Chapter 247 It’s over, it’s all over
Chapter 247 It’s over, it’s all over
The cross-border war finally came to an end when the support of the Super Beast Legion arrived.
The player army, all members returned to Dizhong Village.
But this battle also caused heavy losses to the Lingxi tribe.
Among them, the Blood Pool Super Beast Legion led by the Blood King lost more than half of its members, and the Blood King was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and fell into a coma.
The battle was desolate and the battlefield was dead silent.
The charred land was stained with the blood of the Spirit Breath warriors, and the cracked land was scattered with the residual crystals left behind by the Super Beast Legion warriors.
The broken body of the End Beast was like a collapsed mountain, lying across the center of the battlefield. Its six pairs of scarlet compound eyes had long since dimmed, and the wounds on its body were still emitting blood mist.
A strong wind swept across the battlefield, raising fine ashes.
Burnt traces of blood, charred bones, lingering sparks...all that was left was a devastated and tragic scene.
In the distance, the surviving Spirit Breath warriors silently searched for the remains (residues) of their fellow tribesmen.
They walked with heavy steps and had empty eyes. Occasionally, they would drag out a wounded person who was still breathing from the residue left behind by the extraction, and immediately wrap him in a blood and flesh carpet and send him to the rear.
There were no cheers of victory, nor joy of surviving a disaster, only suppressed gasps and occasional groans of pain.
In the center of the battlefield, the Blood King was dragged out from the body of the broken End Beast by the Soul Pool Legion priest who arrived urgently.
During this period, they continuously injected life energy into the Blood King's body.
This was an injury that the Lingxi tribe had never encountered before.
Theoretically, as long as the End Beast is still alive, the Blood King will not suffer any harm.
However, the energy released by the invading force, while penetrating into the body of the End Beast, also caused serious injuries to the Blood King connected to it.
At this time, the Blood King's body was covered with purple stripes, which were wrapped around his body like a poisonous snake, constantly absorbing vitality.
The Blood King's condition is like a candle in the wind, which may go out at any time.
Finally, the war priest who came to support wrapped the Blood King's severely injured body with dark red mycelium, forming a beating blood cocoon. By continuously infusing it with vitality, it offset the continuous damage caused by the withering force in the body and forcibly extended the Blood King's life.
The gaze is drawn into the distance.
As the sun sets, the last ray of light passes across the battlefield, illuminating countless broken biological weapons and the remains of super beasts.
It's like a tombstone on the battlefield, recording the cruelty of this battle.
But everything that belongs to the players disappears.
There were no corpses, no weapons... it was as if they had never appeared. This was just a civil war among the Lingxi tribe.
But the cross-border war did not end with the end of this battle.
Players are still continuously descending into the Lingxi world through the space channel, spreading around the Lingxi world with the starting point as the center. The form of war has been chaos mode from the beginning.
Even if the Super Beast Legion still has enough strength to fight against the Player Legion in a head-on war, it is difficult to effectively wipe out the scattered combat power.
The only feasible way is to station troops in several important cities and wait for players to arrive.
Or you can split up the legion's power, set up a search army, and hunt down players all over the world.
As for following the space tunnel to the world where the invading forces are located, the remaining seven thrones dare not do so.
Because they don't know what the scene is at the other end of the space tunnel.
Once teleported, you will be ambushed, and then you will face a desperate battle with no way of retreat.
Half a day later, Apocalypse City.
Under the dome of the Lingxi Royal Court.
Seven figures sat around a circular blood crystal conference table, each of them representing a different life form.
For the Lingxi tribe, the core of the "tribe members" is the memory capsule.
The bodies in their eyes are like clothes of different styles and colors, or vehicles of different shapes in the eyes of humans; they are just external objects.
There were supposed to be eight thrones on the conference table, but one of them was vacant.
The Blood King was still in a coma and unable to attend the meeting.
After the other seven thrones of the Lingxi tribe took their seats, none of them spoke. The fluorescent spores inlaid in the dome flickered, making the faces of the seven thrones appear gloomy and uncertain.
"The second nest has just been hatched. The floating beasts can be sent to the invader's world to investigate at any time, but the prerequisite is that the area near the space channel must be taken over as soon as possible."
The one who spoke was the Bone King of the Spirit Breath Clan. His voice was extremely hoarse, and his bony knuckles tapped on the tabletop as he spoke.
Suddenly, a picture appeared on the surface of the blood crystal in the center of the conference table. The bodies of three hundred huge floating beasts were being formed under the weaving of countless fluorescent plankton.
Hearing this, the Eclipse King, who was sitting next to the Bone King, nodded:
"What we find difficult to tell is whether the invading forces that are currently on the scene are exploratory forces or their main forces. What do you think?"
This sentence is exactly what the other thrones are worried about.
