237 Ism Lodging a Complaint! (2/2)

The participants who stayed were mostly hardcore warriors from other Dungeons, but they could never be as hardcore as the gamers.

They were a bunch of Bladder Bomb-laden creatures who would run happily into a crowd and perform self-detonation!

How could they not be happy? The self-detonating gamers had the support of rich gamers and would be given Legendary Equipment. With the title of Dark Rider at stake, they would gladly bomb their way to victory!

The game ”Dungeon: Eternal Kingdom” wasn't lacking rich gamers.

The combat power of a single gamer wasn't strong, but the mass battle wasn't a one-on-one duel. The participants were intimidated by the prowess of the gamers. When the remaining combatants recovered from their shock, they discovered that it wasn't easy to defeat the gamers who were in a combat formation.

Moreover, hundreds of gamers were Mana users. They could cast spells as though Mana was free-flowing. Before long, only the gamers were left on the battlefield. Those opponents who surrendered and were knocked unconscious were in good states. For those opponents who weren't unconscious or weren't willing to give up, the gamers fought them viciously.

After killing off those obstinate opponents, the gamers started to turn on each other. The contest became a violent and bloody spectacle.

When fighting NPCs, the gamers were only allowed to knock them unconscious. However, there were no such rules between the gamers. Moreover, the feud between the Guilds made them eternal foes.

Between the Guilds, their members would kill each other on sight. And they treated their opponents as their main motivation to play the game.

Since they were given such a grand opportunity, why would they not kill each other?

No matter how the gamers fought among themselves, it wasn't a problem because nobody could compete with them. Sherlock had obtained his desired result the moment the contest started.

Andrew was bursting with jealousy.

Why! Why were Sherlock's servants so awesome? He was able to muster a 2,000 member team that consisted of ill-disciplined trash. However, it turned out that they were Great Magicians and had terrifying explosives. Why were they so frightening?

Was Lord Sherlock not afraid of the Union investigating him?

Though Andrew was filled with questions, his warriors were all killed in the pre-selection contest. However, their loyalty was highly commendable. They were given many chances to give up, and they could have even feigned unconsciousness, but they chose to fight to their last breaths.

It didn't change the result of the contest. All the participants from Winterfell and the other Dungeons were out of the tournament. Only Eternal Kingdom's warriors remained. The plan was to select 300 participants for the semi-finals, but there were massive killings that reduced the participant count to about a hundred. The organizing committee from the Merchant Alliance quickly stopped the contest.

Onionhead was appalled by the situation. He immediately looked for Sherlock and said, ”Lord Sherlock, what's the situation?”

”I'm letting my servants take part in the contest to support your work,” Sherlock said as a matter-of-fact.

”But Lord Sherlock, there are massive casualties, the Unions…” Onionhead said worriedly. Sherlock understood his intention and reassured him.

”Don't worry, these Goblins and Gnomes aren't union members. Houndhead Men can't possibly have unions, so there are no problems with the Unions.”

”But I'm worried… someone may lodge a complaint.”

Onionhead was full of worry, but Sherlock said confidently, ”Impossible. I don't think anyone will lodge a complaint against me.”

At this instant, Andrew was writing a letter to the Union, ”Letter of Complaint”.