Chapter 640: Chapter 640: Struggling on the Verge of Death
This was a disaster, an absolute disaster. With the collapse of most of the buildings, all players of Prosperous Era received a system notification indicating that because of the collapse of the guild hall and the damage to most of the guild’s buildings, the whole guild base was paralyzed. All the guild boosts had disappeared, and if the guild hall wasn’t repaired within half a month, they would completely lose their base.
All the players of Prosperous Era felt like vomit blood. This blow was just too big.
But even more frustrating, countless soul white lights were flooding out from the direction of the three inns.
The soul white lights were incredibly rich, like enormous pillars of light reaching straight to the sky.
With the disappearance of the pillars of light, numerous souls appeared in the graveyard. However, all these souls were standing still in a daze, their eyes closed.
Obviously, these are the players who had logged off from inns. With the destruction of the inns and the paralysis of the guild base, their souls were directly transported here.
The people of Prosperous Era felt a chill creep over their bodies. If the paralysis of their guild base was not enough to seriously harm Prosperous Era, the sudden death of numerous players would undoubtedly deliver a devastating blow to their reputation.
I mean, if people log off under the provision of your guild base and you can’t even protect their inns, even if you rebuild the guild base in the future, who would dare to come here?
People would definitely say, “Oh, it’s safer to station in the wild than to go to the Prosperous Age Base. Staying with them is too dangerous. You wouldn’t know how you died, and you’d just waste your level and equipment.”
Leveling up in Ancient God is too difficult, especially for ordinary players. Losing a level can drive them to hysteria.
“Who the hell is it, who the hell is it?” The young master of Prosperous Era roared almost crazily.
“Who on earth did he transform into, damn it.” The cousin of Prosperous Era said in a voice filled with grinding teeth.
They had fled to a safe corner. Two bugs were now wreaking bloody carnage upon their players. The graveyard was again filled with numerous souls.
This time, no matter what attributes they had enhanced or how strong they were as tanks, regardless of the bug’s attack and skills, they all turned into squishy targets, dying upon being touched.
