The technology is evidently still limited. Without enough time to settle, some issues gradually surfaced during actual combat.
So, as time passed, the Crystal Ball began to show cracks.
Once a crack appears, it indicates it’s about to become scrap.
At this point, the Master of the Goblin World was nearly going mad.
In the entire Goblin World, eighty percent of the adult goblins were dead.
Only twenty percent remained.
But he did not hesitate at all, sending all the goblins to the battlefield.
Final battle, the ultimate battle.
He had already sensed the breath of failure but was powerless, forced to gamble, hoping for a turnaround.
Here, the first Crystal Ball of the Magic Tower exploded.
With the first, the second and third soon followed.
Initially, it was thought that victory belonged to their side.
But as the Crystal Balls exploded one after another, players were dumbfounded.
The changes came too quickly.
Suddenly, the range of magic attacks was significantly reduced.
Even so, there were still quite a few Crystal Balls that could be used, still able to hold on.
And they must certainly persevere.
But immediately, the Tower Spirit indicated that the Element Pool’s energy was depleted, energy was insufficient, and spell casting could no longer be sustained.
In an instant, all the magic emitted by the Magic Tower suddenly fizzled out.
Players were directly stupefied.
At this critical juncture.
The Master of the Goblin World was nearly in despair, yet had not expected happiness to come so suddenly.
The opponent’s firepower was weakened.
Before even understanding, it had vanished completely? Completely disappeared.
The goblin army thus marched onto the so-called death land, the Giant Dragon Mountain Range.
Previously, as long as the goblins surged ahead, they would die under ranged magic attacks.
Now, many actually entered the Giant Dragon Mountain Range without a timely burst of massive area attacks.
Happiness came too suddenly, almost unable to accept it.
The Master of the Goblin World was on an emotional rollercoaster, so happy he almost cried.
Meanwhile, the players of the Water Blue Star were dumbfounded, taking several seconds to react.
Energy was gone? Unable to cast spells.
"Go for broke!" the players roared, many hysterical, rushing out.
They didn’t know the enemies were few, but what they could see still covered the sky and earth, as if they’d never decreased.
Countless were eliminated, yet the enemies remained endless.
But they were unwilling to accept failure, only able to engage in hand-to-hand combat, fighting desperately.
Like gamblers who’ve lost it all.
"It’s over!" some players said, slumping to the ground, faces ashen, bodies trembling.
They had invested nearly all their assets, even carrying huge loans, all invested in this cross-world battle.
As long as they won, the contribution from a world-class battle alone would be enough to compensate for everything.
There was also the purchased land that could be passed down for generations.
If they failed, the world battle contributions would vanish into thin air, and the land, ha, would belong to the enemy.
Even if they could shut down the teleportation between two worlds, preventing further invasion from the enemies.
Well, at least a few decades, at most hundreds of years, would be needed to repay debts,
they would still require ways to make money, or the interest alone would be unaffordable.
Um, most probably wouldn’t survive that long.
The upper limit of the Water Blue Star Mini World was too low, the population too large, and there was no more potential to exploit.
All industries had matured to the extreme, naturally, profits reached a low point.
It’s all that damn Small Knife’s fault, what Master of the World, legendary god?
Incompetent, what’s the point of starting a battle with the Otherworld? Even encouraging us to buy on credit?
Originally wanted to earn money, exchange for Spiritual Qi in reality, good stuff, eventually cultivating immortality, but now it’s all gone.
Unwilling to accept it.
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There were also those utterly despondent.
More so, some cursed loudly.
Yet, unaware that all this was recorded by the Tower Spirit.
Small Knife had a large heart, cursing me without consequences!
Well then, now the counterattack begins.
The Water Blue Star Mini World players, hysterically roaring, wanted to rush out, finally squeezed out of the Magic Tower.
Because the Magic Tower was too large, and too many people were rushing out.
By this time, most of the Giant Dragon Mountain Range had been occupied by goblins.
Only a few peaks centered around this Magic Tower remained.
And they had already reached the front of the peaks.
Those once numerous Spiritual Energy Firearms had long been silent.
Compared to the magic supported by the Element Pool, the bullets and such consumed by these firearms were astronomical, already unusable long ago.
Seeing these endless goblins, players laughed wryly, screaming, about to pounce.
Poured everything into it.
Suddenly the ground cracked.
The enormous cracks in the Giant Dragon Mountain Range had over a hundred openings.
This was where these players had once entered underground.
In an instant, a massive wave of various wooden Mechanical Puppet Beasts surged out, directly pouncing on these goblins.
Most of the Mechanical Puppet Beasts were refined from thousand-year-old wood but had Second Realm evaluations.
The Rune Technology contained was at an extremely high level, and goblin attacks were relatively straightforward, so dealing with ten of the same level goblins posed no problem.
If dealing with the most numerous First Realm ones, they could even handle a thousand each.
Of course, most importantly, there were enough Mechanical Puppet Beasts, that was the key.
Over a hundred massive underground openings, Mechanical Puppet Beasts crashing out like waves, instantly faced the goblin horde, swiftly slaughtering them.