Chapter 511 Player

"Shua——"

A blinding white light flashed.

When Mantou opened his eyes again, he was already in the world of Erezega, with the familiar feeling that was no different from reality.

"Awesome!"

He looked around and suddenly realized that he was at the military parade in the trailer!

"Boom——"

I saw flying dragons everywhere, steam tanks rumbling, artillery fire, and gunfire roaring. The Imperial Expeditionary Forces from all planes were ready for battle.

Flame dragons flapped their wings, fire lizards raised their spears, skeleton dragons and snakes slithered, and the Devil Beasts raised their heads and roared.

On both sides of the military exercise field, countless people in the Empire were fanatical. They raised their arms and shouted, "Long live the Empire" and "Long live Cassius" like waves, one after another.

There were tens of thousands of players who came here with Mantou, including not only old players, but also many newcomers who had just entered the game.

You have to know that it has only been a few minutes since the server was launched, and the number of players in the venue is still increasing.

Looking at this spectacular scene, they couldn't help but exclaim.

"What the hell? It's exactly the same as the picture in the promotional video!"

"It's on fire!"

"Long live the Burning Empire!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh——"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius, for the Empire!"

The melody of the military music was passionate, and even Mantou was infected by the warm atmosphere. He raised his hands and shouted at the top of his lungs: "For the Empire!"

In the distance, the Red Dragon Emperor stood on a huge stone platform, spread his wide wings, and looked down at everything with his pale golden pupils.

He seemed to notice the players who appeared on the plains and cast a scrutinizing look.

Then, the bloody mouth full of sharp fangs slowly opened. A clear and calm voice came out.

"Starfall, welcome back."

Hearing the greetings from the camp leader, the emotions of those players were ignited again, even detonated, and became more excited.

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

"Emperor Cassius is invincible!"

"I want to touch His Majesty Cassius"

Mantou looked up at the red dragon in the distance, put his fist on his heart, and performed a standard "loyalty salute".

"This sense of belonging is full."

"Ah~~"

A familiar roar came from the sky, and Mantou immediately raised his head in surprise and shouted: "Noodles!"

The two-legged dragon raised its slender neck and let out a refreshing whistle. It circled in the air for a few circles and landed easily.

It used its claws to grab the ground, lowered its head obediently, and lay in front of Mantou.

"Long time no see, noodles."

As the saying goes, a short separation is better than a new marriage, and this is also true for mounts.

"The food is good, and it has become a little fatter."

Mantou caressed the long neck of the two-legged dragon intimately, then grabbed the handle of the dragon saddle, turned over and jumped, and sat directly on its back.

"Noodles, take off!"

"Ah——"

The wyvern suddenly jumped up, flapped its wings, circled and climbed in the air, and let out a loud howl.

Mantou looked at the majestic Istalia City in the distance, and felt his heart surge, as if there were thousands of ravines in his chest.

Erezegai, I'm back!

The new player looked at Mantou in the sky, pointed at the wyvern under him, and exclaimed: "Damn, how can he ride a dragon?"

Another new player said: "I heard him say something, and the dragon let him ride it, it seems. Noodles?"

"Ah? Niupi, there is such a command!"

"Noodles——"

"Noodles! Noodles!"'

"Noodles! Why doesn't this command work?"

For a while, many new players began to shout at the top of their lungs, looking expectantly at the wyvern hovering in the sky.

The old players next to them looked at them sideways, as if they were looking at fools: "That's the mount of the Red Scale Conqueror!"

"I'm calling the name of the mount, what are you shouting?"

"Ah?"

The wyvern in the sky tilted its head, looked at the players on the ground, and let out a puzzled growl.

"It's so real!"

"Is it still painful?"

"Hahaha! I can actually take off my pants!"

"I've been waiting for a year, and I can finally play Elezega! Don't stop me, I'm not crazy!"

On the ground, the number of players has exceeded 100,000 in just a few minutes, and it is still growing.

They roared like savages, and some even took off their clothes and ran around naked.

