Chapter 281 Monster Yuhui, the reason why we cannot fail

Chapter 281 Monster Yuhui, the reason why we cannot fail

Chapter 281 Monster Yuhui, the reason why we cannot fail
Over time, the paradigm of warfare is changing.

The three great natural disasters can only create flaws through collisions with each other.

When it was impossible to break through the other two sides' defense lines, they simultaneously chose the optimal solution to the war.

Attack the behemoth army and start a battle for resources.

Compete to see who can grab more resources in the giant area.

In the eyes of the three forces, the flesh and blood of the giant beast are nutrients for their own growth.

At this moment, the battlefield turned into a slaughterhouse for giant beasts.

The offensive of the three natural scourges was like three blades of divine punishment, performing precise and cruel dissections on the behemoth army from different angles.

In the player camp, the golden barrage of the star network poured down like a rainstorm.

The golden sand sea was boiling and surging, and the magic players at the rear of the camp turned into elemental turrets.

Every magic player gets a different coordinate prompt, and the elemental bombardment seems to be launched in disorder, but in fact every attack is calculated.

In the direction of the main battle line, a thousand-meter-long gilded whale created huge waves.

The first round of bombardment, like a meteor shower, came instantly, landing precisely on the surface of the giant whale. The shockwaves caused by the elemental explosion made the behemoth wail in pain, and golden blood oozed from the gaps in its scales.

The huge body moved sideways in the stirring of the elemental torrent.

And the second wave of elemental offensive followed closely.

The landing point was exactly where the gilded giant whale was blown away by the shock wave of the explosion.

The two waves of attacks were launched one after the other, but StarNet had already calculated the target position deviation caused by the first round of bombing and locked the position of the second round of bombing in advance.

Then came the third and fourth rounds.

The moment the first round of bombardment began, the death of the gilded whale began according to the script written by the Star Network.

Finally, the gilded giant whale was turned into flying pieces of meat in the crazy and repeated bombardment.

At the front of the close combat battlefield, the wound-bearing and warrior players charged on the sand waves, their bodies constantly hitting the weak points of the Crystal Nest's body, while the assassin players kept attacking and using the soul-sealing feature to interrupt, preventing the Crystal Nest from spitting out the self-destructive jellyfish.

The gap in combat power was completely reversed under the Star Network's overall control calculations.

The seemingly powerful army of behemoths is now like a moth caught in a spider web. The more it struggles, the tighter it is entangled by the deadly silk thread.

The Star Network used the blood, flesh and magic of the players to weave a warp and weft of death, trapping the behemoth army in an impossible predicament.

Rather than a war, it is more like a drama with a predetermined ending.

The Star Network is the director holding the script. Every move of the Behemoth Legion soldiers is leading to their death according to the trajectory calculated by it.

What makes players feel outrageous is that their actions seem chaotic, but in fact they are paving the way for the next wave of offensive.

For example, in addition to pursuing the ultimate power, the magic bombing of magic players is also deliberately creating shock waves to push the behemoth warriors to the preset "slaughter position".

The physical collision of the injured player is not just to tear the battlefield apart, but like a billiards master, through precise collision angles, the behemoths interfere with each other and move according to the trajectory preset by the star network.

Even the behemoth's struggle became part of StarNet's tactical adjustment.

At this time, in the three-dimensional map of the battlefield on the Star Network, countless silk threads crisscrossed, and each silk thread represented the rehearsal trajectory of the war.

The consciousness of the Star Network travels through billions of silk threads, and every calculation is weaving a tighter web of death.

This side of the Kuroshio.

The evil spirits of the earth are using the latest tactics.

Under its control, the evil spirit was like a thorn in the flesh, drilling into the exhaust hole of the chimney on the carapace of the molten gold giant turtle. When the giant turtle spewed out the accumulated lava, the evil spirit exploded in the pipe, causing the mobile volcano to collapse from the inside.

During this period, whenever an evil spirit is killed, it will turn into a curse mark and be absorbed by the surface of the giant beast.

The backlash and reuse of the Black Tide Legion was brought to the extreme at this moment. Each evil spirit was a deadly parasite against the giant beast warriors.

The more evil spirits you kill, the denser the curse on the giant beast will become.

Eventually, they will be devoured in agony and reduced to skeletons, and finally even their skeletons will become nutrients for the black tide, generating more evil spirits to join the battlefield.

The tactics of the Earth Evil Spirits are like a cycle of death. The death of their own evil spirits means rebirth, and it also means that a more ferocious offensive is about to begin. The death of the giant beast warriors will also become a more powerful source of power for the Black Tide.

Although it is the weaker party in terms of combat power, Black Tide has an absolute advantage in system comparison.

It can even be said that this is an overwhelming advantage.

The defense system that the Behemoth Warriors were so proud of became as fragile as thin paper under the corrosive power of the black tide, and was completely trapped in the death cycle trap woven by the evil spirits of the earth.

Insect tide here.

