Chapter 160 Round Three


    [Game Start]


    As the window screen dissolved, n''s senses gradually returned. His eyes opened, and he found himself standing in the midst of a dense forest, the fading light of dusk casting eerie shadows among the trees.


    In the distance, beyond the foliage, a chaotic scene unfolded. Flickering fires illuminated the forest, and the air was filled with the sounds of battle – shouts, screams, and the unmistakable sh of steel. n swiftly took out his weapon, the gleaming de of the [Third Reich sword] firmly gripped in his hand, and he charged toward the source of themotion.


    As he pushed deeper into the forest, he came upon a harrowing sight. Towering and menacing, battle-hardened warriors d in dark leather armor, adorned with metal studs and rivets, and draped in animal pelts as cloaks, were ruthlessly pursuing a group of terrified vigers. With their brutal axes and swords, the warriors showed no mercy, leaving devastation in their wake.


    n''s heart raced as he watched the horrifying scene. He recognized the attackers as Saxon warriors, notorious for their cruelty and aggression. It was a massacre, and the vigers had no means to defend themselves.


    Then, a notification appeared on his game link.


    [You Received F Level Quest: Save the vigers]


    n''s immediate instinct wasn''t to rush into the fray and save the vigers. As convincing as the scene appeared to be a real-life bloodbath, these vigers were NPCs, part of the game''s simtion, and n wasn''t willing to endanger himself for their sake. It was best to assess the situation before taking any rash actions.


    One particr detail gave him reason for concern. In his previous life within the game, he had indeed encountered Saxon warriors, but the circumstances were different. He''d been situated within a Roman garrison, watching the battle unfold from a much safer position.


    This ring inconsistency left him pondering two possibilities. The first was tied to his high level and impressive stats, specting that the game had ced him in this harrowing situation due to his advanced character progression. The second possibility was the one that he feared the most.


    To confirm his theory, n sprung into action. He closed the gap swiftly, employing his [Lunge Attack] to get the drop on one of the Saxon warriors who was moments away from delivering a death blow to a helpless viger. n''s well-executed maneuver took the Saxon by surprise.


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 158 damage],


    [Critical hit inflicted from sneak attack, 77 damage, Target dies…]


    n''s quick thinking and skillful attack granted him 250 experience points and 125 survival points. However, the act of killing one of the Saxon''srades called out the remaining Saxon warriors, who bristled with anger, their focus now squarely on n.


    [Saxon Warrior]


    [Type: Human]


    [Rank: E+]


    These brutalbatants were a rank above Nazi-trained soldiers, boasting impressive attack capabilities and decent speed. Despite their rtive strength, they were no match for n''s advanced stats and honedbat skills. Their defenses left much to be desired, making them vulnerable to n''s strikes.


    [You gained 1000 XP and 500 survival points]


    As thest of the Saxon warriors fell, the surviving vigers watched in a mix of relief and awe. One of them stepped forward, a glimmer of hope in their eyes, and spoke to n with a plea for help.


    "Warrior, please, save my vige. I beg you."


    The dire situation became clear as the vigers told him about the brutal Saxon that was currently raiding their vige just across the forest. Their peaceful settlement had been ravaged, with vigers in and their homes set aze. The gravity of the situation didn''t excite n; instead, it brought a sense of trepidation, knowing full well the challenges that would be waiting for him.


    In response, n hastily retrieved his [CD116 Mobile Radio] and tried to establish contact with any of his Wolverine units.


    "Wolverines, this is n,e in," he repeated into the device, listening intently for any sign of a response.


    To his dismay, the transmission was marred by static, rendering any messages unintelligible. It was an rming development that heightened n''s anxiety. Either the device was malfunctioning or the Wolverines were much farther away than he had anticipated.


    n contemted moving to higher ground to improve his reception when the unmistakable sound of firearms echoed from the direction of the vige.


    Amid the chaos and the sounds of battle, n had a glimmer of hope. With the sound of firearms, there was a high probability that some of the Wolverines or other yers might be in the vicinity, so he made the decision to rush toward the vige. As he approached, the grim reality became apparent – the vige was under siege by a formidable war party of Saxon warriors, numbering at least a hundred.


    n soon encountered a group of two dozen yers who were holding their ground and defending the beleaguered vigers. Among them, he recognized Robs, the former police officer who led Militia 13. n''s spirits were lifted when he saw Bill and his group of 10 fighters in another corner, fiercely battling the iing Saxons.


    Utilizing firearms, these groups managed to fend off the Saxon attackers, but it was a daunting task. Vigers had already fallen victim to the merciless raiders, with hundreds of casualties.


    n charged into the heart of the vige, taking down a few Saxons in his path. His arrival prompted cheers of relief, and Bill, the CEO, couldn''t hide his tion.


    "Ourmander is here, we are saved!" Bill shouted, overjoyed at n''s presence.


    n, however, knew that they couldn''t stay in the vige. The stakes were too high, and time was of the essence.


    "We need to get out of this vige!" n dered, his sense of urgency clear.


    "What about the quest?!" Robs asked, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "I think we can handle them."


    "No, trust me, follow me," n insisted, his determination unwavering.


    n''s reputation preceded him, and with Bill and his squad ready to follow, Robs wisely decided to join the exodus. The tense atmosphere hung in the air as they moved together, but soon they encountered a group of Saxon warriors blocking their escape route.


    As n prepared to break through the enemy lines, a realization struck. These warriors were actually Asian, and a few were armed with firearms. The situation took an unexpected turn.


    "n, they are other yers! From another server?" Bill eximed.


    The leader of the Asian group intervened, preventing the Saxons from attacking. He asked, "Who are you guys? From which server?"


    The presence of the Asian yers triggered a surge of anxiety within n. n knew that these yers before them hailed from the Bangkok server, and the Saxons had been listening to them because they were programmed to join the Saxon faction.


    The issue here was that in his previous life, the Thand yers should have received the Angles faction, representing the other Germanic tribes that invaded Britannia. This revtion confirmed n''s worst fears. The reason he hadn''t spawned in the Roman garrison was because the game had assigned them a different faction altogether – not Saxon, not Roman.


    n realized that their situation was far moreplex and perilous than he had initially thought.


    Despite the pause in the Saxon attack, the yers were taken aback as the Saxons continued to mercilessly ughter the vigers. n urgently turned to the Thand yers and implored, "Stop killing them!"


    A yer from Thand responded with a sardonic grin, "He''s worried we''re taking his points."


    n insisted, "No, no, listen to me, stop killing them now!"


    Before he could offer a thorough exnation, an eerie sound echoed through the sky, and the moon transformed into a sinister shade of red. A chilling wind swept through the area, sending shivers down their spines.


    "What''s happening?"


    "We''re toote, prepare to fight."


    "Fight who?" the bewildered yers inquired.


    Simultaneously, a notification shed across their game links, affecting both New York and Bangkok yers.


    [The source of darkness has arrived in Britannia Land]


    [Warning: Danger will arrive in 1 minute]


    The message sent shockwaves through the group, leaving everyone, both yers and Saxon warriors, visibly distressed. As the one-minute countdown reached its conclusion, the entire group was about to witness a scene of pure horror.


    Amidst the chilling, blood-red moon, hundreds of corpses, once vigers and Saxons alike, began to stir.


    The dead had risen.