Chapter 246: Choice of Faith, Cross-Border War
Chapter 246: Choice of Faith, Cross-Border War (asking for monthly ticket)
[Just wait for me, little wizard. I have been playing Monster World for half a year, and you are the first one to break my defense.]
Poster: She speaks in a childish manner.
Contents:
It’s so miserable, really so miserable that I have to come to the forum to complain about my miserable experience.
I have always been a lone wolf player in other games and like to explore the game content by myself.
The intensity of the monster world is too high, so I came up with the idea of forming a family and friends group, and I was lucky enough to find a very loving small group.
It feels really great to explore the new areas together. We have group photos in all five scenes, and everyone’s sacrificial power is shared, so whoever is short of power can use it first.
(Attached is a collection of photos of each scene.)
This time the test copy is open, our small group must take advantage of it and prepare medicines for the expedition.
The result of QVQ... was too miserable. Nearly half of the data of relatives and friends were lost during the transmission process. Brother Di Zhao seduced them on the spot and locked them in a small dark room when he returned to the village.
We who are lucky enough to have survived are ready to become self-reliant in our little world.
As a result, the landing site was only ruins. The brother who entered the site earlier had already eaten everything and no one knew where he ran off to.
Not to mention leftovers, the ground in the ruined city had been dug up, and there wasn't even a mouthful of soup (eating dirt and angrily banging the table.jpg).
There is no choice but to change the location.
I asked the guys in the regional channel and learned that they had discovered a city whose defenses were slightly stronger and they needed help from other players.
So we set off decisively, it’s time to make a fortune (Explorer’s Inspirational Expression.jpg).
As a result, when we arrived at the city mentioned by the brother in the regional channel, what we saw was the scene after the raid was completed (scene screenshot).
There is nothing but ruins.
But just when we were extremely disappointed and ready to explore on our own, a surprise suddenly came (pay attention).
A brother in the regional channel reminded that the air investment resource package has arrived.
We were so excited that we immediately flew into the air on our vehicle to see what the resource pack contained.
As a result, we saw a huge group of natives from another world attacking.
At that moment, tears welled up in my eyes, and I thought I was finally going to get rich.
But... when I said but, it proved that a turning point had occurred and the real situation was not at all like what the district brother said.
They kept saying that the natives in the small world copy were so weak that they would break at the slightest touch.
But when it was my turn, I encountered the strongest war legion in the small world, and our defense line was broken as soon as it came into contact with them.
What’s even worse is that our family and friends were targeted by the end beast.
Our captain was flattened by a punch, it was so tragic. I’m posting a screenshot I took secretly (Flat Captain.jpg).
Then, without any surprise, we were crushed to death by the end beast, and before we could feel happy, we were given a free ticket back to the city, ending our pleasant experience in the small world (with gnashing of teeth).
At this point, the tragedy should have ended, until we talked about the cause of death.
Here are two screenshots: Death log record and End of the World behemoth analysis.
【End of the Monster (Player)】:
Hunting level: Level 103.
Target analysis: The end behemoth controlled by the player, one of the eight king-level super beasts in the world of spiritual breath, controlled by the player, the little wizard.
……
That's why we broke through.
Being killed by the natives can only be attributed to the fact that I am not as skilled as them, and I have to accept it even though I am unwilling to do so.
But when we found out that we were stabbed in the back by our own fellow villagers, I was so angry. Why did you do this?
We have no grudge against each other, why do you want to stab us in the back?
In addition to complaining, I also wanted to tell this player named Little Mage that our feud has begun.
No matter what hidden plot missions you have, our group of relatives and friends have unanimously decided that we will kill you when we see you from now on. Just wait and see.
This hatred will never end (the explorer rolls on the ground in anger.jpg).
Comment area:
Crayon Shin-chan: What do you mean by endless hatred? I just want to ask if I give you 100,000 sacrificial power, do you still have hatred? Can this kindness make you call me godfather? All grievances come from insufficient financial resources. Sacrificial power can solve all problems, including your problems in reality. It is said that the creatures in the upper world can use sacrificial power to extend their lifespan. Universal sacrificial power (funny.jpg)
Li Huoxing: Fortunately, we went in different directions and did not encounter the player who defected to the enemy camp. This guy should have activated a hidden mission. I feel that he can get rewards by killing players, so he is looking for players everywhere to kill, just like the task that Ale gave to Jile players in the early days was to kill players. His behavior is indeed immoral. He really kills his own brothers without saying hello, right? I suggest blocking the village entrance and killing him, and then letting him go after he kowtows and admits his mistake.
