Game’s Dogma

Chapter 326: Squall of the Flowers

The Eastern players were utterly annihilated the moment they left the Holy Ground. Others soon got wind of the incident and climbed up the short city walls to see what was going on.

A sea of red awaited them, the dense red IDs indicating that they were enemies from the West. Assaulting and occupying Holy Grounds owned by another server wasnt possible right now, but that didnt prevent the West from setting up a blockade to halt the growth of their enemies. With them besieging the Eastern-owned Holy Ground, players from the East could only level up in obsolete maps on their server.

Myriad Blooms was a gathering of the most unruly players. They refused to accept Masks rule, so they chose Empyreon as their home city. They were unconvinced by Chau Yus leadership, so they felt joining his alliance was beneath them. As such, they ended up in Myriad Blooms, where Hibiscus imposed barely any rules.

Now that the enemies were right up their doorsteps, they all flared up and yelled, Hey you people from the West! Whats the meaning of this!

Regardless of how harsh their words were, none dared to take a step out of the protected territory within the Holy Ground. Only doom would befall them when at least a hundred thousand players were surrounding the entrances.

Hearing the Easts bickering, those from the West snickered in response. Their intention was obviousit was a war they were declaring.

Suddenly, a path opened up through the sea of red IDs. A person with short silver hair in a tattered hemp robe and grass-woven sandals strode through the crowd. A katana was hung on each side of his waist. He casually arrived before the Holy Ground without fearing that hed be swarmed by the enemy.

Those of the Eastern server, heed my words. His voice wasnt particularly loud, but thanks to some sort of item, everyone within the Holy Ground could hear him. From today onwards, entry and exit are forbidden. Wind and rain shall pass through, day and night shall cycle on, but not a single player from the East shall leave this place!

The assertive declaration by Musashi was the Wests declaration of war. Turmoil immediately ensued within the besieged Holy Ground.

Not long after, a silhouette flew past the skies like a heavenly figure. The sight was a stunning one; the only known player capable of flight was the owner of the Eastern servers Holy Ground, Hibiscus.

Alone, he flew out of the Holy Ground as his flowery robe wavered in the sky. He pinched his middle finger and thumb, then clicked ita sea of flowers bloomed within the horde of players from the West. The sudden attack took them by surprise and many of them turned into white flashes upon death.

Hibiscus gazed down at the Wests army with his handsome face and asked, Who said no one from the East can pass through?

Musashis declaration was still ringing in everyones ears when Hibiscus assaulted them alone; it was a heavy slap to his face. However, he didnt seem embarrassed at all and instead broke into laughter.

You can fly, of course you can leave freely. Im curious, how many of you can fly? We Olympus have an army of a hundred thousand stationed here. How many of them can you kill?

Hibiscus stayed silent before replying calmly, At least I can kill you.

Flower Plucking Fingers strike whizzed through the air towards Musashi. Despite seeing their general attacked out of the blue, none of the Western players made a cry of surprise. Who was Musashi? One of the Four Generals!

I have to say, youre over your head. Musashis silhouette flickered, and finger-sized holes formed on the ground. None of the attacks could even graze his robe. I suggest you fly higher.

Before Musashi finished his line, a swarm of attacks shot toward Hibiscus. It didnt come from Musashi, but this wasnt a duel in the first place. Black tentacles crawled towards the sky in an attempt to seize the lone target.

Shadow Tentacles was the main skill of most tormentors. It had quick travelling speed, short cast time, and powerful control effects. As long as one of the many tentacles touched Hibiscus, hed be dragged down to the crowd and experience a swift death.

Hibiscus squinted his eyes. He conjured flowers beneath his legs and soared higher up until he was out of their reach.

Musashi kept up his smile on the ground. Arent you good at flying? A bit more altitude is recommended.

Musashis taunts were like orders. This time around, it was bullets and arrows instead of magic. A huge volley of Heart-Piercing Shots bolted upwards at once.

Rangers had the greatest attack range of all basic classes; Hibiscus had to scurry to climb higher into the sky to stay out of reach.

Musashi put his hands next to his mouth to form a speaker and shouted, Come attack us again! Ahahaha!

Hibiscus skill Flowery Steps was certainly powerful, but that was only applicable to melee classes. For ranged players, having him fly in the sky was a welcome sight. It didnt matter whether he was up there or on the ground; they simply had to fire away as usual. Hibiscus first assault only succeeded because he had the element of surprise. Now that the West was prepared for it, he was at his wits end.

Even Drako Yau or Zeus could only retreat when up against a hundred thousand players, let alone Hibiscus.

This was no simple battleit was war.

Changing the scene to another Holy Ground, one not owned by any player but rather the god race. All players could enter and leave this place freely.

Drako Yau stood somewhere in the Holy Ground, pondering something in his head in total silence. Someone came over and stood next to him. They were rivalsthey always had been.

Why? he asked.

Why what? the person returned him a question.

Someone as smart as you are should have expected me to ask this already, am I wrong?

The person was Chau Yu, the mastermind whose intellect was beyond anyones imagination. He no longer feigned ignorance and answered, His selfish ways were disagreeable.

But Empyreal Alliance lost access to the Warring Wastelands for that.

What Drako Yau asked about was the falling out between Empyreal Alliance and Myriad Blooms. Now, Empyreal Alliance could no longer use the Easts Holy Ground, just like those from Yoda and Evergrand.

Therell be some other way. With a great common foe before our eyes, I know clearly what should be and shouldnt be done. I find you an eyesore, but in the end, youre also from the East, and that means were on the same side. We can fight among ourselves all we want once were done dealing with the West.

What are your thoughts?

Figure out something to solve the issue of not having a Holy Ground. The Warring Wastelands is a ticking time bomb. Without a Holy Ground as a supporting base, problems will arise sooner or later. It might even be impossible to challenge future dungeons when we dont have access to the guild and alliance channels, said Chau Yu.

Theres nothing we can do. According to my estimations, there are only two Holy Grounds in the entire wastelands, one for the East and one for the West. Think about it, why did we get to the Demonic Tower so much sooner? Thats because the system determined that the Eastern server is weaker, so it gave us a head start. Butcherer was an unexpected variable as I was his target. Either way, the Holy Ground wouldve ended in our, the Easts, hands.

Chau Yu furrowed his brows. Although he had remarkable intelligence, his way of thinking was fundamentally different from Drako Yau who was a game designer. His mindset as a developer allowed him to notice things others wouldnt have thought of.

Go on, prompted Chau Yu.

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