Compared to the realistic gunfight alleys outside, the battle inside the Sea God’s subnet is completely liberating.
It feels like CS1.6 suddenly turned into CSOL, a straightforward gunfight transforming into a divine and demonic showdown.
Mountains move, earth shifts
Buildings collapse, ocean flattens
The entire battlefield is in chaos, utterly shambolic.
"All forces converge under the true sword of heaven!"
A vast sea of light swords flew out from the fingers of Jianxue Wuming in mid-air, looking immensely formidable.
But in reality, Qatar could immediately tell that it was nothing more than the simplest basic duplication Demonic Puppet, which shattered upon colliding with his firewall without even a ripple.
Hacker battles are contests of algorithms and computing power; whoever’s Demonic Puppet and attack program can first breach the opponent’s firewall or induce a computing overload will win, burning out the enemy’s brain, rather than a simple clash of numbers, health bars, and attributes, making the overall situation much more complex.
Players’ Demonic Puppets may be rudimentary, but they don’t get immunity from numerical dominance; their attacks also require the Voodoo Gang hackers to spend effort cracking them, though it’s just a matter of computing cost, and in large numbers, they still can’t withstand it.
And for Qatar and others, the biggest issue is this crowd seems endless, with their numbers increasing continuously, growing from a dozen to now over a hundred, attacking the airborne Voodoo Gang hackers from all sides.
To relieve pressure, the Voodoo Gang hackers had to band together, defending while seeking opportunities to counterattack.
"Damn it, Lase, have you found where their source code is?"
Behind Qatar and others, a hacker holds a data trap, and upon closer inspection, Youzi Chef can be seen wandering inside, confused.
Youzi Chef: "Help! Trapped in a small black room with African guys, isn’t this some kind of hentai scenario; at least wait ten years after I’m dead for that!"
In his view, he seemed to be locked in a transparent cage, unable to find a way out, and those hackers were all giant-sized, entering would be deadly.
To find the source of the players’ immortality, the Voodoo Gang hackers even used logical traps to capture Youzi Chef.
The hacker referred to as Lase didn’t answer, his brows tense, staring at the fist-sized spherical trap in his hand, countless data streams before his eyes, trying to parse the result.
If sweating were possible in the Sea God’s subnet, he’d probably be drenched by now. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩
A piercing scream erupted from Lase’s mouth, his body dissolving under the frightened gazes of all hackers, disintegrating into countless light particles and vanishing, his real-world body ceasing all life activities after several convulsions, leaving the Voodoo Gang members nearby no time to save him.
The first fallen hacker appeared, dying so quickly and mysteriously.
And with the host’s demise, the logical trap immediately unraveled and vanished, allowing Youzi Chef to escape, overjoyed, as he rushed towards a hacker with a woodcutter’s blade in hand.
"Taste my mighty woodcutter blade!"
Then he was instantly slapped to death.
Watching their teammate perish, the Voodoo Gang hackers were utterly bewildered, how could such garbage cannon fodder instantly kill an elite hacker?
Could this actually be their true strength?
Looking at the sky again, the black and red code stream almost covered two-thirds of the sky, Brigitte retreating steadily under Lucy’s assault.
Getting defeated in his own best field by such inexplicable attacks inevitably raises a sense of frustration.
Meanwhile, the players are still thrilled, as long as their ’toys’ aren’t completely broken, the battle won’t stop.
"Damn it! These elite monsters are way too terrible; can’t even see their health bars. Developers, come out and apologize!"
Recently revived Natural Curl pointed up at the hackers in the sky, complaining that their previous attacks didn’t seem to have any effect, like stones sinking in the ocean.
Tutu watching the changes in the sky thought it might be a map hint, and when the black and red code representing Lucy covered the entire sky, the Sea God’s subnet battle could end.
He still hadn’t had enough.
"No way, if things go , we’ll only win through plot advancement, we need a proper strategy, or we definitely can’t break through these elite monsters’ defense."
Natural Curl began building a hundred-meter Ship-Slaying Sword in the sky and swung it at the firewall constructed by Voodoo Gang hackers, shouting at Pandora:
"Little carrot-headed ones! You smartest bunch better come up with a plan!"
Pandora thinking of ways to crack the firewall heard this and, veins bulging on her forehead, immediately left the current battle and rocketed like a missile towards Natural Curl, hitting this guy straight into the building with a celestial impact.
Then turned threateningly towards Wig standing beside Natural Curl.
Wig shook his head repeatedly, "I didn’t say anything."
Time and again attacking without power, Hu Lang also retreated, as she and Pandora compared to the Voodoo Gang’s experienced hackers lacked at least two skill levels, simply couldn’t win in solo duels.
"I have an idea meow, perhaps worth a try."
"Unify our forces meow, though we outnumber them, each individual’s power is too small, the quantity hasn’t reached a level of qualitative change. Instead, if we concentrate our strength, we might be able to breach the firewall."
Natural Curl emerged from the rubble, dusting off nonexistent dust from his head, then raised both hands above his head
"Are you suggesting a Spirit Bomb?"
Hu Lang shook her head repeatedly: "Spirit Bomb is out of reach meow; when designing this program, we hadn’t conquered this difficulty, with insufficient data body intelligence, unable to bear such absurd data flows. It needs people to bear the load meow."