All Things Have Spirits: I had the same experience as you. I was also killed by this beast with a heavy punch. He killed my fellow villagers without even saying hello. He was so cold-blooded and heartless. I was so angry that I will be killed by him too. When he chases me in the future, I will be one of them.
Braised chicken is really delicious: With a hunting level of 103, ordinary players can be defeated by him with one punch. He can be called the little bully in the small world copy. The most important thing is that he has brains. If you can't beat him, you can run away. Who has the ability to punish him? You can only wait for him to return to the village to block the door. Many functions must be used in the village. I don’t believe that he will not return to the village in this life. When the time comes, the forum will set up a bounty list, and those of you who are killed will contribute money together. You will get a sum for each kill, and kill him until he is desperate and regretful.
……
Just as players on the forum were hotly discussing this "traitor" who had stabbed his fellow villager in the back.
At this time, the spiritual world.
On the ruins of the dilapidated city, the Blood King and five war priests stood on the top of a tall building.
Their eyes looked beyond the collapsed buildings into the distance.
At the end of the sky, darkness was wriggling silently, swallowing up the earth like a sticky tide.
When the last ray of setting sun was devoured, night rose from the horizon, like a rotten giant mouth slowly closing.
Shadows shrouded the city, climbed up the mottled walls, and erased the outline of the ruins bit by bit.
The only sound in my ears was the low whimper of the wind, and the smell of blood passed by my nose. The city beneath my feet also sank completely into darkness, without a trace of light.
The war is over, but a new war is about to begin.
He had led the Blood Pool Legion on many cross-border expeditions, but this was the Blood King's first time fighting in his home world.
There are still city ruins under your feet, but it brings a completely different feeling.
Looking at the horizon that was already shrouded in darkness, the Blood King whispered softly:
"There are countless fragments in my memory. I also stood at the top of a city and looked down at the ruins of the city. What rose in my heart was pride and pleasure."
“Similar scenes, but completely different feelings.”
Hearing the Blood King's murmurs, the war priests standing behind him also felt the same way.
Aren't they the same?
In similar scenes, what was churning in my heart was no longer the pleasure of conquest, but a strange dull pain.
Those foreign cities that they had trampled upon have now become reflections of their hometown.
In the past, ruins were the witness of their glory, broken city walls were the scale of their achievements, and scorched earth was the mark of their victory.
They enjoyed the silence when the enemy city fell, as if the whole world was trembling under their feet.
"Throne, our opponents this time are very strong. From our initial contact, we can tell that the average strength of their combat units is higher than ours."
The Blood King nodded slightly, his eyes still fixed on the darkness:
"This time we are no longer conquerors standing high above us, but defenders fighting for our homeland and survival. This feeling... is so heavy."
After speaking, the Blood King raised his right hand, and suddenly a ball of ink-black flame rose from his fingertips.
He clenched his fist suddenly and the flame went out.
The Blood King jumped straight down from the top of the tall building, and the war priests behind him followed him.
Soon, countless glowing red compound eyes lit up in the darkness, like sparks that instantly swept across the entire city.
The huge war army was activated again and, led by the Blood King, advanced in the direction of the invading forces.
From time to time along the way, you can see small groups of invading forces riding special vehicles.
For these invaders, the Blood King would directly kill them.
But this is also the question that puzzles the Blood King the most.
The invaders who descended upon the Home World had none of the characteristics that an invading force should have.
Use your own experience of invading other worlds as a reference.
The invading force must first deploy clear strategic nodes. For example, every time they advance 65 nodes, they must set up a forward base and build a communication network.
Taking the landing location as the core and spreading like a spider web, this is the reasonable conquest mode.
But the choice of this advent force is different
They are more like tourists who come to visit. They invade the battlefield in small groups without any clear purpose and plunder wherever they go.
I never thought about the dangers I might encounter along the way, nor did I think about how to escape if I was surrounded without any follow-up support.
