Vanguard of the Eternal Night

translator: xiin

editor: kara

In the blink of an eye, only three people were left alive on the Red Team!

But the other side had also lost two people!

One was the squishy healer who had rushed to the front (it was obvious at a glance that this was a tank's occupational disease) and had ended up being chopped to death by the lucky Red Team swordsman.

The other player had also died with everlasting regret; he had been killed by the sniper on his own team!

Commentator: "Hahahaha, my god, friendly fire! It was a shot from his own teammate! And he died! Hahaha!"

The Blue Team's sniper was too young and too simple. He was originally a melee player and had never touched a sniper rifle before. Just now, he had pulled the trigger from the rear in a moment of confusion--

Bam! Took down one of his own!

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At this time, Flower Blower finally collected himself and held up his shield as he rushed back to the front.

Behind him, Tyron was still expressionless as he lifted a leg, snapping the solid hardwood staff in half with a 'crack'!

Then, he took one half of the staff and broke it into two sections again, sharpening the ends into points and holding them in his hands in satisfaction. His dark golden eyes were cold as he looked at the frontlines of the battlefield.

The public screen immediately blew up in frightened shock!

"Ahhhhhhh male god, calm down! Male god, you're a priest!"

"Oh, damn! My team's priest has blackened! Mama, he's so scary QUQ…"

"War God: I feel that medicine can't save the people of the earth! (tossing away the staff with a clatter) Abandon medicine and pick up martial arts!"

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Two seconds later, Flower Blower, the incompetent tank who dragged down the average level of all tanks, finally died.

There were still two other people left alive on the Red Team though. One was the priest Lord Four, and the other was the DPS launcher who was supposed to push from the rear (but hadn't killed anyone).

The priest went up to the front lines, filled with murderous intent.

The moment Blue Team's tank (original profession priest) saw Lord Four, he turned around and ran!

Commentator: "Hahahahaha War God's aura is shocking! Occupational disease meets occupational disease, the priest instinctively turned and ran after seeing an assassin, and the assassin is chasing closely behind him!"

The commentator was laughing hysterically, and the entire audience watched as a priest held a section of a broken staff and chased endlessly after a fleshy tank.

Fortunately, the tank's movement speed was very slow, allowing Tyron to land a series of combo hits while chasing him down.

It was just that a priest's damage output was very low. Tyron used two 'flashes' to chase and attack, executing a series of fierce windmill combos before finally taking down the tank!

Commentator: "This Red Team priest is so cool when he blackens and turns into a villain hehehehe…."

Public screen: "This commentator's laughter is also quite lewd 233333"

"War God, do you remember that you're a priest? Σ( ° △°|||)︴"

"Shivering and trembling!"

Tyron had completely disregarded the fact that he was now a healer profession and instead looked for a place to set up an ambush at the edges of the map.

This map was set in a modern city, and both sides had been fighting on a road that was accessible from all directions.

Tyron crouched down quietly on the second floor of a certain building. At the same time, he felt that the priest's robe was too cumbersome, removing the priest's sash from his shoulder and using it to tie up the hem--for better or worse, the robe was still considered as a form of defensive equipment, and there was no need to tear it apart directly.

And then, a tragic scene played out on the public screen: "Yeah! War God's long legs!!! This pair of long legs has never been so close to me!!!"

"Prprprpr…"

"Calling dibs on War God's long legs!"

"Previous commenter, dream on!"

Amidst their clamoring, the audience discovered that Tyron had moved.

This was because someone who had died earlier was now on their way back. It was a healer, but his original profession definitely wasn't that of a healer, because when he made his way back to the battlefield on his own, he didn't try to sneak around or wait for his teammates to come and pick him up.

Tyron held the broken staff in hand as he moved around slowly on the second floor, waiting until the Blue Team's healer walked past him and exposed his back.

This was it!

Tyron leapt down and knocked over the Blue Team's healer, his staff stabbing straight at the other party's chest!

However, the priest's attack power was too low. The other party only lost a third of his health, and he didn't die.

Commentator: "Hahahaha do healers need to make things difficult for other healers?! Retaliate! Kill him, big brother! You'll be famous forever if you manage to kill Lord Four!"

On the public screen: "Commentator, you're expecting too much."

"Lord Four's current profession might be displayed as priest, but he's actually a War God, got it?"

The commentator had really expected too much, because the moment healer from the Blue Team saw Tyron, he hollered instinctively, "The assassin is on me! Healer, protect me!"

The audience were all laughing so hard that they became dizzy: "My god, you're the healer yourself, ahahahahaha…"

While they were still laughing, the Blue Team's healer leapt up, picked up his staff and dashed away--

It could be seen from his running posture that his original profession may have been a sniper.

Tyron held his own staff and chased after him. He slid in behind him, tripping the other party, and immediately sent the Blue Team's healer tumbling back onto the ground again.

After that, Tyron took advantage of the opportunity to pounce over, landing another combo!

The healer from the Blue Team lost another third of his health!

Commentator: "Hahahaha the Blue Team's healer is really humiliated! Rolling in place and executing a perfect single-knee-kneeling aiming posture--ah? Oh my god hahahaha what the hell's that, is he aiming with the staff?"

The Blue Team's healer finally discovered that something was off. He didn't hesitate at all before turning around and attempting to run again.

This time, Tyron used 'flash' directly and caught up from ten meters away, finally taking away the other healer's life.

Public screen: "Shivering…"

"Trembling…"

"Indulging in DPS and carrying the whole match…"

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Priest was a caster profession, which meant that their physical strength was generally very low.

