Chapter 391 – A Good Talk is Needed (1/2)

In the face of a Divine artifact, no one could sit still.

Since the invasion of the Demon race had all dynasties open their borders, players could now freely visit and leave other countries. No less than ten million had come to Sky City for this auction.

Almost all the top players in the server were present. How many experts were hidden among them, no one knew. There were many who weren’t afraid of these guild masters, each offering the price they could afford.

Seeing the price rise bit by bit, some people could no longer remain calm.

“4 billion1! Grandma, whoever dares to compete with me now, I'll scrap him first!”

The one talking was a messily bearded player. Yelling out the offer, his eyes viciously swept through the room.

“Who do you think you are? 4.001 million.” A player refused to comply and added a million gold coins.

“Your grandma!” The eyes of the bearded player flashed with a savage color. His hand quickly moved to unsheath his weapon.

“Like hell I’m scared!” The other player was no pushover either. He immediately stretched out his hand and a three magic shields revolved around his body.

At the same time, around these two, there were at least ten thousand players taking out their own weapons. Anyone could see a free-for-all scuffle about to start.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm. Prosperity comes from harmony, no?” Fatty called out dryly. He looked at the increasingly heated atmosphere below in delight, without the slightless idea of stopping anyone. He even wished for them to just fight as quickly as possible.

Fight, fight, fight as loudly and lively as you can so I have a reason to detain you all.

Right at this moment, Liu Lan announced, “Fatty, City Lord Lin Xi is here.”

“Lin Xi? What is he doing here?” Fatty mumbled. Then, he saw Lin Xi stride into Holy Spirit Island with Reck’s welcome.

“Brat, making a fortune, aren’t you? Even putting up a Divine artifact for auction now,” Lin Xi said with a cold smile as he looked at Fatty.

“Poverty leaves me no choice. You see, I went to the Sun Dynasty to fight for my country and as a result, Sky City was beaten to this state. Since no one pays for my damages, I have to do it myself. If I don't sell something, I won’t even have anything to feed Sky City.” Fatty looked back at Lin Xi with tears in his eyes.

“Stop with your act. Just so you know, I'll take the Doomsday Ice Staff.” Lin Xi snorted.

Fatty immediately stood up and stretched out his right hand, the fingers rubbing together as he looked at Lin Xi with that knowing look.

Lin Xi understood that look. He contemplated for a while and held out a finger. “My Black Tortoise City will be responsible for providing half of the resources for the construction of Sky City.”

“Deal.” Fatty grabbed Lin Xi's hand, the tears in his eyes had miraculously disappeared.

“Then this auction?” Liu Lan asked.

“Can’t be carried out anymore anyway.” Fatty smiled ever so calmly.

Indeed. The guild masters below had joined hands and moreover even called their friends, getting more and more players involved. In just the span of a few sentences said, more than 100,000 players had unleashed colorful skills and spells.

“Isn't it impossible to PK in the city?” asked TheFugitive.

“Oh, I've turned this restriction off,” Fatty casually replied.

Most of the players who could come to Sky City were those of status and strength, and all thought they were superior in both more than others. None wouldn’t let themselves be bullied without retaliation. When several AoE magic attacks involved a large number of players indiscriminately, the whole Sky City boiled.

“Kill, kill these bastards. How dare they compete for the Divine artifact with me!”

“Destroy them, and the artifact is ours!”

The eyes of the players below had gone bloodshot from the fighting. In response to this, the players of Sky City mysteriously disappeared, turning a blind eye to the riot below.

“What now?” Holy Paladin, Dark Lord and the others looked at each other through the crowd and all saw greed in each other's eyes.

Now that a fight has already broken out, why would I spend that money? This was the idea of these guild masters.

With a loud shout, a dozen groups of players appeared. Like a sharp knife, they paved through the chaotic crowd and rushed towards Holy Spirit Island.

“Finally, they’ve finally started fighting! Grandma, I’ve been waiting for this for too long!” Fatty sprang up in ecstasy, watching as the torrents of players gradually approach Holy Spirit Island.

“Humph! How can a mere tattered Sky City be compared with my Storm City? The title ‘head of the seven neutral main cities’ should be my city’s!” SaintPetertheGreat thunderously charged with his people.

“What is a Divine artifact anyway, even ten of them can’t exchange for Sky City.” The goal of some guild masters wasn't the Doomsday Ice Staff, but Sky City.

Among these people, there were foreign guilds as well as the CN region’s own. In short, except for those that were friendly with Fatty, almost all the guilds on the scene set their targets to be the Doomsday Ice Staff and Sky City. They were no longer fighting each other but rushed towards Holy Spirit Island in a tacit understanding.