Looting around in a very chaotic way.
It's not that he thinks this chaotic model of plundering isn't feasible.
But feasibility must be based on the strength to crush everything.
Although this invading force is strong, it is obviously not strong enough to ignore the local forces.
However, the strategy adopted was still aimless invasion, and it was impossible to organize an effective war army.
Secondly, there are two very strange things about this alien force.
The lives they killed, whether they were super beasts or the super beast warriors inside, would turn into black mist and dissipate.
Most of the material on the body, such as flesh and blood, will disappear into thin air.
Like a body that has been sucked dry, leaving only useless residue.
Considering that he also possessed similar abilities and could gain physical enhancement after killing someone, he suspected that this force possessed a kind of rule-based power.
The effect is to devour the life force of the killed target and convert it into one's own power.
If this conjecture is true, this invading force is far more terrifying than he imagined.
But no matter what, the war will not stop.
Unless the invading force chooses to withdraw voluntarily.
At dawn, the Blood Pool Legion arrived at a city that had also fallen into ruins.
A new round of war is about to begin.
After 3 hours.
The fallen city was recovered, but it had long since turned into ruins with no resources left.
The Super Beast Legion stopped briefly and headed to the next city again.
After successively recaptured four cities, the legion led by the Blood King arrived at the City of Death.
Outside the city, a large army of players has already taken position.
On the rear city wall.
The God King stood quietly in a silver-white robe, looking at the end of the horizon, following the blood-red waves rising with the rising sun, with an expectant look on his face.
This was his first time organizing a cross-border war.
Although the opponent is strong, our players are fully capable of fighting.
In comparison, the Earth Mind bully who knows him well is the most difficult opponent.
Looking back to the end of the horizon, the super beast army was like a giant blood-red python, sweeping in from the horizon.
At the front of the legion, all kinds of super beasts are densely arranged. They are all extremely huge, and they move forward with great momentum.
Behind the Super Beast Legion, smaller but more numerous Super Beast Warriors followed closely behind, covering the entire land tightly without leaving a single gap.
In the sky, flying monsters blocked out the sun. When their wings overlapped, they looked like a dark cloud, completely blocking out the sunlight.
It was as if dark clouds covering the earth were rolling in from afar, and the airflow generated by the flapping wings was like a passing hurricane.
The God King is extremely calm and has experienced many wars, both large and small.
Having seen the scene of the terrifying black tide sweeping across the sky, the charge of the Super Beast Legion only seemed powerful to him, but it was far less visually impactful than the black tide.
"Thank you brothers for trusting me and letting me take charge of this battle. We will fight side by side again."
After he finished speaking, everyone in the Legion channel shut down their microphones, and the God King activated his brain overclocking feature.
An indescribable sense of clarity spread from my temples to my entire head, as if the performance of my brain's processor had suddenly been turned up.
As the characteristic was activated, my thoughts became unusually smooth, like a clogged water pipe being suddenly unblocked.
The originally vague concepts are automatically connected into a clear logical chain and the problems are automatically solved.
Memory is like a well-organized filing cabinet. You can pull out whatever you need immediately. The contents of the war studies books that I read at the Tezuka Village Library last week, and other books and knowledge that I casually flipped through...all are within reach.
In the regional voice channel, the speech speed of other players seemed to be lowered.
He can predict the end of a sentence before the player finishes speaking.
Eagle-headed demon, open!
In an instant, the field of vision moved forward like a camera, the picture in front suddenly zoomed in, and every detail was visible.
Perception penetrates everything without hindrance, even the turbid elemental particles floating in the air of the spiritual world are clearly visible.
Different from what we see with the naked eye, the space in the eagle-headed demon mode seems to be reconstructed.
If the world seen by the eagle-headed demon is 100%, then the world seen by the naked eye is less than 1%.
Perceptual vision is not a single focus of the naked eye, but a multi-dimensional coverage. You can see everything within the coverage area at the same time without having to move your eyes.
Lord, open!
A burning mark appeared on the God King's forehead, and the War Lord mode was activated.
The blood-colored energy enveloped the magic player in front like a halo, and immediately a halo mark appeared under the feet of the magic player.
The God King opened his mouth slightly, and suddenly white air flowed into his mouth.
