Chapter 228 The Disappearance of Players
"[Casius's Secret Treasure], have you bought them all?"

Mantou looked at everyone eagerly, as if he wanted to find fellow Africans who shared the same pain as him.

He used all the money from selling the dragon scales to buy a treasure chest and drew seven times, but in the end he got nothing but the underwear of an adventurer.

The natural warrior touched his bald head and chuckled: "I'm lucky. I got a pretty useful green outfit."

Xia Ye Qiu Yu also smiled: "I opened the Fireball Staff, but only once."

Mantou wanted to cry but had no tears: "Why are all of them European emperors? Am I the only one who has a bad face?"

But Singo shook his head.

Mantou was suddenly very excited and was overjoyed.

He thought he had found an African brother who shared the same pain, so he asked eagerly, "Haha, you're dark too, right?"

However, Singo said disdainfully: "I didn't buy it at all."

"Just watch the fun. Isn't this kind of activity just a way for the official to make money? They probably want to control the gold coins in the hands of the beta test players to prevent a big gap after the server is launched."

"No way, is there really a fool who invested all his savings in it? He really thinks he is so lucky. With such low expectations, I might as well just spend money to buy it."

After hearing this, the smile on Mantou’s face froze.

He patted his chest and tried to comfort himself: "Fortunately, I'm not the worst. There are still 20 companies that have drawn a lot of garbage."

"Charlotte, my good brother..."

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and smiled with relief.

In the distance, Charlotte was lying on the ground, as if she had turned into a black and white photo. [Magic Coin] The people in the guild were surrounding him, pouring all kinds of magic potions into him, such as "spiritual potion" and "violent potion", hoping that the dear president could cheer up and come out of his tragic experience.

Charlotte's nickname "Twenty Consecutive White Lights" has spread, becoming a hot topic on the forum and a spiritual placebo for countless African players.

Together with another member of their guild, Flying Witch, who drew a double yolk egg from a single draw, they are known as the "Black and White Duo" or the "Double Heroes of Europe and Africa".

"Almost got it."

"The server will be shut down in three hours. Do you still want to try the twenty gold coins worth of wine?"

Singo took out a beautifully packaged wine bottle and shook it deliberately, letting the sweet and tempting liquid hang on the bottle wall.

The wyvern also descended beside them, rubbing the knight's body affectionately with its slender neck.

Mantou suddenly felt very proud.

"Come on, come on! Don't leave until you're drunk!"

The white shark put his arm around Mantou's shoulder and said in a mean way:
“Let’s go together!”

"You slut, are you worthy?"

"It's the last day, don't be so stingy, don't you think?"

"Ow~"

"Damn it! Why is your lizard biting me again? Is he targeting me?"

Inside the Iron Dragon Wing Palace.

Cassius sat upright on the cold throne, staring closely at the panel and paying close attention to the magical images across the kingdom.

The countdown on the panel was ticking away second by second.

"10, 9, 8"

"2, 1"

"0."

The number finally reached zero. Without any signs, at that moment, the noise in the tavern came to an abrupt end, and the revelry in the square quietly stopped.

Whether in the wilderness, in a machinery factory, deep in the mountains, or even in the bloody mouth of a lion scorpion, the bodies of all the players instantly turned into tiny, illusory light particles, and then disappeared as if they had never appeared.

Although there are only more than a thousand players, North Wind Castle seems to be less lively without them. Many local residents have become accustomed to this group of crazy guys and are even a little uncomfortable with their disappearance. This is even more so in places like Batto City and Sger Town where the players started their lives.

The owner, who had just mixed the wine, looked at the empty pub and was stunned and speechless. After a long time, he finally said, "Who will pay for them?"

"Wait. How do I control the magic circuit to be cut off? And which indicator light do I need to look at?

"You haven't had time to say it yet—"

The trainees in the factory witnessed their mentor disappear, and looked at the huge and complicated machines in front of them, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"Ow?"

The lion scorpion, which had just been playing with its prey and swallowing a human alive, saw the duck in its mouth slip away, and felt its empty mouth, but it was helpless and could only let out an angry growl. Its small brain was not enough to understand why all this was happening.

Inside the Iron Palace, Cassius asked the magic mirror:

"How is it, did you find any abnormal situation?"

Trump's ugly face appeared on the mirror, and he responded solemnly: "Still. No."

"We found twelve players to conduct experiments on, and set up control groups for each. We also conducted spell monitoring on hundreds of players, but we didn't find any clues."

"As a general rule, no matter what method is used for such large-scale teleportation, there will definitely be traces of the magic network left, even if it is a miracle. But these 'Starfallers' simply disappeared into thin air, without any spell fluctuations, and no traces of the teleportation spell were left behind."

Cassius said calmly, "I understand. We can put this matter aside for now."

"Okay, Master. I guess I will have to help deal with the things left behind by the Adeptus Mechanicus. After all, there are still too few truly intelligent spellcasters in the country. I am worried that the people sent by the kingdom will not be able to operate correctly and cause losses."

"Go."

As Cassius took the initiative to cut off the link, the mirror dimmed again and Trump's image disappeared.

"Is it still not working? What kind of power is hidden behind this so-called 'game system'?"

“Perhaps we really need to reach the realm of gods to barely see the secrets behind this fog.”

Cassius looked at the words "Temporarily Closed" on the panel and couldn't help muttering to himself.

The Red Dragon also attached great importance to this "server shutdown" incident, and assembled almost all the spellcasters of the Burning Kingdom to study it, but still found nothing - this only shows that the power level behind it is too high, even for high-level wizards like Trump to understand.

"call"

Cassius exhaled a mouthful of sulfur-smelling smoke, and flames actually came out of his mouth, turning the interior of the palace into a hot furnace. Fortunately, this was a brand new palace, otherwise another disaster would have occurred.

"The ancestral blood in my body is almost out of control. If I don't digest it, I'm afraid it will erupt like a volcano. It looks like I have to hibernate for a month."

At this moment, the tiefling guard at the door knocked on the door to report at an inopportune time.

"Uh!"

His hands were burned by the red-hot iron door, and he couldn't help but scream, but he still reported with pain:

"Your Majesty, Lord Freed of the Dragon Oath Hall requests to see you, and this time he has brought twelve humans with him."

"Let them in."

Cassius replied calmly.

He flapped his wings slightly, and the powerful force of the domain immediately smoothed the magic web and calmed the restless fire elements, and the surrounding scorching air gradually cooled down.

"It looks like Freed has finally chosen his first group of people."

(End of this chapter)