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Blood Strike Teams con ataque a Titan para golosinas temáticas por tiempo limitado

Autor : Peyton Actualizar : May 29,2025
  • Nuevo equipo de vuelo aéreo en juego
  • Bonos de inicio de sesión y pieles exclusivas
  • Crossover se extiende hasta el 3 de mayo

Después del surgimiento de los muertos vivientes, NetEase ha presentado oficialmente el último evento de colaboración de Blood Strike dentro del género de tiradores en primera persona, prometiendo una infusión épica de acción, tanto literal como figurativamente. Hasta el 3 de mayo, los jugadores pueden sumergirse en el mundo del ataque contra Titan, trayendo sus elementos icónicos a la arena de la Battle Royale.

Como se esperaba con cualquier crossover, los fanáticos pueden anticipar elementos temáticos exclusivos, que incluyen pieles de personajes de edición limitada y una nueva mecánica de juego. El equipo de movilidad omni-direccional del regimiento de exploradores le otorgará la capacidad de elevarse a través de los cielos, mientras que las pieles le permiten encarnar personajes como Eren, Mikasa, Levi y el Titán blindado. Completar misiones de eventos te recompensará con pieles de armas de colaboración gratuitas, emoticias y cupones para tus esfuerzos. Simplemente iniciar sesión otorga ventajas adicionales, como el marco de avatar "Freedom Walker" y el cupón de alijo hasta el 30.

YT Este crossover está listo para dar una nueva vida a las estrategias de juego y elevar la experiencia general dentro de Battle Royale. Si está buscando más aventuras llenas de acción con temas similares, considere explorar nuestra lista de los mejores tiradores en Android para su próxima solución.

Mientras tanto, los jugadores ansiosos pueden sumergirse en la emoción descargando Blood Strike de App Store o Google Play. Es gratuito con compras opcionales en la aplicación. Estén atentos a la página oficial de Twitter para obtener actualizaciones, explore el sitio web oficial o vea el clip integrado de arriba para echar un vistazo al ambiente y las imágenes del evento.

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