However, the strength of the food energy is affected not only by the level of the soul and the strength of the mental power, but also by the environment.
The environment of the spiritual world is not even a little bit worse than that of the monster world. The efficiency of filtering impurities in the air and absorbing energy has become extremely poor.
The scatter arrow and siphon characteristics are activated.
The psychic beam automatically connects to the two players standing behind it.
The two players who were in charge of the power bank immediately took out the spirit recovery potion and were ready to drink it at any time to provide the God King with command endurance.
"21, 22, 23... Group up, stay here and wait for orders. The rest of the wounded group members, get ready."
After the God King finished speaking, the injured players at the front of the player army released their vital energy and souls one after another, and red air currents swirled around their bodies like a whirlpool.
At the very center of this main battle line is the wounded group of the God King Guild.
The weapons of the 3000 injured players were all in the form of arm guards, and their upper bodies were generally naked. Their back muscles were entangled like angry dragons, and the blood vessels on their bulging necks were pumping with boiling energy.
Before the charge began, they squatted down like a group of ferocious beasts about to break free from their chains.
The God-King gave the order to charge.
Thousands of red qi burst out like a torrent of lava from a volcanic eruption.
With the help of the strong energy, his body suddenly shot out, and red air gushed out from his pores, dragging a red tail flame behind him.
The ground cracked under their feet. The hard rock was like fragile thin ice, and spider-web-like cracks exploded the moment their footsteps landed.
The wounded regiment charged faster and faster, and their muscle fibers made a buzzing sound like a taut bowstring under the high load.
The injury-bearing group of the Temple Guild also boosted the mood of other injury-bearing players nearby.
Many players who were taking the damage during the charge could not hide their envy when they looked at the players from the Temple Guild who were taking the damage.
Because that's what they're chasing.
The top guild's injury-bearing teams were not even on the same level as them.
The Temple Injury-Bearing Group is the pinnacle of the pyramid in the eyes of the injury-bearing players on the forum. Each of them is made of steel tempered in the furnace of war in the Novice Village and is an iron wall shield that has experienced hundreds of battles.
As long as they are on the battlefield, they are the most solid guardians of the players in the rear.
Almost all players have watched the war videos of the Temple Guild.
Precise aggro attraction, extreme health counterattack, well-timed star shifting... Under the command of the God King, every move they make is like a mechanical gear that has been tempered a thousand times, fitting seamlessly into the team's combat rhythm.
Whenever a new player chooses the damage-taking style, the first thing he does is to check the guide on how to play the damage-taking style.
Veteran players recommend war videos of the Temple Guild.
Most of the skills of the damage-bearing players in ordinary player teams were learned from these top players.
These top players who can take damage have already had the muscle memory of how to take damage etched into their bones.
The gaps in soul and equipment can be made up through hunting.
However, the awareness of enduring injuries, which is accumulated from countless group annihilations, needs to be honed in the most brutal wars.
If the competitive party is the pinnacle of personal combat technology in the player camp, then the wound-bearing flow that emerges from the novice village competition is undoubtedly the pinnacle of war technology.
As a player who plays the injury-bearing style on the forum once said: Real steel has always been forged in the most intense flames. The petty fights in other scenes mean nothing. If you have the ability, go to the Novice Village and try your luck.
The Novice Village is the most brutal furnace of war in the eyes of players.
The terrifying black tide, the fighting Zerg, each of these forces is a branch of the top forces in the monster world.
Following the charge of the injury-bearing players of the Temple Guild, other injury-bearing players also transformed into battlefield bulls, rushing towards the Super Beast Legion with an indomitable momentum.
Looking down from the sky.
On the earth, waves of blood and red converged in the center of the battlefield.
At the moment of collision, the majestic energy erupted like a volcano, sweeping across the heaven and earth.
The injured players roared in unison, their naked upper body muscles bulged high, tense as iron, veins popping out, and they pushed forward.
The sharp fangs and claws of the super beasts seemed like fragile pieces of paper in front of their solid flesh.
Facing the super beast that was pouncing on him, the injury-bearing player used his chest as a shield, dug his legs deep into the ground, and pushed forward.
The front-line forces of the Super Beast Legion were knocked back repeatedly by the players who were suffering from injuries.
