N-A-A Chapter 853 Version Preview Live (5)
Chapter 853 Version Preview Live (5)
The character demonstration of Nil quietly came to an end, and the live stream suddenly plunged into a deep darkness.
In the silence, a deep and magnetic male voice slowly rose, as if coming from the depths of an ancient desert:
"The Red King has been gone for many years, but the people of the desert have never found peace."
"Their emotions are like a powder keg buried under the sand, waiting for a single spark to ignite the entire wasteland."
Just as the lingering sound faded, a dreamlike scene emerged from the darkness—
A pale blue glow danced gently on the grass, like stars fallen to earth. A long stone staircase wound its way up, serene and solemn.
On the platform below stood a figure dressed in a gilded guild uniform, his shoulder armor gleaming with a cold light;
At the top of the steps stood a scholar-like man, his expression solemn, before a towering tree.
The tree canopy was shrouded in a pinkish-purple mist, ethereal and dreamlike, as if it held the secrets of a lost civilization. The whole scene was breathtakingly beautiful.
The camera suddenly zooms out, shifting the scene to a vast, boundless desert. Sandstorms sweep across the ruins, and a desolate atmosphere permeates the air.
With two dazzling golden strands interspersed among her long, jet-black hair, the ends of which were tied into cat ears, Dixia suddenly appeared, her sleek mercenary attire highlighting her agile figure.
She stood facing off against a group of gilded troupe members, the atmosphere tense and fraught with danger.
Immediately afterwards, a defiant and furious male voice pierced the sky:
“We, the followers of the Red King, have always abhorred those who betray us.”
The scene flashes by, the murals are mottled, and the ancient totems tell a story of a forgotten history.
The camera cuts to Dixia's profile, where she is clenching her teeth, her face glistening with sweat and dust, her eyes burning with resentment and anger.
At this moment, Candice's voice rang out in a low tone, tinged with doubt and heaviness: "Perhaps... one of us has already secretly colluded with the other side and leaked information to them."
Before she finished speaking, Dixia suddenly sprang up, dragging her heavy sword forward. The iron blade scraped across the sand, making a screeching sound and kicking up a cloud of dust.
[Huh? Wait a minute, a five-star character using a beginner's greatsword in the story? miHoYo, are you serious?]
While story scenes don't necessarily require the use of a unique weapon, and practicality and appearance don't have to be completely identical... we still hope the development team can show more sincerity and not be so perfunctory...
[Actually, this setup is reasonable—remember? In this version's main storyline, Desia mentioned that in order to raise funds to keep the mercenary group running, she had to pawn her weapons... so what she's using now is a temporary substitute.]
Before the discussion could subside, the video abruptly ended.
Following this, there will be stunning gameplay demonstrations of the two world-class bosses that will be introduced in the next version – the "Semi-Eternal Rule Matrix" and the "Trillion-Year Eternal Dragon Beast".
The colossal mechanical structure roared to life, energy pulses tearing through the sky; the roars of dragons shook the heavens, distorting and disintegrating space and time, each frame exuding a destructive sense of oppression.
As the demonstration ended, the scene shifted again: on an ancient altar, an elderly man with white hair sat in meditation;
Another scene depicts a deep, dark corridor buried by yellow sand, with the sighs of time echoing among the broken pillars.
Immediately afterwards, Seno's deep and authoritative voice rang out, drawing the narrative back to the main storyline:
"answer me."
“Sage…did they reveal their plans to you?”
The next instant, he wielded the Crimson Sand Staff and charged forward with lightning speed.
Elhesen, standing beside the traveler, did not back down either, drawing his sword with one hand, its cold light flashing.
Spears and blades clashed fiercely, sparks flying as the two powerful warriors engaged in a breathtaking duel amidst swirling sand. Each collision unleashed an astonishing contest of strength and wisdom.
The scene suddenly changes—
Wielding her greatsword, Desia charged left and right through the gilded troop's encirclement, her blade flashing and blood staining the yellow sand.
Her voice, as a narration, slowly rose, cold and sorrowful:
“In their eyes, we are nothing more than cheap labor, livestock that can be easily driven… nothing more.”
The sounds of clashing swords were incessant, and the battle was fierce.
Finally, everything fell silent, the screen slowly sank into darkness, leaving only endless suspense that lingered in the hearts of the viewers.
From the depths of darkness, a deep and magnetic male voice slowly rang out, carrying a faint chuckle, like an echo rising from the abyss: "Hehe... The experiment results are very successful."
That voice... sounds so familiar.
[I feel like I've heard this somewhere before...]
[That voice, that tone... could it be—the Doctor?]
[Doctor! Let's check the health bar!]
Just you wait, we'll settle that score sooner or later!
The image gradually brightens as if the ink has faded.
The camera descends from a height and zooms in.
Several figures were moving slowly forward, their steps almost eerily synchronized, except for one person who stood still, as if nailed to the coordinates of fate.
Then, the camera turned to face forward.
A group of residents of Sumeru City approached step by step, their faces bearing stiff, distorted smiles and their eyes vacant yet filled with fanaticism.
And in the center of their crowd was none other than that familiar figure, the one whom countless players both hated and feared—
Her long, light blue hair swayed gently in the wind, and a half-face mask covered her features, outlining a cold and mysterious profile.