Every time the Lingxi tribe led by them randomly docked with a small world, they would send floating giant beasts and other reconnaissance forces to that world for tentative contact and investigation.
Clarify the combat power level of this world before deciding whether to start a war.
This model is also the experience accumulated in cross-border wars.
The Lingxi tribe has gone through many detours in its development, and its cross-border war development model has also encountered the crisis of genocide.
Once in an invasion war, the army they led encountered a force that also came to invade.
That battle still scares them to this day.
Endless darkness enveloped the earth. No matter how many warriors the Lingxi tribe sent, they would be swallowed up by the surging darkness.
This war is not a war of attrition.
From the very beginning, the Lingxi people were treated as nutrients.
The enemies became stronger as the battle went on, but the fighting power of the Lingxi Clan became weaker and weaker.
Finally, with the sacrifice of the three thrones, they fled back to their home world, urgently broke the source of space and closed the space channel.
Fortunately, the dark forces did not catch up, otherwise it is conceivable that the spiritual world would be destroyed under the sweep of this terrifying force.
Therefore, a detailed investigation of the situation in another world is the most critical part of the Lingxi tribe's war mode.
Therefore, they cannot judge whether the invading forces are currently testing each other or have already started a full-scale war.
No one could answer the question and the meeting fell silent again.
At this moment, the Fungus King sitting in the third seat spoke first:
"In any case, this war is unavoidable. The most important thing now is to take over the area where the space channel is located, and then we can start an investigation. I suggest that Bone King and I be in charge of the war in the space channel area, and you will be responsible for forming a search team to search for the small invading groups that are still plundering our world."
The other thrones nodded in agreement with this proposal.
"By the way, let's give up the invasion of the blue world for now, and withdraw all the forces stationed at the source of space. There is no need to waste resources to continue maintaining the space channel. The most important thing now is to protect our homeland, not to invade abroad." The Soul King sitting at the end suddenly suggested.
After hearing what Soul King said, Bone King immediately shook his head:
"I suggest that the space channel remain. The future direction of this war is unpredictable. Keeping the space channel also leaves us a way out for the Lingxi tribe. Assuming that our strength is not enough to fight against the invading forces, perhaps heading to the blue world would be the best option."
Faced with the rebuttal, Soul King continued to explain:
"The battle power level of the Blue World has not been investigated clearly. If we really reach the point where we are unable to resist and are ready to evacuate, rushing to the Blue World may not be the best choice. It may also be the graveyard where the Spirit Breath Clan will be destroyed. I insist on my point of view and close the space channel."
"I agree to maintain the space channel. The energy in the air of the blue world is thin, and the combat power will not be very strong. This will be a way of retreat." King Eclipse also expressed his thoughts at this time.
"A retreat? King Eclipse, when did you become so cowardly? The Spirit Breath Clan has conquered countless worlds for tens of thousands of years. When did they ever need to leave a retreat for themselves?"
Facing the doubt, the tentacles of the Eclipse King slowly moved, and he said in a low voice:
"This is not cowardice, but strategy. We haven't figured out the details of the invaders yet, but the initial main force contact has already defeated the Blood Pond Legion and even forced the Blood King to the brink of death. What does this mean? Is there a larger force behind them? If the final outcome of the battle is unfavorable, will the entire Spirit Breath Clan be buried with them?"
The Shadow King, who had remained silent throughout, also nodded at this time:
"I think King Eclipse is right. This is not retreating, but preserving the fire. The blue world is poor in resources, but at least there are no damn invaders. If the worst comes to the worst, we can at least evacuate with our core members."
The evil king was greatly moved when he heard these words:
"Evacuate? What are you talking about? Where is the glory of the Spirit Breath Clan? We have never retreated in a war!"
"Glory cannot be eaten. If you cannot even guarantee the survival of your race, how can you talk about glory? Evil King, you are a younger generation, so you have never experienced despair." As he said this, the Soul King stood up and glanced at the thrones present:
"Do you still remember the Endless Darkness? The shadow of that war is always engraved in my heart."
"We, the Lingxi tribe, are not the only invaders and plunderers. There are many powerful tribes in the outside world. Simply emphasizing glory will only lead us to destruction. Leaving a way out is also for the future."
"It is precisely because I have experienced that era that I know better than you what true despair is... So I propose to continue to retain the space channel and send some forces to garrison it."
The seven thrones had a heated discussion on whether to retain the space channel connecting to the Earth.
The new throne is fundamentally different from the old throne in terms of ideology.
The older generation of thrones had experienced despair and witnessed the twists and turns in the growth of the Lingxi tribe.
In their eyes, as long as the fire of the Lingxi tribe can be preserved, there will be hope for the future.