The originally solemn and majestic style of the venue suddenly became a little bit wrong. Fortunately, the military parade was over, and the people of the empire had long been accustomed to the madness of these starfallers.

In the audience, the little girl Tiefling looked at the starfallers curiously and tugged at the corner of her mother's clothes.

"Mom, what are they doing?"

The tiefling's mother covered the little tiefling's eyes and whispered softly: "Nina, don't learn bad things from those lunatics.

Remember, be loyal to His Majesty and the Empire like your father who works in the Imperial Guard, and don't take these crooked paths."

On the high platform, Cassius overlooked the venue and looked at the players who were having fun in the wasteland, with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Are there so many players this time?"

In Cassius' memory, although "Erezaigai" became popular in version 2.0, there were only a few million players online at the same time when it was first launched.

And even fewer players chose the original map [Anzeta Wilderness] as their birth point, after all, this place has been explored by players.

But under the influence of Cassius, most old players were tied to the chariot of the Empire.

They were unwilling to give up their original assets and status, so they could only continue to choose the Empire as their birth point.

And the new players were influenced by the promotional videos and the old players' guides, and they also had great interest in the "protagonist camp" of the 1.0 version of the Burning Empire.

Cassius looked at the new players with burning eyes, and exhaled a mouthful of sulfur-smelling white smoke.

"If the current growth trend continues, the number of players joining the Empire will probably easily reach two million."

"And the total number of players - it is likely to exceed the 10 million mark."

You know, the [Kings of War] version has opened more than 300 resurrection points. It is already a very impressive number that one-fifth of the players choose the Empire.

This has far exceeded Cassius's expectations.

In the previous life, most players chose the three countries of Fadran, where the war was the most intense, according to the guides. They were divided into different camps and conquered each other.

Now, the Burning Empire has undoubtedly become the camp that attracts the most players and has the greatest influence on the player community.

"Two million players

Although it can provide sufficient power for the development of the empire, it is still a bit troublesome and it is estimated that it will cause a lot of chaos."

In the third census initiated by Prime Minister Trump a few months ago, the total population of the Burning Empire reached 8.47 million.

And this time, there are two million players pouring in, which is equivalent to a quarter of the total population of the empire!

Such a large number of "unemployed vagrants" will definitely have a huge impact on the society of the empire, and the contradiction between the Starfallers and the indigenous people will become increasingly intensified.

The occupation of jobs, the resistance of the indigenous people, and the chaos of social order are almost inevitable, and the series of social problems caused by this will become more and more serious.

For the current empire, expansion is imminent, and Cassius urgently needs to find a gate for the players to vent their excess energy.

And the devil is his first target.

However, it is still necessary to maintain the most basic order first, so as to better fight against the devil.

Thinking of this, Cassius called out in a low voice: "Medrolash."

Soon, the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guard, the head of the Imperial Intelligence Agency, and the leader of the Tiefling tribe appeared in front of the red dragon.

He has been in a high position for many years, controlling the spy agencies inside and outside the empire, and eliminating enemies for the empire in the dark.

Now, the hands of this Tiefling paladin are already stained with blood, and he has become more taciturn. He is the most low-key of the three dukes of the empire, and always silently completes the tasks assigned by the red dragon.

At this moment, Medrash knelt on one knee and said respectfully: "Master, what do you want?"

"You should be familiar with this matter: manage these starfallers who have just come from another world and let them understand the rules of the empire.

But the number of starfallers this time is relatively large, about .2 million."

Medrolash raised his head, and his face, which had always been calm, also revealed a touch of astonishment that was difficult to conceal.

He has long been accustomed to controlling and concealing his emotions, but this time the number is really too shocking.

How much?

Two million?

A full quarter of the total population! And they are all crazy people who don't care about their lives!

Suddenly, cold sweat flowed down the forehead of the tiefling leader and dripped down his chin.

Although Medoras was thinking about a lot of things in his mind, he still replied in a deep voice: "Yes, Master." (End of this chapter)