Even though they attacked the players who were taking damage wave after wave, they were still unable to break through even a little bit.
Looking down from the sky, the bronze backs formed a moving wall, and every muscle was steaming under the scorching sun.
The claws of the super beast plowed sparks on the surface of the skin, like a blunt knife scraping across a hardened steel ingot.
The blood in the player's body roared as it rushed through his meridians, drowning out the roar of the super beast.
As the resistance to propulsion increased, the injured player in the front row arched his back, placed his hands on the huge body of the super beast, and pushed the front line with his tiny body. The impact of the earth devourer was like crashing into viscous molten steel, and the impact was dissolved layer by layer by the flowing muscle groups.
In the sky, the bone spurs and acid spewed out by the Winged Disaster Group fell on the players of the Injury Stream. The bone spurs shattered into pieces and flew everywhere, and the corrosive liquid was evaporated into purple smoke by the roaring blood, without leaving a trace of scar.
This scene also made the players who were watching the live broadcast outside the venue exclaim in excitement.
Every time the wounded players charge forward collectively, it is like an artistic feast of flesh, blood, and steel, displaying the ultimate aesthetics of violence.
There are no exaggerated fighting skills, nor fancy abilities, only the dominance of the physical body to overwhelm everything.
On the battlefield, all players need to: dodge.
But stone statue players have long deleted the word "dodge" from their dictionaries. If death is ahead, they will use their bodies to knock away death and survive, or welcome death to create opportunities for the brothers behind them.
This is why the injury-bearing school is the first school of faith in the eyes of forum players, the only school that lives towards death.
The battle formation continued to advance forward, and every time the bare feet of the players who took the damage stepped down, the battle line would move forward a little.
The super beast's bite was in vain. Its sharp teeth cut the bronze skin but could never pierce the epidermis.
"Auxiliary group, light the fire!"
After the God King's order was issued, the auxiliary group members who were organized in advance locked onto the injury-bearing players in the same small group and released the blood burning feature.
Blood-red rays of light entangled the players who were taking the damage.
Suddenly, veins on the body surface of the injury-bearing player bulged, and it seemed as if magma was surging under the skin, and the muscles expanded rapidly under the catalysis of the blood burning properties.
The back bulged with muscles like granite, the muscle fibers in the forearms were twisted into bundles like steel bars, and even the nails turned dark red due to congestion.
This is also the reason why the members of the Temple Guild's wounded team are unwilling to wear clothes.
Rather than relying on fragile armor, they prefer to use pure flesh to build an indestructible barrier.
The defense provided by the armed part of the armed vehicle is only needed by magic players. Players who want to take damage might as well use their physical bodies to deal with various outputs.
With the help of the blood burning property, their muscles expanded significantly and could easily burst the armed modules.
With a low roar, a rain of elements rose from outside the city and smashed towards the super beast army like a meteor shower. The players in the front row who were taking the damage also burst out with strength.
A corner of the main battle line.
boom!
The muscles collided with the shell, making a sound similar to that of metal hitting each other.
The Geophagnum's mandibles can tear apart alloys, but it whimpers under the heavy blows of the injury-bearing player.
The body sizes of the two are disproportionate.
The more than ten-meter-long earth-eating insect is like a building, and the injured player is as small as an ant.
But even so, players still have an absolute advantage in combat.
The player's arm muscles punched out like a hydraulic press, and the earth-eating insect's shell cracked under the heavy punches. Smelly body fluids spurted out from the cracks, and before they hit the ground, they were evaporated into purple smoke by the heat waves of blood and energy emitted from the player's body.
At the front of the main battle line, more than 3000 players of the Temple Guild turned into a red torrent, imitating the battle formation of the Counter Tide Legion and crashed into the Super Beast Legion.
The muscles resonate, the qi and blood resonate, and the ground shakes with every step.
The super beast's sharp claws tore at their bodies, leaving not even a white mark.
The young figure in the lead raised his head and let the acid rain sprayed by the Wing Disaster pour on his face. His pupils were still burning with fighting spirit under the corrosive liquid, and the corners of his mouth were grinning ferociously.
At this moment, he suddenly raised his hand, and his five fingers like steel pliers grasped the head of a shadow wolf that was pouncing towards him.