The Zerg warriors under the control of the main brain turned into a tide of death, one wave after another, endlessly beating against the golden coast formed by the army of behemoths.

The first wave of insects was crushed to pieces by the roar of the giant beast, with shells and limbs flying everywhere, but they paved a path of flesh and blood on the sea of ​​sand, forming a spreading fungal carpet.

The second wave of Zerg charged forward, stepping on the corpses of their companions, their sickles and acid gouging cracks in the behemoths' scales.

The third wave of insects poured in through the cracks, using their flesh and blood to forcibly open the "wounds" of the behemoth army, killing their way out of a bloody path.

The fourth wave, the fifth wave, the sixth wave... there was no end. The cries of the giant beasts were completely drowned out by the roars of the insect swarms. The remains of the giant beasts kept falling on the fungal carpet and were swallowed and digested.

The Zerg has no tactics, nor does it need them. Their greatest advantage is their numbers. Every fallen Zerg warrior will become a stepping stone for the warriors behind them. Every drop of splashing acid blood will corrode a bloody path for the final victory.

Rewrite the terrain of the battlefield with corpses and build the stairs to victory with death.

This is the art of war unique to the fighting Zerg.

When the Mastermind determines that a target is worthy of destruction, there are only two outcomes to the massacre.

Either all the enemies are killed or all the insects are killed. There is no third possibility.

In past cross-border wars, the end point of the black tide's invasion of the small world was to completely devour this world.

The Zerg invasion has no end. They will launch an endless hunt following the groups fleeing across space, even if the other party is only one person, even if the benefits of this cross-border hunt are far less than the expenditure.

Killing all without mercy is the cruelty ingrained in the bones of the fighting Zerg.

The three Scourge commanders changed from tripping each other up to plundering more resources from the Behemoth Legion. This was another invisible confrontation.

The actions of the Star Network, Earth Thoughts, and the Mastermind have plunged the already struggling behemoth army into a desperate situation.

There is no way to break through the natural disasters coming from three directions.

The battle lines continued to crack under the stranglehold of the three natural disasters. From a high-altitude bird's-eye view, the behemoth army was like a golden whale carcass torn apart by a group of sharks, and behemoth warriors were constantly crushed into minced meat.

The roar of the divine tiger became more and more impatient.

It kept rushing between the three fronts, its sharp claws tearing apart the players' array, its tiger tail sweeping away the crazy insect swarm, and its fangs biting off the black tide of evil spirits. But every time it left a battlefield, the defense line of the behemoth army would collapse again, while the front lines of the three major forces destroyed by the divine tiger would quickly heal.

The energy shock wave released from the main battle line generates a three-color vortex.

From a high-altitude perspective, the continuous advancement of the three colors caused the golden line to be eroded at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a sand castle washed by heavy rain. Those giant beast warriors as majestic as mountains were nothing more than dishes on the chopping board under the stranglehold of the three natural disasters.

The main theme of the war is no longer to fight against the behemoth army, but to share the behemoth army.

Faced with the downward trend, the divine tiger continued to roar.

The giant Azure Dragon warrior kept twisting its body in the Zerg's death charge, but was pierced by the Zerg warriors' sharp limbs. It was like a blue whale parasitized by countless barnacles, and the mouthparts that pierced its body swallowed its blood like a straw.

Finally, after endless torture, the flesh of the Mosasaur was eaten into a skeleton and fell onto the fungal carpet.

Countless twisting tentacles wrap around the skeleton, breaking it down into nutrients that are diffused and transferred.

In the area where the three major natural disaster fronts intersect, the food-grabbing scene is even more frantic.

A giant gilded whale was struggling desperately, half of its body was crawling with Zerg warriors, and the other half was crawling with evil black tide spirits.

They all drilled into the body through the wounds, and the dead evil spirits turned into curse marks, spreading rapidly like vines. In just a moment, the former overlord of the Golden Sea stopped struggling, leaving only a skeleton that was gnawing all over with holes.

Finally, like an image erased by an eraser, it slowly disappeared from the battlefield.

But the most crazy devouring ones are those players blessed by the "Extraction Rules of All Things".

There is no gradual spreading process for the player's engulfment.

As long as the target dies, it will instantly become nutrients for the player.

Both the Black Tide and the Zerg Tide understand how terrifying the players are. All they can do is devour as much flesh and blood energy as possible before the behemoth dies, so as to reduce the nutrients plundered by the players after its death.

In the high-intensity war, even the divine tiger, which was blessed by the power of the main body of rules, was covered with wounds of varying depths, and blood continued to seep out of the wounds.

The Divine Tiger possesses the strongest individual combat power on this battlefield.

But unless it is powerful enough to easily crush the three natural disasters and end the battle quickly with a devastating blow, it will be meaningless.

Whether in the star network, earth thoughts, or the eyes of the main brain, the power of the divine tiger only delayed the time of death.

But the divine tiger was still fighting hard, and he was still attacking madly on three fronts.

But such efforts are ultimately in vain.

The offensive of the three natural disasters is like a tide that never stops.

