MMORPG: Divine Mech Hunter
Chapter 1638: On the Verge of the Summit

Chapter 1638: Chapter 1638: On the Verge of the Summit

All restrictions in the Void disappeared, and the Ghost Ship slowly descended, coming closer to the ground near the Tower of the Windwalker.

The players still didn’t know what was happening. It was hard for them to believe that Li Yao could tame such an overwhelmingly terrifying Ghost Ship.

Furthermore, to their eyes, Li Yao’s pets had completely vanished, which clearly indicated that Li Yao was likely doomed.

"Finally slipped up this time, huh?"

"Been waiting for this day for a long time."

"Show off all you want, playing the lone hero, now you’ve really messed up."

Many players naturally thought this way. Li Yao had been far too domineering, completely on a different level compared to them. They were all players—why should he be so special? Seeing Li Yao stumble was a rare chance for them to gloat, though they dared not voice their opinions out loud.

Especially as all the Undead knelt on one knee toward the Ghost Ship, while countless Banshees and Ghosts prostrated themselves on the ground, the players’ gloating reached its peak.

The joy on their faces was clear—they were only a step away from cheering outright.

"Wait—something’s not right. The Lich Marshal’s battle flag on the Ghost Ship is being lowered!"

"Look quickly, a new banner is rising! What are the Undead up to—re-raising a flag?"

"Haha, maybe they’re hanging someone’s head from it," someone muttered quietly.

"Hmm, it could be a morale boost before going to battle with us. Without a commander, the Withered Sun Legion is in for trouble. When we pick up missions, we’ll need to be cautious," someone said in the team chat.

"Wait, something’s definitely off. It really looks like they’re raising a flag...and what’s that symbol?"

"Holy crap—it’s the flag of the Withered Sun Legion!"

Now the players were genuinely stunned, and then they saw a few familiar figures emerge from the Ghost Ship.

Li Yao led the charge, with Withered Sun and Morning Breeze flanking him. Further back followed the Dragon Queen, the Serpent Lady, and high-ranking Undead, including the mighty Lich Marshal.

The Guard Captain of Withered Sun held aloft a weapon shimmering with golden light, shouting, "Victory to Withered Sun, eternal glory to the Legion Commander!"

Clang—clang—clang...

All members of the Withered Sun Legion knelt on one knee, raising their weapons and roaring as one.

"Victory to Withered Sun, eternal glory to the Legion Commander!"

"Victory to Withered Sun, eternal glory to the Legion Commander!"

The resounding shouts reverberated so powerfully that the dark clouds in the sky scattered, allowing sunlight to shine directly onto the Ghost Ship, making it gleam brilliantly.

The surrounding legion members of Withered Sun glared ominously at the players who were still standing dumbfounded.

Some players were overwhelmed by the grandeur. The synchronized roar of a million warriors was an awe-inspiring sight. Combined with the intimidating stares of the surrounding troops, many players followed suit and dropped to one knee.

Once some players led the way, those who didn’t kneel stood out awkwardly. Gradually, more and more players knelt, though many of the later ones bowed their heads and gritted their teeth as they did so.

Li Yao didn’t care about the players’ reactions, nor did he concern himself with their opinions. What mattered to him was the morale of the Withered Sun Legion. At this moment, he had begun to unite the legion’s spirit around himself. After capturing Daisom, no one would be able to strip him of his position as the Legion Commander.

Even if he personally agreed, the entire Withered Sun Legion would reject it.

Li Yao was very satisfied with the outcome. He pressed down both hands, and all noise and shouting instantly ceased.

"Men, today we now possess our very own Air Fortress, the Ghost Ship that now belongs to our Withered Sun Legion. From this day forward, the ship will be rechristened as the Withered Sun, but this is not the pinnacle—it is merely the beginning," Li Yao declared loudly. "Now hear my command: The army shall regroup at the Tower of the Windwalker. In three days, we march toward Daisom!"

As Li Yao’s words fell, deafening cheers erupted once again.

This astonishing scene was captured by a small-time streamer, whose livestream instantly surged in popularity, reaching record-breaking numbers beyond his wildest dreams. Excitedly, he adjusted his camera to capture the scene of millions of warriors kneeling. Only after a long moment did he speak, his voice trembling with exhilaration.

"Such a spectacle, such a moment—millions of NPCs bowing in reverence to a single player. I’m certain this scene will inspire envy and hatred in countless individuals, but it will also motivate many to strive for positions within the camp’s upper echelons. Capturing the loyalty of millions of warriors—this is bound to become a legend, a feat so great that it is uncertain whether anyone can surpass it in the future."

Just like this streamer predicted, the video began spreading like wildfire and was clicked on relentlessly. Within just two hours, it shot to the top spot on this month’s click-through rankings—a remarkable feat considering it was the last day of the month.

The monthly top three rankings were leagues ahead of other videos, yet this video had claimed the throne within hours, with clicks continuing to soar at an alarming rate.

The image of a lone player commanding millions, with armies bowing to him.

The event’s sheer impact far eclipsed anything seen in skill-focused videos. Prairie Fire’s techniques might be incredible, but many still resisted recognizing his greatness.

Yet this video utterly transformed their perceptions. This was the turbulent, stirring scene they had all dreamed of.

Li Yao had no time to care about online reactions. He busied himself reorganizing the legion and rebuilding the Tower of the Windwalker.

At the same time, he informed the high elves’ leadership that the entirety of Ghost Land had essentially fallen, leaving only Daisom to be conquered.

With the complete restoration of the Tower of the Windwalker’s twin barrier, Windwalker Village now served as an excellent port.

The supply lines for the Withered Sun Legion no longer needed to bypass the Tower of the Windwalker. No longer was cargo forced to travel through the original port by sea and then over land.

Instead, supplies could now be directly gathered at the Tower of the Windwalker. The sea supply chain was now fully established.

After addressing these complex logistical issues, Li Yao finally had the time to focus on the matters closest to his heart.

"Lord, the Undercity has expressed great interest in this Lich. They’ve stated they will send a delegation to negotiate with us and conveyed their desire to study the Ghost Ship," Morning Breeze reported.

"My mentor isn’t an outsider, and the Ghost Ship is probably a most suitable subject for their research. But this ship was secured through our hard work. You’ll handle all contact and negotiations with the delegation—don’t hold back. The Undercity has plenty of treasures, so how much we can gain depends on your skill. My mentor is stingy, to say the least. Aside from the Dark Touch, I’ve never gotten any other benefits," Li Yao said.

Morning Breeze smiled and replied, "Lord, don’t worry. Friendship is one thing; business is another. I’ll make sure to bleed the Undercity for all it’s worth. Our legion is still in its infancy and desperately needs funding. As your mentor, they ought to support you one way or another. If they can’t outright give aid, we can use this opportunity to earn plenty for the Withered Sun Legion."

"Excellent," Li Yao nodded and turned to the Magician. "Magician, what’s the status of the Ghost Ship?"

The Magician spoke with an expression of heartfelt anguish. "Lord Commander, this bunch of Undead is such a wasteful lot. The entire Ghost Ship doesn’t even have a single defensive barrier—it’s solely relying on the sturdiness of its materials to hold together. Simply outrageous excess..."