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Chapter 542 - 367: How Are You Getting Stronger the More You Fight! (6K for Monthly Pass)_3

Chapter 542: Chapter 367: How Are You Getting Stronger the More You Fight! (6K for Monthly Pass)_3

Too weak.

It was surprising that the Blackstone Alliance was willing to put forth so many chips, not only a large batch of mysterious crystals and rare treasures, but also 50% of Oasis’s future output for the next hundred years.

Even Bolizemon was slightly tempted.

He shook his head, "Supporting these Great Oases is too risky, and we’re even more unsure of how long the catastrophe will last. All of these... instinctively, I decline."

"Of course," he added, "if one day, a Great Oasis can no longer hold on and decides to evacuate, we could consider taking in a small number of talents to our City of Fallen Stars."

This choice was not only the most advantageous for the City of Fallen Stars, but it was also the choice with the lowest risk and the most robust.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten days had gone by.

The disaster showed no signs of abating; instead, it grew more and more fierce. The warriors who tensely defended the city had fought for more than ten days and their condition had already started to slide, with the consumption of potions, items, and mysterious crystals gushing out uncontrollably like a flood.

Faced with these pressures, Bolizemon had already taken action several times these past days.

He grew increasingly grateful that he had chosen the most prudent strategy at the outset.

"By contrast, the Blazefire Commerce Guild must be starting to panic by now, reaping the bitter fruits of their initial arrogance."

As the situation grew more urgent, Bolizemon, compelled by the Mysterious Evil Tide’s assault, had to intervene about every two to three days.

He was irritated, but whenever he thought of the Mythical Empress of the Blazefire Commerce Guild, who had to intervene frequently and faced much more pressure than him, Bolizemon’s irritability would ease immediately.

He had found a way to relieve his stress.

While he had a moment to spare, he decided to take a look at the state of the Blazing Fire Mall.

Thinking this, he fixed his gaze upon the scene, using a descendant of a certain bloodline as an anchor.

...

...

The situation at the Blazing Fire Mall seemed not to be optimistic.

Since the day before yesterday, the barrage of artillery fire had hardly ceased. The Mysterious Evil attacking the Oasis ranged from dozens to tens of thousands at a time.

The numbers might not look overwhelming, but they required the city’s defenders to be constantly on alert, wearing down their endurance and gnawing at the warriors’ conditions.

The two epic-class airships that had been rescuing people everywhere were no longer setting sail and had docked at the western city port.

The hulls of the ships were covered with traces of Mysterious Evil tearing and energy splashing, indicative of either severe damage or glorious combat achievements.

This indicated that Blazefire was indeed under pressure.

At the moment,

Before the front line of the mall’s defenses, the imposing city walls stood tall on the land; the thick, silver-grey walls were covered with coiling, thick, brown roots resembling blood vessels within and without the walls, or hundreds of meters-long giant pythons entwined around the massive ramparts.

Inside these thick, brown roots, one could faintly see tiny particles flowing, connecting the entire stretch of wall and the surrounding land into one entity. Despite the violent energy strikes from the distance, reminiscent of a sudden downpour, the majestic rampart remained unshaken.

Ever since the construction of the Wood Growth Root Wall had been completed and activated, no matter how loud the thunderous noise was outside, the land inside the city scarcely quivered.

However, the continuous operation of such an extensive epic-tier mechanism consumed an immeasurable amount of mysterious crystals.

"When will this disaster finally subside?"

"Can the Blazefire Commerce Guild hold on?"

"It seems the Mysterious Evil Tide is getting fiercer."

Powerful beings watched with uneasy hearts.

The surging Mysterious Evil Tide seemed not to clash against the towering wall but to be ceaselessly battering their hearts.

It has been about two months since the disaster first emerged, from the initial sporadic anomalous Mysterious Evil assaulting the Oasis to today...

"Assaults from scattered Mysterious Evil are practically nonstop, and today there have been 26 occurrences of Mysterious Evil Tide exceeding a thousand in number, with the largest one reaching tens of thousands, and many amongst these Mysterious Evils are high-starred."

A mercenary captain prepared the report.

On the fourth day, several mercenary captains gathered again.

"Today, there have been 32 occurrences of Mysterious Evil Tide breaking a thousand in number, and the Flamefire Empress was forced to intervene twice."

The speaking mercenary captain, suffering from sleepless nights, already had some bloodshot in his eyes.

The seventh day.

"The number of Mysterious Evil Tide occurrences breaking a thousand is still on the rise, everyone, this is not good."

The speaker, now with even more bloodshot eyes, often crouched high to observe and was very clear about the situation of the Blazefire Commerce Guild.

"It might be the initial refusals that now make it difficult for them to ask for help, but that time is coming soon."

"I counted carefully, today another twenty-some warriors of the Blazefire Commerce Guild were injured by the Mysterious Evil, which means their contamination level will worsen, their condition further deteriorating... and over these days, I estimate that several hundred warriors of the Blazefire Commerce Guild have been injured, some enduring two or three rounds of Mysterious Evil’s harm. I fear, these people are not going to hold out much longer."

It was a problem other forces were facing as well.

Withstanding a single Mysterious Evil Tide was not difficult, but time after time, relentlessly, the Awakeners were beginning to falter.

Awakeners are not made of iron, but Mysterious Evil is!

Inside the Blazing Fire Mall, numerous mercenary groups stood fully prepared, ready to replace the Blazefire warriors and commence a new round of city defense.