188: Chapter 188 A Hellish Drawing of Airdrop Snatching

In the shadows of the ruins on the highest viewing platform of the central arena.

Chu He lay prone behind a massive, broken stone pillar. Aided by Robin Hood's [No Face King] stealth camouflage, he had a panoramic view of the entire plaza below.

"Gulp..."

Even Chu He, who was accustomed to big scenes, couldn't help but swallow hard while watching the spectacle unfolding in the plaza below.

It was too tragic.

That golden beam of light, connecting heaven and earth, was like a giant searchlight in the dark night, attracting all the "moths" within a two-kilometer radius.

More than forty surviving players, accompanied by their various bizarre Servants, had completely lost their minds in a killing frenzy across this open plaza!

There were no formations, no cover—only the most primitive outpouring of firepower and desperate struggles for survival!

"Excalibur——!!!"

On the east side of the plaza, a lucky player who had pulled [Artoria] directly ordered Saber to unleash her Noble Phantasm.

The dazzling golden stream of light, like a giant sword of light sweeping across the earth, cut through most of the plaza's ground with unstoppable force!

"Ahhh! Don't kill me! I only have a 1-star Mata Hari!"

Wherever the light flowed, several civilian players who were clutching low-star Servants and attempting to sneak toward the airdrop along the wall were instantly vaporized into blue pixels, along with their Servants!

But the lucky player who had unleashed the Excalibur hadn't even had time to celebrate.

"Oppressors, die!!!"

Berserker Spartacus, his muscles knotted all over his body, suddenly leaped high from the ruins on the side, crashing down like a meat-tank!

Even with Saber's protection, the player, being a mere mortal, couldn't dodge in time. He was instantly eliminated as the massive shockwave from Berserker's landing shattered his internal organs, causing him to cough up blood and turn into white light!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The center of the plaza had become a disaster zone where titans clashed.

Archer's [Unlimited Blade Works] rained deadly swords from mid-air; the King of Conquerors' chariot rampaged through the crowd, crushing unsuspecting Masters into pulp; there was even someone who had pulled Medea, crazily pouring out purple magical beams from the sky.

The entire arena plaza had essentially turned into a cybernetic meat grinder, with flesh and blood flying everywhere!

Hundreds of thousands of viewers in the livestream, watching this incredibly chaotic and shocking scene, sent so many comments that the chat became laggy.

"Holy sh*t! Is this a Holy Grail World War? This is f*cking intense!"

"Hahahaha, I'm dying, that guy with Hassan of the Cursed Arm wanted to sneak in and steal the airdrop, but he got crushed by the King of Conquerors in a blind spot!"

"Too tragic! The Masters in this game are just the most fragile living targets! As long as an AOE attack grazes you, you're dead instantly!"

Watching the chaotic battle below, which resembled purgatory, Chu He, hidden on the viewing platform, didn't even let his breathing falter in the slightest.

"Master, what a lively banquet."

Robin Hood leaned against the stone pillar, his emerald green longbow drawn into a full moon. The arrow on the string, soaked in lethal poison, glinted with a cold, eerie light.

"Shall we go down and get a share of the spoils?"

"No rush."

Chu He stared coldly at the Holy Grail fragment emitting golden light in the center of the plaza.

"If we go down now, even with your map-wide stealth, it's easy to get blown up inexplicably by all those flying light cannons and AOEs."

"Let them kill each other. A hunter only needs to pull the trigger at the moment the prey thinks they are safest."

Time ticked away second by second.

Along with the frantic reduction in the number of survivors in the top right corner, the chaotic battle in the plaza finally came to an end.

Those low-star players who had survived by luck had been wiped out, and the big shots had also been left battered and bruised due to the intense crossfire.

In the end, a high-level player with the ID [Frost Sword] crawled out of the smoke, covered in wounds.

Beside him followed a four-star Servant, bathed in blood and wielding a greatsword—Siegfried.

Just during the melee, this high-level player had decisively used a Command Spell, making Siegfried use his physical body to block a fatal Noble Phantasm bombardment for him, which allowed him to barely survive until the end.

"Ha... ha... I won!"

[Frost Sword], clutching his fractured left arm, looked at the blue data debris littering the ground, his eyes bursting with excitement.

He was less than ten meters away from that golden Holy Grail fragment in the center of the plaza!

"As long as I touch that thing... as long as I get the exchange quota that guarantees an SSR! I will be the only true god of this match!"

He didn't even bother to heal the low-health Siegfried, scrambling and crawling toward that golden beam of light.

Ten meters... five meters... two meters!

"Zzzzt!"

When his right hand finally touched the Holy Grail fragment suspended in mid-air.

A holographic projection panel, accompanied by a sacred golden light, suddenly popped up before his retinas!

[Master permission contact detected!]

[Please make your choice!]

[Option 1: [Exchange Summon]]

[Option 2: [Command Spell Remodeling]]

The golden light shone on [Frost Sword]'s blood-stained face.

Ecstasy, excitement, and unbridled arrogance completely occupied his brain at this moment.

Without any hesitation, he tremblingly raised his right index finger, aiming it dead-on at the [Exchange Summon] button on the panel that was emitting colorful light!

"Give me... an SSR!!!"

He roared with wild laughter, his fingertip less than a centimeter away from the virtual button.

However. At the very moment he thought he had touched heaven.

In the shadows of the highest viewing platform, Chu He's cold, emotionless voice sounded softly in Robin Hood's ear.

"Fire."

"Whoosh——!!!"

A faint, yet faster-than-sound, ghastly green sound of something tearing through the air ripped through the void from the top of the viewing platform!

It was a precise strike from the reinforced Robin Hood, imbued with the "Deadly Poison" passive!

"Pfft!"

A muffled sound rang out abruptly in the center of the plaza.

[Frost Sword]'s wild laughing expression froze eerily on his face at this moment.

His index finger, which had been just a few millimeters away from the [Exchange Summon] button, hung suspended in mid-air as if a pause button had been pressed. It could not move forward another inch.

"Uh..."

A wheezing, airy sound came from his throat.

With extreme astonishment, confusion, and disbelief, he struggled to lower his head, inch by inch.

A cold arrowhead stained with green poison was piercing straight out from the center of his throat, bringing with it a spray of cold blue data stream.