Stim's game update was completed in just one day, and all flag owners were notified at the same time.

It's still the familiar sound.

"Ding! Glory of Overlord has been updated and has resumed normal operation. Flag owners, please note that the game has made the following changes:"

"Added a new mechanism - 'Tide of Worms' - after a period of cultivation, the worm tyrant who once ruled the Acid Mist Canyon plane has returned. He will lead countless worm demons to randomly attack each commander's camp.

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"The commander can choose to stick to it - but I don't recommend it - because the worm tyrant is so angry and his swarm is so hungry, so those commanders who choose to stick to it will face more and more every once in a while.

The Worm Demon."

"The more rational choice is actually to advance towards the finals, which is near the Broken Canyon Palace of the former worm tyrant. As the god of virtual games, I assure you that the tide of worms will only swallow up the commander's camp on the outermost edge.

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"It's just that as you advance towards the finals, the chances of you encountering each other will greatly increase, which will undoubtedly make this game more exciting. If you capture enough general flags, you can also try to gather strength and attack the worm

The tyrant challenges."

"Anyone who succeeds in the challenge can obtain the treasure of the worm tyrant and plan a wave of worms against a certain competitor. Please believe me, this will definitely make it easier to win the final overlord."

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After listening to the lengthy and detailed introduction, all current general flag owners in Acid Mist Canyon took action, and no one would sit still and wait for death.

Baphomet, who represents the force of the Abyss, has left the game early. Except for the worm tyrant of the neutral camp, the other commanders are all big devils from the Nine Hells of Baator.

They were originally warlords, but they joined the bloody battle on the front line just to gain more benefits. It can be said that every Baatezu commander is an expert in strategy and tactics, with countless combat experiences.

It's just that after living in Baator's military system for a long time, these big devils have long been accustomed to relying on solid city walls and reliable troops. When faced with the "friendly reminder" given by Stim, they habitually

Consider it a trap.

"That guy must have bad intentions. Most likely he wants to trick us out of the fortress, and then defeat us one by one..."

This was the first instinct of many Baatezu commanders, and they were right in their inference that Stim had no good intentions.

Therefore, except for a few big devils with small armies and almost undefendable fortresses, the other Baatezu commanders all chose to stick to their fortresses.

Reverse thinking influenced their actions.

Those weak Baatezu commanders began to join forces to form alliances that were not very reliable.

Of course, the devil's alliance can at best ensure that people are not stabbed in the back. The other effects are better than nothing.

"You lazy fools, walk faster, otherwise I will denounce you all as lowly demons!"

Amidst the roar of the car, "Fish Face" Barossa was waving his long barbed whip while driving his subordinates.

Barossa is a great Pit Fiend, but he is still very young. Before coming to Acid Mist Canyon, he had just celebrated his 20,000th birthday.

Counting from the time he fell into the Nine Hells, it took him less than 20,000 years to advance from an ordinary petitioner to a deep hell fiend.

It can be said that he has extraordinary talents and rapid progress - for him, life in the Nine Hells of Baator is like a fish in water.

However, it is precisely because he is too young that Barossa still lacks some experience, and the number of legions under his command is not too large.

Most of the other Baatezu commanders are Baatezu lords who own their own land in Baator, and Barossa is just a white man.

As soon as Stim's notice ended, this cunning big devil contacted a group of "white men" commanders who were familiar with him in the expeditionary legion and discussed an offensive and defensive alliance.

"Our power is relatively weak, so we must unite together to deal with this sudden crisis."

"Tomorrow we will join forces. You can choose to enter my 'Reef Fortress', and its permissions will be open to everyone."

"Under the Nine Hells of Baator, I swear to the great Styx that tomorrow all the resources in the 'Reef Fortress' can be shared with you."

The above is Barossa's guarantee to several other small warlord leaders.

However, as soon as the alliance ended, he immediately ordered his legions to leave immediately, leaving only an empty city for those allies.

Of course, he left behind a lemure - "join forces together"; left behind a broken shield - "resource sharing"; and also "opened all permissions" - directly removed all spell restrictions, and

Those resources are recycled and packed away.

Haha, what a "offensive and defensive alliance".

Barossa was able to be promoted to the Hell Fiend in less than 20,000 years by constantly cheating his teammates within the framework of the rules.

He has no psychological pressure on this. As for whether those allies will settle the score later, that will have to wait until they cope with the wave of worm digging.

The long convoy moved forward quickly, leaving many deep wheel marks on the loose ground of the Acid Mist Canyon plane.

The devil responsible for pulling the truck not only had to work hard to drag the flatbed truck, but also had to go back from time to time to clean up the land that the wheels had run over.

"That 'fish face' is spitting bubbles again."

Hearing Barossa's scolding, a spiked demon secretly cursed disdainfully, saying that there were actually many demons with the same attitude as him.

"Fish Face" is the nickname given to Barossa by the devils.

Also because he was too young, although Barossa was promoted quickly, he still retained some characteristics of his original race.

I have been to some material planes dominated by oceans and met the devils of the "Shark Man" race, so I gave him the name "Fish Face".

Of course, most of the devils could only sneer secretly, but anyone who dared to call Barossa that way, except for the devil duke they were loyal to, are now dead.

The spiked demon towing the trailer parked the flatbed truck on the side of the road, used its teleportation ability to return to the rear of the team, then scratched the ruts and kicked continuously with its spiked claws.

"Do you need any help?"

A purgatory language suddenly sounded in the spiked demon's ears, but the tone of this sentence was a bit weird, so he couldn't help but follow it.

"Law: Shock!"
Chapter completed!