Chapter 684

Chapter 684: Death Team Battle

The difference in points earned by Lin Mo and Raccoon was significant, mainly because Lin Mo took down Belong, a powerful figure just one step away from the high tier, boasting considerable wealth. Although he was difficult to defeat, the corresponding rewards were equally substantial.

Raccoon, on the other hand, eliminated Balor, a spendthrift who relied on cheats and preferred a missile strategy to exhaust his opponents. Ending up with so many points was already impressive.

Both aviation sponsors from the United Kingdom and Russia suffered complete defeats.

If Yasha could take down a few more opponents in the upcoming battles of the intermediate tier, he would hit the jackpot, especially since he had just sent back the redemption list for the grand competition.

In less than 24 hours, the importance of the redemptions was prioritized on a five-star scale, and with enough points, the big shots back home would be ecstatic.

Reaching the high tier meant being able to access the entire redemption list, and the rewards available to the high tier were true treasures.

Suddenly, a piercing alarm sound echoed in the hall, and many corners lit up with flashing red lights.

“Huh? What’s happening?”

Lin Mo jumped in surprise, thinking a serious incident had occurred, and he quickly scanned the surroundings.

Battle Energy surged rapidly through Dragon General’s armor, and if anything seemed amiss, he would drop everything and return to the hangar.

Upon hearing the alarm, Lin Mo noticed the expressions of those around him changing!

Some turned ashen, as if hearing the call of death, while others breathed heavily and flushed with excitement.

There was no scene of panic or chaos in the mission center’s hall; the alarm seemed to carry unusual significance.

A rule unknown to Lin Mo was currently being activated.

“To the death!”

Yuri said in a dazed tone, sounding as if he were the grim reaper calling names from the book of life and death.

“To the death?! What does that mean?”

Lin Mo widened his eyes in confusion, but he saw that others in the team, like Raccoon and Spear, had expressions similar to Yuri’s, shifting from red to pale.

Something troubling must be happening, but it wasn’t as bad as he had imagined.

As long as aliens weren’t attacking Earth, he thought.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

Yuri did not continue to clarify Lin Mo’s confusion but pointed thoughtfully at the nearly 200-inch central screen.

“Please pay attention! Important news is about to be announced; the ‘Death Team Battle’ draw will commence shortly! All pilots, be aware! The ‘Death Team Battle’ draw is about to start!”

On the central screen of the mission center, accompanied by stirring military music, transition effects appeared.

The broadcast room for the Abyss Nirvana competition looked completely refreshed, clearly showing the organizers had put a lot of effort into it.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the ultimate battle, held once a month, has finally arrived!”

The familiar host appeared on the screen, dressed in military attire, wearing a headband like a daredevil.

“Ultimate battle?!”

Lin Mo lifted his chin. Did the alarming terms “death battle” and “ultimate battle” mean that all pilots had a chance to be randomly chosen and would have to participate in the airborne meat grinder known as the “Death Team Battle”?

“Exactly! The one and only highlight of Abyss Nirvana, the monthly Death Team Battle!”

Just as Lin Mo suspected, the host built up the suspense before striking a powerful pose and shouting enthusiastically.

This is a massive chaotic battle.

A large-scale aerial combat will involve initial tier, intermediate tier, high tier, and even special tier pilots. This is a true feast of death, the highest gamble in the world.

For the participating pilots, this will be the most terrifying slaughter ground of their lives, where even special tier pilots, vital resources as national air force strategists, could fall.

This is a battle of death that all participating pilots must face.

For the watching nobles and dignitaries, it will be the most adrenaline-pumping madness, as they witness high-level pilots ruthlessly extinguishing the lives of low-level pilots, the stunning melee exciting everyone’s hearts.

The sky is filled with intersecting death trajectories; missiles fly in from unknown sources, and fireballs representing blood and flames burst in the sky. Even if one is lucky enough to eject, they could easily be torn apart by stray bullets.

For the aerospace industry sponsors behind the pilots, the "Death Team Battle" accurately represents real war and is nearly indistinguishable from it.

Perhaps to maintain global peace and prevent the outbreak of World War III, the "Death Team Battle," organized by Abyss Nirvana, serves as a place for countries to release their war pressures and maintains a certain level of stability in global affairs.

