Summoning Players into My Game-Chapter 691 - 362: Kicked the Iron Plate?

"Envious? We risked our lives for this. In the recent city defense battle, those big shots joined forces to self-destruct, causing the Insect Race’s BOSS to leave with serious injuries. If the Insect Race attacks again, its strength will be even greater. By then, we in the Bone Forging Realm might not even qualify as cannon fodder."

"Indeed, based on the information brought back by the Gods big shots as captives, the game setting states that the Insect Race is incredibly formidable, not just ruling over our planet but many others as well. There are hundreds of legion commanders. Future defense battles, in terms of scale and difficulty, will surely increase. By then, not only will levels be important, but also combat skills and the level of martial arts mastered. This time, so many big shots could repel the Insect Race commander thanks to their mastery of powerful martial arts."

"Mastering powerful martial arts, huh? I heard that the Gods big shots have been using the Basic Meditation Room and Advanced Training Room and seem to be on the verge of mastering the Demigod Martial Technique at the Realm of Perfection. I wonder if the Gods big shots will sell those martial arts after mastering them. If they do, I’d be the first to buy them."

"Those martial arts will surely be put on the market. Although the Demigod Inheritance is valuable, there are ways to obtain it; you just need to become a captive of the Insect Race. I saw many people vying to become captives during this battle, even dragging Insect Race warriors onto the Cosmic Battleship, making those warriors show surprised expressions. Although only some became captives, the number is not small. I heard as many as a thousand people were taken. Let’s see who will first reach the Realm of Perfection and sell to the newcomers ready to take a risky plunge."

"I also heard that many major guilds coming to Descent of High Martial are secretly purchasing those Demigod Martial Techniques to let the guild’s experts who haven’t entered the game yet learn in the simulated space. Although it’s hard for non-martial artists to learn, if they get a rough grasp and then enter the game as martial artists, they might quickly master it. A rookie martial artist mastering a Demigod Martial Technique from the start could be phenomenal!"

On the forums, as the celebration of mission completion began, everyone quickly shifted focus to the Demigod Inheritance, especially those who hadn’t entered the game yet. They were all stunned, not realizing a game could be played in such a competitive way.

People haven’t even entered the game yet, and they’re already preparing to learn demigod-level martial arts.

Yet the more this is the case, the more studios and players wanting to profit become eager to play Descent of High Martial.

In Descent of High Martial, those major guilds and affluent fans are all willingly spending money. In just a few months, many players have struck it rich overnight, making millions easily. Obtaining treasures or even Demigod Martial Techniques, they are bought for tens of millions. It’s hard not to be tempted.

Prison Dragon Star, Spaceport.

As a Cosmic Battleship over ten kilometers long docked, a man with burn marks and eight scorched wings disembarked. The bustling spaceport became silent, and the people moving about stared in disbelief.

"Baroque, how did you get so seriously injured? Where have you been?"

The towering, golden-haired, one-horned Shax looked at Baroque disembarking, eyes wide open, wondering if he was hallucinating.

Baroque, ranking eleventh among commanders and considered a Great Grandmaster, stood out even on Prison Dragon Star. Even Shax, ranking thirty-first among commanders, would be completely outmatched by Baroque.

Yet now, Baroque’s eight wings were all burnt, his body riddled with burn marks, and his life force significantly waned, evidently suffering severe injuries.

Besides, many were missing from the Cosmic Battleship, at least half its complement, a loss significant enough to warrant serious repercussions even for Baroque.

Although the Imperial Country never cares about soldier fatalities, especially counting battles on breeding planets as training exercises, losing a few thousand or ten thousand is normal and permissible.

But losing half, especially if captains and major teams lose so many, is a big issue. Training a captain or major isn’t easy, and losing so many suddenly hasn’t happened on Prison Dragon Star for decades, sure to result in severe punishment.

But Baroque, without even glancing at Shax, grimly flew towards a medical facility.

Though Baroque said nothing, there’s no secret on Prison Dragon Star that can’t be uncovered. Anyone curious enough to investigate will find out.

"Did he suffer a major loss at the Frost Shelter?" Shax pondered, surprised by the incoming report, "This group of humans in silver-gray attire is interesting. They previously injured me at the Sky Dome Shelter, and now at Frost Shelter, they’ve severely injured Baroque, leading to significant losses. These humans in silver-gray attire aren’t simple."

Shax promptly made a call.

"Shax, what do you want? Contacting me like this? If it’s about your nephew, forget it!" The video displayed an elder barely over three meters tall with green beast ears, speaking with a stern face.

"Frost Wolf, I’m not discussing that. I know my nephew went too far, but that high-grade item wasn’t unscathed either?" Shax chuckled, "I’m actually calling about something else."

"What is it? Get to the point, I’m very busy here!" Frost Wolf replied, calming down.

"As you’re the overseer, you should know that planet well. I’d like you to help me investigate some people," Shax said bluntly.

"Even you, the thirty-first ranked legion commander, need my help to investigate?" Frost Wolf raised an eyebrow with a snicker. "Alright, who do you need me to investigate?"

Shax thought for a moment and replied, "I don’t know who they are, but I know they wear silver-gray attire, and they’re all from the Human Race."