ニュース Kurukshetra:Ascensionは、100万人以上のプレイヤーを抱えるインド風のカードバトラーです

Kurukshetra:Ascensionは、100万人以上のプレイヤーを抱えるインド風のカードバトラーです

著者 : Charlotte アップデート : Mar 03,2025

Kurukshetra:インドの神話に根ざした魅惑的なカードバトラーであるAscensionは、2023年のリリース以来100万人のプレイヤーを超えて急増しました! Google PlayとiOS App Storeの興奮を発見してください。

このインドが開発したゲームは、国の急成長するゲームの可能性を紹介しています。インド神話の壮大なスケール(アスラの怒りのファンに馴染みのある)からインスピレーションを得て、クルクシェトラ:アセンションは、魅力的なマルチプレイヤーPVP戦いと、悪魔、戦士、神話の獣を備えた魅力的なシングルプレイヤーキャンペーンを提供します。 2023年の発売以来のグローバルなリーチは、その魅力の証です。

おそらくギリシャや北欧の神話よりも西側ではあまり馴染みのないものの、インドの古代の叙事詩も同様に豊かで、クルクシェトラの世界を刺激する生涯よりも大きなヒーローで満たされています。ゲームは進化し続けています。シーズンイレブン、「ヒマラヤへの旅」は、新しいプレイ可能なヒーローであるヒマヴァットを、新しい武器などとともに紹介します!

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文化のお祝い

多くの地元で開発されたゲーム(インダスのような)におけるインド文化に重点を置くことは注目に値します。多くの中国の開発ゲームでの月の新年のイベントと同様に、クルクシェトラは、文化遺産を効果的に促進し共有するゲームの力を示しています。

すべてのモードで1,400万回以上の試合が行われ、PVPで費やされた数百万時間で、Kurukshetra:Ascensionは明らかにプレイヤーに共鳴しています。

より多くのカードと闘うアクションをお探しですか? iOSのトップ15のベストカードバトルとトップ10のベストカードゲームのキュレーションリストをご覧ください!

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