His body was knocked back half a meter. After he stabilized himself, the power that had been accumulated in his body suddenly burst out.
The accumulation characteristic was activated, and the right fist blasted out with terrifying force.
"die!"
boom!
The shadow wolf instantly turned into dust and dissipated, and even the remains of flesh and blood evaporated instantly.
The bodies of top-level damage-bearing players can accumulate enormous amounts of power, and this accumulation feature is also the means of output with the highest burst in small-scale battles at this stage.
Theoretically, as long as the body can withstand enough power, the accumulation feature is enough to allow the player to kill gods instantly.
But this is only in theory, and players obviously do not have such a strong body to bear this power.
Time passed by bit by bit, and several hours of high-intensity collisions.
The battlefield turned into a life meat grinder, with players or super beast warriors dying every minute and every second.
During this period, the End Beast was undoubtedly the focus of the battlefield.
Only the End Beast has the terrifying combat power to absolutely crush all players. It runs rampant on the battlefield. Except for the players who can bear the damage, the rest of the players cannot withstand even a single blow.
But players in war mode are not afraid of death and rush towards the end monster one after another.
The player with amnesia obviously did not realize that he had offended many players of the Temple Guild and was still killing people wantonly.
The bone blade turned into a death scythe in his hand. After finding it difficult to kill the combat units with hardened skin, he decisively flew to the back of the player, wanting to imitate the previous attacks and find a breakthrough from the output units in the back.
After landing, nearby melee players could not withstand the attack of the End Beast, and large groups of players were killed.
The beast of the end is advancing with unstoppable force.
The God King who saw this scene smiled:
"I really thought you were Kuroshio, and you came in like that."
When fighting against the Earth Bully, the Earth Bully's strategy of attacking from behind was mainly based on space jumps, and he had never allowed a single force to directly attack like this.
However, the God King did not rush to issue orders, allowing the End Beast to continue to go deeper, and even took the initiative to sacrifice some melee players to be slaughtered by it.
Just as the End Beast was about to rush to the area where the corporation was located, the God-King issued an order.
Suddenly, countless light screens connected together, blocking the advance of the End Beast.
The bone blades swung repeatedly, and light spots splashed on the light shield, which was about to break.
"Melee formation, blood soul traction."
From behind, countless blood-colored chains attacked and entangled the body of the End Beast.
"pull!"
boom!
Melee players release the Power Axe and the energy characteristics, and power explodes instantly. The huge Doomsday monster is instantly pulled to the ground.
"Continue to contain the enemy in close combat."
"Mage group, withering and overlapping injuries."
"Shooter, tear the wound"
"Assisting group, cast the binding attribute in the order of formation..."
Suddenly, inky fireballs rained down like raindrops, and the accompanying withering properties began to spread on the body of the End Beast.
This is the most effective damage stacking skill in the player's hands to kill the BOSS.
Blood soul pulling, binding, withering, tearing... this set of serial killing moves specially used to deal with high-level hunting creatures appeared one after another.
The blood and energy in the End Beast's body roared and surged, and its muscle fibers trembled wildly, trying to break free from control and stand up.
The muscles in its limbs bulged and the ground cracked under its power, as if it would break free from its restraints and launch a counterattack in the next second.
But just when its power was accumulated to its peak.
laugh!laugh!laugh!
Dark cold lights flashed one after another.
The assassin group returned to the rear of the battle line under the command of the God-King, and the soul-sealing attribute fell with the dagger.
The pitch-black runes spread along the blade, entwined like chains and penetrated into the body of the End Beast. The originally boiling blood and energy suddenly stagnated, like a torrent that was forcibly cut off.
The power that the End Beast had accumulated with great difficulty was instantly lost.
The incredulous Blood King once again controlled the End Beast and tried to struggle.
However, the soul-sealing properties that densely fell on his body were like the most deadly toxin, corroding along the path of blood flow. Every time he accumulated strength, it was like punching cotton. His muscles had been stretched to the limit, but the power was blocked by some invisible barrier and lost instantly.
In addition, there are restrictions such as restraints and blood soul traction.
The beast of the end was like a trapped animal, making dull growls but unable to break free.