“If you are unfamiliar with the participants and observers of the ‘Death Team Battle,’ you can inquire at the information desk. Those who have previously participated in the ‘Death Team Battle’ will not be drawn again. We will now begin the automatic random selection of participants. This battle will select sixteen pilots: one special tier, three high tiers, eight intermediate tiers, and four initial tiers.”

As the host moved, the camera shifted to an automatic selection device, next to which were two sets of eight ceramic balls in red and blue. Each box had a different number of balls, perhaps corresponding to the number of pilots in different groups.

Each ball was labeled with a pilot’s combat call sign.

The call signs of the participating pilots from both the government army and anti-government forces who had not participated in the "Death Team Battle" were included among these balls.

This random selection device resembled a lottery system; under the gaze of many, it ensured a fair and just drawing process.

In fact, there was no need for cheating; once any participant entered the battlefield, they had to face the test of life and death. Even if one escaped from the initial skirmish, they wouldn’t avoid the challenges that lie ahead.

Sponsors did not bring pilots and aircraft just to enjoy the scenery; they came to earn points and validate their aircraft. Unless they wanted to cease fighting or had absolute confidence in their abilities, it made little difference whether they fell early or late.

Each side would draw sixteen pilots, equivalent to the number of a flight squad from the Russian air force or the U.S. Marines.

The strength was evenly distributed, from the lowest initial tier to the top special tier pilots, making the battle highly interesting to watch.

“We will now start the selection from the initial tier of the government army…”

The host skillfully started the device, and after a chaotic spin, a uniform ceramic ball dropped. The camera quickly focused on it and zoomed in on the host’s hand.

“Initial tier, ‘Thunder,’ congratulations!”

“Oh my God!”

A loud cry suddenly echoed in the task hall, followed by a heavy thud, suggesting someone might have fainted, causing startled gasps and shouts for a doctor.

Whoever that unfortunate soul was, they either fainted from excitement or sheer terror.

Typically, initial tier pilots act as cannon fodder in the Death Team Battle, as special and high-tier pilots from the opposing camp swiftly eliminate these minor characters. The chances of survival are extremely low.

Initial tier pilots have no rights; unless they play the role of a wolf in sheep’s clothing, those elite pilots who just participated would draw the short straw if they were selected. Being drawn in the initial tier is almost synonymous with signing a contract with death.

Unlike regular duel rules, once selected for the "Death Team Battle," there are no excuses for refusal to fight. Otherwise, the organizers will permanently revoke the sponsor’s participation eligibility and execute those who refuse without mercy.

The organizers of this dark event have never been kind-hearted.

Once the initial tier is eliminated, the focus of attacks will shift to the intermediate tier.

Intermediate tier pilots are not easy prey; anyone who reaches this tier is a top ace, and even the intermediate low-tier pilots are double aces. Even high and special tier pilots can fall prey to the traps set by the intermediate tier if they let their guard down. Missiles do not distinguish between pilot tiers, and flesh and blood cannot withstand the deafening roar of high-explosive warheads.

“… Initial tier, ‘Black Earth’…”

“… Intermediate tier, ‘Monkey’…”

The Iranian pilot “Monkey” in Lin Mo’s team froze, a fierce fighting spirit bursting forth from his eyes, growing brighter with determination, suggesting he was a warrior at heart.

“… Intermediate tier, ‘Number 13’…”

As the host called out Lin Mo’s codename on the big screen, the eyes of his teammates turned toward him, knowing he would pair with "Monkey" and have each other’s backs in battle.

“Go for it! ‘Number 13,’ you will definitely come back alive!”

Yuri punched his fist and bumped it against Lin Mo’s with enthusiasm.

He seemed unfazed by the danger that Lin Mo might face in the Death Team Battle, subconsciously believing that this Chinese pilot might still have hidden trump cards.

“Hmm!” Lin Mo nodded vigorously and exchanged a glance with the Iranian pilot.

“I will be brave against the strong.”

“… Intermediate tier, ‘Yuri’…”

Yuri also paused, surprised to find himself drawn. There were not many intermediate tier pilots who had not participated in the "Death Team Battle," so it was not unexpected for him to be selected. The odds were already in his favor, and even if he didn’t get chosen this time, he would likely be selected next month.