The new generation of thrones have completely different ideas. They grew up in a system of war and plunder, and are warriors who were promoted to the throne from war.
Many of these fighters had not experienced the most difficult years, and had mostly faced unstoppable wars.
For this generation, the glory of war is above all else.
This is also the ideological imprint that the old generation of thrones left on the next generation in order to promote the war growth system.
But it has also become an obsession that shackles their thoughts.
"Let's vote. The Blood King is not here, so his vote does not participate in this resolution." Faced with the controversial decision, the Bone King spoke at this time.
The other thrones nodded one after another, and tentacles extended from the memory capsules in the seven bodies and pressed on the red crystal in the center of the conference table at the same time.
The final decision was to retain the space channel and leave a potential retreat for the Lingxi tribe.
After the meeting, the Seven Thrones took action.
Two armies of super beasts led by the Fungus King and the Bone King are heading towards the player's landing location.
The remaining thrones split up their legion forces and stationed them in different cities to protect them from small invading groups roaming around.
Secondly, hunting teams specifically for small groups of players are quickly formed. The teams are all led by war priests.
The initial contact made the Spirit Breath Clan realize that even elite warriors would find it difficult to contend with the powerful individuals in the invading force.
Only war sacrifices have the power to suppress small invading groups.
A network covering the spiritual world unfolds, and the life spores wandering in the air become spies, providing the hunting team with coordinate information of the invading forces.
A massive anti-invasion war began.
Compared to the tension of the Lingxi tribe, the players seemed extremely relaxed.
After the first round of cross-border war ended, the God King quickly organized new war forces and prepared to airdrop into the small world again to launch a cross-border war.
Unfortunately, the God King was also swallowed up by the space backflow during this round of teleportation, and his soul returned to Dizhong Village on the spot.
The process of entering the small world copy can be described as drawing lots for your life.
If you are unlucky and draw the anti-addiction ticket, you will be forced to be locked in a small dark room for an hour.
The problem is that the probability of becoming addicted is higher than the probability of entering a dungeon.
A Lan also had a headache.
More than 120 million sacrificial powers have been consumed by more than half.
As the initiator of the cross-border war, he is responsible for the energy supply of the space channel.
The cost of maintaining space transmission is huge.
The space teleportation array he built was originally a simplified version. Even though the scale of teleportation was reduced, the energy loss was still very serious.
In order to keep the war going, he had to scrape together money.
Fortunately, refund funds are still being deposited, barely enough to maintain the operation of the space channel.
In this round of cross-border war, the players who successfully entered the small world copy made a fortune, but their Eclipse clan’s start-up funds for development were almost drained.
……
The Blood Pond Legion’s headquarters.
The sticky plasma surged inside the huge cocoon of flesh, and every beat was accompanied by a sharp sound of flesh being torn apart.
Next to the meat cocoon, the remains of the end beast were soaked in a pool of boiling blood.
Golden blood continued to seep out of the wound, and was then absorbed by the tentacles connected to the End Beast and sent back into the body.
This should have been a viable healing cycle, but every time the flesh and blood tried to heal, evil purple lines would emerge from deep within the wound, inhibiting the healing of the wound like a curse.
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A broken bone spur was squeezed out from the shoulder blade of the End Beast, and corrosive black blood splattered on the wall of the flesh cocoon next to it, instantly corroding a honeycomb-shaped hole.
The injuries left by the invading forces forced the war priest suspended by the blood pool to choose to heal his wounds by removing body parts.
Apart from this method, they can't find any other way.
At this time, the Blood King was still in a coma.
The body wrapped in the flesh cocoon is collapsing.
The body is connected to the Doom Beast, allowing the withering characteristics to spread into the Blood King's body.
Similar to the case of the End Beast, the wounds on the Blood King's body could not be healed, and he could only be kept alive by infusing life energy.
As long as the infusion of life is interrupted, the Blood King's life will come to an end.
"It still doesn't work." The Soul King's subordinate priest who was in the lead shook his head regretfully.
In order to save the Blood King, they have tried many methods.
But there is no way to effectively dispel the curse power in the Blood King's body.
Just now, they used hair tentacles to connect the nerve network of the meat cocoon, trying to analyze the composition of the purple curse energy in the Blood King's body.
I want to find a way to lift the curse.
But the purple curse energy could not be analyzed to obtain any information. It was an energy they had never seen before.
If this trend continues, the old king will soon die from the erosion of the curse.
Just when the war priests under the Soul King felt helpless, a figure appeared at the edge of the blood pool.
Seeing this figure, the war priests standing in the air fell to the edge of the blood pool, knelt on one knee and said respectfully:
"Soul King."
The figure known as the Soul King is nearly three meters tall, and his body is not entirely made up of flesh and blood, but is between half flesh and blood and half spirit.