The main battle line continued to be held by the players who took the damage, while the rest of the players were cooperating with the command of the God-King, preparing to kill the Doombehemoth, the most difficult combat unit to deal with.
Although I know that this player is definitely carrying out a hidden mission, so what.
Since you have chosen to be the enemy of the majority of players, you must be prepared to be forced to return to the village.
The intensive offensive could hardly break the Blood King's body defense, but under the double layers of tearing and withering, the self-healing speed of the End Beast was gradually covered by the damage spreading in the body.
As time passed, purple textures from withering and bloody textures from tearing appeared on the surface of the End Beast.
Purple blooms from the inside out, and blood seeps from the outside in.
As his injuries became more serious, the Blood King tried several times to control the End Beast to violently stand up, but was interrupted by the Soul Sealing Assassin every time.
With the help of the eagle-headed demon's perception, the God King accurately controlled the moment when the beast of the end exerted its power.
Perhaps in past battles, the End Beast could move forward and backward easily when faced with overwhelming combat power, and even mastered a guaranteed means of escape.
But this time they are facing players, each of whom possesses a set of rule-level power.
Trapped in numerous rules, it is difficult to break free even at the 103rd level of hunting.
Since the trump card was not used during the battle, there is no need to use it. This time, what the God King has to do is to block it.
The only thing that puzzled him was that his fellow villager who controlled the End Beast wouldn't be so stupid.
In his eyes, it was clear what kind of soul he had. Even if he was extremely confident, he wouldn't just rush in and give it to them.
At this time, the body of the End Beast had become shattered by the destruction of multiple life soul characteristics.
The claws that were sharp enough to tear the earth apart lost their edge, and sticky golden blood flowed out of the wound.
His chest heaved violently, and every breath seemed unusually heavy.
Inside the body, the Blood King, who was connected to the End Beast, felt the pain transmitted from the End Beast and clenched his teeth.
A hoarse growl came out of his throat and his pupils contracted violently.
Anger burns deep in my heart.
He continued to control the heart of the End Beast, pumping the last of its violent blood and energy, trying to make the broken body stand up again.
But the end point of accumulating energy is a sudden release of energy.
"I am... the Blood King... How can I..."
The Blood King roared in unwillingness.
Think about the past.
It controls the behemoth of the end to tear apart mountains, devour cities, and countless creatures wail under its feet.
At that time, it was the supreme top predator, a scourge standing at the top of the food chain.
But now he is like a dying beast, crawling on the ground, waiting for the end of his life.
shame!
He was still struggling with his teeth clenched, golden blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
It is not willing to give in!
How could I be willing!
Just a few days ago, he was about to embark on a new glorious journey and lead his people to start a new cross-border war.
It was supposed to reign supreme over the new world, making all things tremble under its pressure.
But now he had to die in his home world, killed in a humiliating manner by the invaders.
His pupils were distorted with extreme anger, and he glared at the invaders around him through the pupils of the End Beast.
Feeling the vitality slipping away from his body, the Blood King struggled to raise his claws, even if it would only help him tear one enemy to pieces in the end.
But his muscles had already collapsed, and he couldn't even move a single knuckle, so he could only hang helplessly on the ground.
Despair and anger intertwined in my heart.
The breath became weaker and the vision was gradually shrouded in darkness.
In the last moments of its life, countless images emerged in its mind.
At that time, the body of the End was not yet fully mature, but it could tear mountains apart with its bare hands.
The people of the Spirit Breath tribe knelt on both sides of the rift, and the chanting came like a tide.
The war priest placed the crown symbolizing royal power on his head….
The vision in his right eye began to blur, and the Blood King stared at the darkening sky with his only remaining left eye.
The clouds in the twilight look just like the sunset on its coronation day.
At that time, it was full of ambitions and was determined to lead the Lingxi tribe to rise and become a super power spanning multiple worlds.
I still remember the first time he went out to fight as the throne. The world made up of a curtain of light tried to stop him, but was easily torn apart by him.
Countless beautiful pictures flashed by...but now, it couldn't even raise its arms.
The self-healing ability that he was so proud of was completely suppressed by some rule-level force.
The golden blood in the body of the End Beast was once the trophy it extracted from the genes of countless creatures it devoured, but now it was gushing out of its wound like cheap sewage.
