Chapter 25 (2/2)

As for how much the entire human race, or even the entire Material Plane, would have to pay for this, it did not matter to them.

In fact, the greater the price paid by others, the more advantageous it would be for them.

As long as they kept their own strength, the weaker the others were, the stronger they would be, right?

After the war was won, would their share of the benefits not be greater?

As for how much credit they had gained in the war, these were not what the nobles cared about.

The credit was given to the civilians and soldiers.

It was just a promise to them.

The nobles were not that naive.

However, the problem was that all the nobles were not fools.

It might not be a big deal if one person made a small calculation, but if all the nobles made their own small calculations, the situation of the entire human race would not be optimistic.

The effect of Angel’s Wings could only last for three days.

Once the effect ended, the blessing of the human’s Light Camp would disappear.

Once the battle line collapsed, everyone would be finished.

There would be no tomorrow.

The old king was so anxious that he did not eat. He kept writing letters in the study room, but the effect was minimal.

“The game designers really lost it this time.”

“It’s a pity that such a good game was destroyed by the game designers.”

“Yeah, I’ve been looking forward to it for ten years, but it only lasted for a few days before it collapsed.”

“It’s true that there’s no such thing as success or failure. The game develops on its own and doesn’t think that intervention is the biggest selling point. In the end, it actually collapsed so early because of independent development.”

“Such a big operation, but the players don’t feel any sense of participation. What a failure!”

“It’s not that there’s no sense of participation, it’s just that you don’t feel any sense of participation.”

“Look at those female players, they’re all playing so happily under the Imperial City.”

“F*ck, the female players are just a bunch of idiots. Can they be compared to the female players?”

“The entire human race can’t hold on anymore, but they’re still shouting ‘the best prince’. Can Walter defeat all of the Abyssal Demon Spiders by himself?”

“Why can’t he? I think you’re just jealous.”

A group of male players was discussing when a female player suddenly appeared to refute.

Unexpectedly, everyone did not quarrel ended the conversation.

At this point in the game, even the most arrogant male player could not do anything.

Not to mention influencing the situation, even participating in it was impossible.

Although the female players were the same, they were still playing enthusiastically.

It had been almost a day since the Abyss Invasion.

The female players under the Houston Imperial City had never stopped.

Their combat strength was comparable to the Holy Warriors in the Holy See.

Since all the players were gathered in the safe zone, there was no enthusiasm to kill monsters and level up. They were only waiting to witness the destruction of the human race and then collectively retreat.

They could not really become the ruler of the Abyss, and everyone would be reincarnated as the Abyssal Race, right?

Although it was not impossible, it was still a little too much.

Not all players could accept the darkness, especially female players.

Just as everyone’s eyes were focused on the battle with the Abyss, Walter, who had been in seclusion, suddenly pushed open the door and walked out.

“I smell the stench of a demon. Is it the Abyss or Hell?”

“Oh, my child, you’re finally out.”

The old king put down the quill in his hand and hugged Walter tightly. Then, as if he had thought of something, he hurriedly pushed Walter away and said anxiously,

“Walter, quickly go back and continue your seclusion. No matter who comes, don’t open the door to see any guests! Understand?”