After using a few 'flashes' and obtaining two kills, Tyron discovered that over a third of his physical stamina had already been used up.

He changed places for the next ambush and recovered some of his physical strength while he waited.

At this time, another series of tragic cries appeared on the public screen: "Ahhhhhh I managed to hear the War God gasp twice in this lifetime!"

"Honey sweet ♂ gasp! I got slightly hard as a sign of respect!"

"Sneakily calling dibs on my hubby's gasps!"

"Previous commenter, dream on!"

In fact, Tyron had just chosen this moment to glance through the public screen.

The master assassin who was left speechless about the interstellar people's moral integrity: "……"

He adjusted his breathing, the gasps instantly disappearing without a trace. Even the fluctuations of his chest as he breathed became almost impossible to detect.

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While he was preparing for his own ambush, his teammates on the Red Team had once again gathered together to fight.

Flower Blower kept asking, "Where's Lord Four? Where's our healer? What's the point in having a group fight without a healer?"

The public screen replied to him: "Hahahaha, your War God healer is obsessed with dealing damage and won't save you even if you die!"

Flower Blower spoke to the audience: "Oh, in that case, can you take a look at where the other side's healer is?"

Public screen: "Flower, you can't do that! That's blatant cheating!"

Flower Blower: "Tell me then, what kind of ♂ compensation do you need?"

There was sudden chaos on the public screen as everyone called out what they wanted: "Want abs!" "No, I want the War God's gasps!!!" "I want his long legs!" "The other side's healer was just killed by the War God and is now hesitating at the entrance to their base!"

Flower Blower didn't say anything else and merely expressed, "Thanks. I'll ask him for his long legs when I see the War God later."

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As expected, the second round of team fights was messy and chaotic. Nobody knew what they were trying to do.

Playing different professions in e-sports during this era was no longer a simple matter. Caster-type players spent their time chanting, gesturing, and doing spell calculations; melee players trained fighting, movement techniques, melee skills, and such all year round.

As a result, a group of professional players, well-known anchors, and casual players who had long been at the peak of their professions were now forced to play professions that were the furthest away from what they were familiar with--they tripped over themselves as they fought, and it was just like a low level match.

The audience loved it, and the public screen was filled with a string of: "Your reputation is destroyed!" "Come on, mutual destruction!" "The downfall of my male gods 23333"

By the time the situation had cleared up a little after much difficulty, a figure appeared on the road from where the Blue Team had arrived and directly killed the Blue Team's sniper who was already at critical health!

Commentator: "My god! Red Team's priest has come out to save the show!! It's the The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen!"

Having said that, he actually started playing a song called 'The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen' via his mic.

The audience's blood began to boil as they listened to the music, and they were also accompanied by the commentator's shout: "The first one is down! The second, also down!! Who's next? Who will he go for next?!"

Tyron killed off two players who were at critical health and ended up at critical health himself by an AOE attack, but he soon disappeared from the battlefield, fading from view like a ghost.

Commentator: "Oh, the War God first launched his ambush, and then went back to heal himself a bit…"

Indeed, Tyron casually made use of a priest skill that he wasn't very familiar with and filled up his own health bar before charging back into the battlefield again.

Two seconds later.

Commentator: "The third one, he's locked in on the tank again! It's over, it's over, it's over, oh my god, the Blue Team's tank was killed by a priest in a one-on-one fight once again! How shameful!"

Public screen: struck dumb with astonishment.jpg

"For this entertainment competition, did we attempt to make trouble only to end up with an all-powerful War God? A Lord Four who can both sneak around and heal…"

"This is simply leaving the other side no chance to live on… Manually lighting candles."

"Trembling…"

"Hiding in the corner and shaking like a sieve!"

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A teammate from the Red Team was also stuck dumb in astonishment. He spoke up from some distance away: "Lord, Lord Four… Are you playing a hidden class? A priest with assassin stats?"

Tyron glanced over but didn't explain anything. He merely sent a heal his way.

The teammate froze for a moment. He actually felt a little flattered?!

At this time, Flower Blower also sidled over. He said, "Lord Four, I want to ask you about a very serious matter."

Tyron: "Speak."

Flower Blower: "May I carry out a scientific experiment for academic purposes? In the spirit of seeking truth from facts--can I measure the length of your femur and tibia?" "

Tyron gave him a look: Flower Blower was now a tank now. He had high defense and HP, and still had a bit of health left despite fighting for so long. He had survived pretty well.

Tyron casually tossed him a heal, then said, "Come here."

Flower Blower was overjoyed as he went over and threw aside his shield. He didn't even have time to speak before--

Tyron easily landed a combo and simply sent his health bar back down to a precarious level.

When all was said and done, Flower Blower was still a ranged attacker. He instinctively jumped back and cried out at the same time, "Save me! I didn't provoke you this time, why are you picking on me again?"

Tyron launched his staff and took away Flower Blower's remaining sliver of health. At the same time, he expressed: "Look at the public screen."

Public screen: "Lord Four! Flower Blower said that he wants to pull down your pants! And see your legs! And take advantage of you!"

"Flower Blower is scheming against you, Lord Four!"

"War God, War God, things are bad. Flower Blower wants to steal representative-kun!"

Flower Blower who had been 'deserted by his followers': … Motherf*cker, you guys are all stirring up trouble on both sides!

sorry it's late, i thought i'd scheduled this but it turns out i forgot to o.o