What is more unbearable than death is the eyes of those ants.
They surrounded him, with no awe in their eyes, only contempt.
As if it were an animal to be slaughtered.
These despicable invaders actually humiliated themselves like this.
With rage roaring in its heart, it tried to activate the biological furnace again, even if it meant self-destruction.
But the only response was silence.
The self-destructive organ that was once able to tear apart space was now like a piece of cold lava, no longer able to extract a single bit of energy.
The last moments of life.
In a trance, he seemed to see the sunset of that day again.
It stands at the top of the world, with billions of creatures submitting to it at its feet and an endless journey ahead.
The war priest said that the Spirit Breath Clan would follow it until the end of time, and its name would be engraved on the foundation of billions of worlds...
The focus of his left eye began to deteriorate, and the world was distorted in his blurry vision, like a painting that was about to break.
Just then, he heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears.
"Hold on, throne."
Then a force seeped into the body, and immediately the body began to suck like a hungry beast.
When he opened his eyes, he found five familiar figures around him.
Their bodies were broken and covered in blood, their shells were shattered in many places, their tentacles were broken, and golden blood left long trails behind them.
"you……"
A hoarse voice came out of the Blood King's throat, and it was filled with shock, confusion, and even more heartache.
The leading war priest had half of his body carbonized, but he still pressed his palm on the heart of the beast of doom. His flesh and blood squirmed, resonating with the body of doom under his control, and continuing to infuse his vitality into it.
Vitality flows through the body, muscle fibers reconnect, and bones creak under the heavy load.
The compound eyes of the End Beast lit up again, but this time, what it saw was not the battlefield and the invaders, but five tribesmen who were already on the verge of their limit.
"Throne, we are late." The war priest's voice was calm, but there was an unconcealable reluctance in his eyes.
"Go!" The blood picture roared, and its body began to disintegrate. Its flesh and blood turned into pure energy, continuing to repair the wounds of the End Beast.
"I'll cover you."
The black mass of player legions surged in like a tide, with shouts and footsteps, and dense elemental bombardments fell, cutting through the sky.
A war priest did not hesitate to disintegrate part of his body and use his flesh and blood to build an indestructible barrier above his head.
"I want to be with you..."
Before he could finish his words, the bloodworm had already rushed forward, its shell peeling off piece by piece as it charged, revealing the boiling biological core inside.
boom!
The three war priests decisively helped him up and ran towards the breakthrough gap torn by the bloodworms.
Only Xuetu was left standing there. He turned around and looked at the attacking players from all directions, and the biological core on his body lit up.
"Throne... I must survive." A look of relief appeared on Xuetu's face, and then he detonated his own body without hesitation.
The Blood King's eyes turned red instantly.
It wants to turn back.
It wants to fight.
At this moment, a voice sounded in his ears:
"Throne, the rise of the Spirit Breath Clan was doomed to be tortuous. They were on the verge of extinction several times, but they managed to survive one new era after another. They will continue to move forward in the future. Our end has come, but the future that belongs to you and the Spirit Breath Clan will continue."
After he finished speaking, another war priest rushed forward and turned into a dazzling light in the eyes of the Blood King.
After breaking through for a distance, blood-red ropes came at them intensively.
Then the fourth war priest blew himself up to clear the way.
The last remaining war priest faced the breakthrough created by the explosion and rushed out of the encirclement of players.
At this moment, the injured players in the front line turned back and attacked.
"throne."
The last war priest, who had exhausted all his strength, trembled as he tore open his chest and dug out a beating golden heart.
"Eat it...and live."
The Blood King wanted to refuse, wanted to roar, wanted to drag his broken body back to the enemy camp.
But the priest's palm was already on his mouth.
The heart turned into a warm current that flowed into the throat, instantly igniting the life fire of the End Beast that was about to expire.
Roar!
The war priest unleashed the last of his strength and threw him towards his own army.
The Blood King looked back in the air and saw the broken war priest leaping high up to defend him from the dense elemental bombardment coming from behind.
The war priest, who was no longer able to speak, looked up at him and moved his lips slightly:
"What a pity... I can no longer stand on the ruins of the city and watch the sunrise of the new world with you."
(End of this chapter)