The dark silver mist-like substance constantly flowing on the body's surface could barely outline the outline of a human figure.
Countless tiny neural light spots float on the surface of the mist that makes up the body. They disperse and reorganize with the Soul King's breathing, dragging hazy mist shadows behind him as he moves.
And where the facial features should be, there was only a swirling mental vortex slowly spinning.
This was the spoils of war won by the Soul Pond Legion in a cross-border war, and it was also the body that the Soul King was currently using.
"How's the situation?"
In response to the Soul King's inquiry, the leading war priest truthfully reported the Blood King's physical condition.
Upon learning that the Blood King's injuries were still not healed, the Soul King's swirling face showed a blurry outline of his facial features:
"Have you analyzed the cursed substance?"
"I tried, but couldn't parse out any useful information."
"Can I take out the memory capsule and replace it with a new body?"
"No, the memory capsule has also been eroded by the curse."
After hearing this, the Soul King was silent for a moment, then he held a bottle of red potion in his hand and threw it to the leading war priest:
"Try this."
"What is this?" The war priest who took the red potion looked very confused.
"A potion seized from the invading forces, it should have the effect of healing injuries, maybe it can work on the Blood King."
Upon hearing that the bottle was taken from the invading forces, the war priest immediately cut open the lid and extended his tentacles towards the liquid in the bottle.
But the tentacles stopped before touching the liquid.
It realized that there was no point in analyzing the ingredients of the potion at this point.
Apart from this bottle of potion, they have no other means to treat the Blood King.
Even if this is a bottle of potion that intensifies the curse, it will only speed up the Blood King's death and will not change the predetermined outcome.
After figuring it out, the war priest came to the top of the blood cocoon.
The liquid in the transparent bottle poured down, and the moment it touched the surface of the cocoon, it quickly penetrated into the wriggling biological film.
The meat cocoon trembled slightly, and countless tiny blood vessels appeared on the surface, greedily sucking the energy from the medicine.
An unexpected scene happened.
After the potion was transferred to the Blood King, the Blood King became fragile due to the curse. His bones, which had been broken on a large scale, made crisp sounds of joining together, his broken fascia were rewoven, and even his corroded organs began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The power of the curse was also quickly neutralized under the cleansing of this force.
As the war priest looked incredulous, the Blood King's muscle fibers squirmed and intertwined like a living thing, eventually healing completely.
The purple texture on the Blood King's body has not completely dissipated, but the recovery power brought by the healing of his injuries is gradually dispelling the curse power on his body.
The body officially enters a positive healing cycle.
During this process, the Blood King's consciousness gradually awakened.
The power brought by the special recovery potion eliminated all the damage he suffered in the countercurrent channel, and his dislocated consciousness also recovered.
He opened his confused eyes at this moment, and the first thing he did was to subconsciously call out the space bag.
"Luckily, the data wasn't lost... Shit!"
When he saw the 120,000 sacrificial power, the little wizard was stunned, and his first thought was that there was a bug in the transmission.
An error occurred when the sacrificial power data was transmitted back, causing his own sacrificial power to surge.
“I hope it won’t be rolled back.”
The excited little wizard then called up the contact list, ready to share the joy with his good brother.
But when he opened his friend list and saw 999+ private message requests and dense messages from his friends, he was stunned.
"Xiao Xiao, you are crazy. Please quit the guild. Our family can no longer afford to support a big Buddha like you."
"Xiao Xiao, what's going on with you now? I sent you a message but you didn't reply. You just want to kill me, right? Is this the plot line of being the enemy of the world? What's the benefit of hiding the plot that's worth your madness? Can't you find another way to cooperate with your fellow villagers and pass on information from the inside?"
"You should stay in the Lingxi dungeon world for the rest of your life and don't come back. Even if you come back, you can't leave the village. Everyone out there wants to kill you. From now on, you should play games in the dungeon world. I, your father, almost want to sever the father-son relationship with you."
After taking a look at the shielding function in the lower right corner, the little wizard became even more confused.
"No, I just failed to transmit. Is it necessary..."
Before he finished speaking, the little wizard found that there seemed to be a lot of new things in his mind.
The Blood King's memories, the process of him leading the Blood Pool Super Beast Legion as the Blood King and slaughtering players in a brutal manner...all this information flooded into his mind as his injuries continued to heal.
He suddenly realized that he did not encounter data loss, but was very lucky to draw a hidden plot during the transmission process.
This mode can also be called a proxy mode. His consciousness is fully hosted by the Blood King's memory, and he can earn money by just hanging up.
But the thing is….
Thinking of what he had done in idle mode, the little mage looked at the 999+ private message requests again, and his mentality collapsed:
"It's over. It's all over. I'm dead."
"I was fine when I came here, and I can't go back."
(End of this chapter)