticipation!"

"A visual feast costing 500 million! A realm that certain upstarts who only know how to make 2D paper-cut tower defense games can never reach!"

"The moat of a streaming platform lies in top-tier film and television; Chaldea's crossover is destined to be a farce!"

Facing this overwhelming provocation and mockery from the outside world, which praised one side while trampling the other, Old Ben was so angry he kept slapping his thighs in the office.

"President Kirito! They have gone too far! Not only are they disgusting people with that light-polluted trash, but they are also calling us out by name to trample on us! Should we hire some internet trolls to fight back?"

At this moment, Oriole was sitting in that top-floor office with 360-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows.

The office lights were dimmed, and only the ultra-wide monitor in front of him, which was connected to the quantum server, emitted a faint glow.

"Fight back? There's no need for that."

Oriole picked up the iced coffee beside him, staring leisurely at the screen, "Biting back at a dog will only leave you covered in mud."

"The best way to deal with such arrogant fools is to use a dimensionality reduction strike that exceeds their scope of understanding and directly crush their spines."

Oriole pressed the Enter key on the keyboard.

On the monitor, the progress bar of the system's [Holographic Film Animation Rendering Engine] finally let out a crisp "beep" sound and jumped to 100%.

A file named "Absolute Demonic Beast Front_Teaser PV_Final.mp4" lay quietly on the desktop.

"Old Ben, go make a cup of tea. By the way, come over and take a look at this." Oriole beckoned.

Old Ben, filled with confusion, walked to the screen.

Oriole opened the video file and projected the image onto the holographic projection wall in the center of the office.

The screen lit up.

What caught Old Ben's eyes was a desolate and magnificent ancient Mesopotamia plain.

Yellow sand danced wildly with the wind across the sky, and the light and shadow trajectory of every grain of sand was breathtakingly realistic.

Immediately following this, a passionate and tragic symphony suddenly resounded!

In the scene, a stunningly beautiful figure with emerald green hair and an ambiguous gender leapt down from the towering city walls that reached into the clouds.

Accompanied by crazed camera rotations and zooms, countless chains (Chains of Heaven) shimmering with golden light, like whips of gods possessing life, burst forth from the void, strangling several massive demonic beasts with a physical tension that made one's soul tremble!

"This... this is..."

The teacup in Old Ben's mouth nearly fell to the ground; his pupils contracted violently, and the hairs on his body stood on end at this moment.

Subsequently, the scene cut to the top of the temple.

The Hero King Gilgamesh, once regarded by players as the "anti-air daddy," had shed his golden armor, standing proudly on the throne in the posture of an exhausted yet arrogant "Wise King."

The entire sky behind him instantly shattered into thousands of golden magical ripples.

Countless massive magical cannons protruded from the ripples, turning into a golden barrage of firepower like a torrential downpour, crazily carpeting the demonic beast tide that blotted out the sky below!

The video was only three short minutes long.

But when the scene finally froze on the silhouette of Tiamat in the black mud, full of divinity and despair, Old Ben's legs were already so weak he could barely stand.

"President Kirito... is this f***ing 2D animation?!"

Old Ben's voice became somewhat hoarse due to extreme shock, "This animation tension... this camera sense where every frame is burning budget... this is simply a hundred times more shocking than those Hollywood blockbusters!!!"

Oriole leaned back in his boss chair, watching Old Ben's uncomposed appearance, and smiled with satisfaction.

In this parallel world, 2D animation had always been regarded as synonymous with "childish" and "cheap."

They didn't know at all that when the exaggerated tension of 2D hand-drawing was combined with top-tier industrial lighting and shadows, it could erupt into an epic sense that transcended reality.

"Lock the original video file into the highest security level encrypted drive. Make a backup and bring it with you."

Oriole stood up, adjusted the collar of his coat, and a sharp, unquestionable edge shone in his eyes.

"Didn't they mock us for not understanding the visual industry?"

"Tomorrow, at the Global Pan-Entertainment Annual Exhibition in Magic City. We will take this gift and go meet this group of frogs at the bottom of the well."

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