The slightly upturned corners of his mouth at the edge of the mask gave off a half-smile, hinting at mockery and amusement.
A snow-white cloak billowed in the shadows, like the cloak of death. He was none other than the second seat of the Fools—the Doctor.
He slowly raised his arms, his movements unhurried, his voice low and firm: "And now... they seem to be unable to contain their passion."
Before the words were even finished, the group of Sumeru residents with eerie smiles suddenly sprang up and rushed towards the camera like a tidal wave, their faces contorted and their eyes filled with madness.
The screen suddenly went black.
In an instant, another dark space appeared before them. Two figures stood facing each other, the atmosphere heavy and tense.
A man dressed in the robes of a Sumerian scholar slowly approached—Caesar. His gaze was piercing as he drew closer to the Doctor, his voice calm yet sharp:
"I'm curious... why are you so certain that I'm trapped in a dream?"
He paused slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips:
"Didn't you ever think about it...?"
"Did I already lay a trap in my dreams?"
Holy crap! That's incredibly cool!
[Holy crap! Caesar and the Doctor are facing off head-on?! What an incredible showdown!]
[Is this a trade? No, we made a profit!]
Caesar! You are my god!
The moment their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze, and time itself stood still.
However, the next moment, the image shook violently and blurred as if the signal had been interrupted, before becoming clear again.
boom--!
A colossal, purplish-black mech stood prominently in the center of the field of vision, its entire body shimmering with a deep, eerie light, resembling a war behemoth from the future.
A mechanical voice rang out, cold and indifferent, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:
"There is no need to be afraid; the pain is only momentary."
The camera slowly zooms in, revealing an empty cockpit with seats waiting silently, as if awaiting the arrival of their destined one.
The scene then cuts to the interior of the mech.
A crystal-clear, sparkling "Heart of God" floats silently, emitting a faint yet dazzling light, as if it contains the power to rewrite the world.
“I will ascend to godhood,”
The mechanical voice rang out again, echoing in the void, like a pronouncement of fate, solemn and resolute, as if it came from ancient times, or as if it were a prophecy from the end of the future: "To usher in a new era."
Each word struck the invisible sky like a tolling bell, and before the echoes had faded, the entire space suddenly fell silent.
The mechanical sound faded, and all was silent. Then, the scene shifted, and the camera slid into a deep, dark cavern.
There was no light, no trace of time, only heavy, slow, yet rhythmic footsteps echoing in the darkness, like the heartbeat of the earth, or the countdown of fate.
With each footstep, a deep, magnetic male voice slowly rose, its calm tone concealing an undeniable power:
"True wisdom is nothing more than three steps..."
The camera follows the sound, focusing on the feet that break through the darkness—barefoot on the rough rocky ground, each step leaving a faint spark, as if conversing with the earth.
The camera slowly pans up, revealing a shirtless man.
He was tall and muscular, with the faint marks of time and battles visible on his wheat-colored skin, as if every inch of his skin was etched with the epic history of the past.
His long, pale hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall, gleaming coldly in the darkness, obscuring his eyes and leaving only his resolute jawline and tightly pursed lips visible.
“Observe the world,” he said softly, his voice like the wind sweeping across the wasteland.
He continued forward, his pace neither hurried nor slow, yet carrying an unstoppable momentum.
Ahead, a colossal throne carved from ancient rock stands silently.
It is wrapped with rusty chains and broken runes, as if it once imprisoned gods and witnessed the fall of dynasties.
The man approached and, without the slightest hesitation, sat down steadily.
“Understanding the world.” His voice was even deeper, as if he had become one with the space around him.
He leaned back slightly, one hand lazily supporting his cheek, one leg casually crossed over the other. His posture seemed relaxed, yet it exuded a divine majesty that transcended all things.
At that moment, he slowly raised his head—his hair fell to the sides, and a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly opened!
That gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, looking directly into the secrets deep within the souls of all beings—fiery, cold, and full of all-seeing wisdom.
"Finally—transform the world!"
The moment he finished speaking, an invisible wave of energy swept out from him, tearing through the darkness and letting light pour down from the crack.
The entire space seemed to tremble at his words, and the laws of nature were rewritten.
[Another character so handsome it's unbelievable.]
[That aura, those lines—absolutely divine!]
[Observe, understand, transform... This saying is so philosophical; it perfectly encapsulates the three stages of civilization's evolution.]
This is no ordinary mortal; he is a walking god.
[Could this be... the legendary Crimson King? The one whose name was erased from the sacred scriptures of three dynasties?]
The barrage of comments was in an uproar, with amazement and speculation intertwined.
However, before anyone could react, the live stream suddenly went dark, and all sound disappeared.
A moment later, light returned—a magnificent promotional image for the new version slowly unfolded:
Above the wasteland where yellow sand swirls, a royal city built of crimson rock stands on the horizon. The sky is tinged with dark gold, and three blurry figures stand on three sides, gazing at the central throne.
Below the image, a line of powerful and vigorous text emerges, as if engraved on a monument of history:
【The King of Red Earth and the Three Saints】
The curtain has been raised on a new era.