ニュース ゴシック1リメイクデモがSteamでリリースされました

ゴシック1リメイクデモがSteamでリリースされました

著者 : Layla アップデート : Apr 06,2025

ゴシック1リメイクの「Nyras Prologue」デモの発売を祝うために、THQ NordicとAlkimia Interactiveはエキサイティングな新しい予告編を発表しました。プレイヤーが名前のないヒーローを具体化した元のゴシック様式からの出発で、リメイクは私たちをNyrasに紹介します。Nyrasは、同じ究極の目標である同じ危険な世界をナビゲートしている囚人であるSurvivalを紹介します。

The Steam Next Festイベント中にリリースされたデモは、Gothic Seriesの以前のすべてのエントリを上回る同時プレイヤーのレコードをすでに壊しています。

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リメイクの紹介されたセグメントには、強化されたグラフィックス、よりスムーズなアニメーション、改良された戦闘システムがあります。すべて非現実的なエンジン5を搭載しています。プロローグは、これらの改善を垣間見ることができますが、完全なゲームでプレイヤーを待っている行動の拡大自由と複雑なRPGメカニクスを完全に捉えることはできません。

ゴシックリメイクは、PlayStation 5、Xboxシリーズ、およびSteamとGogを介してPCでリリースされる予定です。公式のリリース日はまだ発表されていないため、ファンはさらに更新を待ち望んでいます。

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