The speed of the divine tiger gradually slowed down, and the anger in its eyes was replaced by fatigue and despair.

The indestructible army of giant beasts in its eyes was like a candle in the wind, crumbling under the ravages of the three natural disasters and could be completely extinguished at any time.

The three commanders gave the Divine Tiger no chance to breathe. The players' steel torrent, the Zerg's suicide charge, and the Black Tide's bone-eroding curse were like three constantly rotating meat grinders, grinding the behemoth army into minced meat bit by bit.

Under the violent advancement of the three major natural disasters.

Eventually, the remaining behemoth warriors retreated to the core area of ​​the golden realm.

Twelve divine pillars stand in the center, and a rule mark is suspended at the convergence point of the released light beams.

This area was originally the source of power for the giant beast warriors, but now it seems to have become the final graveyard.

The remains of the crystal mother nest floated on the sand sea, and the corpses of the companion jellyfish floated with the waves like broken glass. The imprint of the derived rules on the Mosasaur's body had dimmed, and its slender body was broken into three parts. The floating pieces of meat in the ocean were being swallowed by the black tide and decomposed by the Zerg fungus mat... The divine tiger stood on top of the pile of giant beast corpses, its golden fur covered with blood.

It looked at the flood of natural disasters coming from three directions.

The elemental radiance released by the players formed a sea of ​​stars. The evil black tide turned into thousands of twisted shadows and crawled on the crest of the waves. The sound of the Zerg's shells rubbing against each other was like the whetstone of the Grim Reaper's scythe... In grief and anger, it let out a long and shrill howl, shaking the golden gravel back, like a golden rainstorm to bury the behemoth army.

But at this moment, the three natural disasters began to fight each other again.

Faced with the only remaining behemoth warrior and the imprint of rules in the center of the territory, none of the three parties wants to let it go.

The imprint of rules in the eyes of the Earth Evil Spirit is the nourishment for its own growth. The Evil Moon and the Evil Eye can assist it in transforming and reconstructing the devoured rules into rule power that suits itself.

The imprint of rules in the eyes of the Zerg mastermind is a catalyst for the rapid evolution of the Zerg. Like the Black Tide, it possesses the terrifying ability to devour the rules and then transform them into its own power.

In the eyes of players, the gigantic rules are the hope for the resurgence of monster-based gameplay.

With the rapid development of player camps, the monster flow that was once able to stand on its own is gradually declining.

The monster flow is essentially not the core gameplay of the player system, but just a branch gameplay that some players have explored from the mainstream system.

The early performance was indeed impressive, even surpassing the strength of the mainstream star vein system.

While other players are still allocating evolution point ratios, monster players will invest all their evolution points into a single soul.

When other players are making armed vehicles, the monster players will save this part of the sacrifice power and continue to invest it in the growth of the monster soul...

Secondly, the monster flow gameplay has another feature, that is, players can inherit the talents of the monster itself.

The main form of Star Vein gameplay can only inherit the characteristics and attributes of the soul, but cannot inherit the monster's own talents.

For example, the Speed ​​Fish, with its streamlined body structure, can give players the ability to swim at high speeds in the sea. This ability cannot be acquired by relying solely on main body inheritance.

This is also what the monster flow is most proud of.

The life characteristics of monster forms such as Roar, Black Armored Snake, Bone Fire, etc. have considerable destructive power. Coupled with the extreme single point addition, the early performance is much stronger than the Star Vein gameplay.

But the monster flow is ultimately just a branch, and it is impossible to integrate all the advantages of the star vein system.

As the number of star vein slots of mainstream players increased, their combat power began to surge.

For example, assassin and magic players can gain critical strike features on the basis of their original combat power, and their combat power can be doubled.

Or maybe it has the ability to eat air, which can increase its combat power and endurance several times.

In contrast, there has never been any qualitative change in the monster flow's growth system.

There is no such thing as a sudden increase in combat power due to the emergence of a new soul. The combat power is always slowly increasing with the level of the soul.

This is the pain in the hearts of many old monster players.

The monster-style gameplay brings them a lot of joy, and many old players still save videos of themselves transforming into monsters and sweeping across the battlefield with devastating force.

The charge in the roaring form tore through the defense line, the raging battle line in the black-armored snake form, the flames in the bone fire form burned the enemy camp...but this glory is gradually fading with the improvement of the star vein system.

Some monster players have given up this old way of playing and choose to follow the mainstream and take the Star Vein combination growth route.

Even the most staunch monster players have to admit that the version bonus that belonged to them has disappeared.

The combat power gap between them and mainstream players is widening.

Although there are still some die-hard fans of the monster style who are still persisting, they are determined to turn their huge bodies into mobile fortresses, and use their thunderous roars to encourage their comrades, believing that the monster style is the most unique style with a sense of oppression on the battlefield. However, all the die-hard fans know that this is just the afterglow of the old era.

While mainstream Star Pulse players are dominating the battlefield, the mountain-like behemoths that they once took pride in are gradually becoming silhouettes on the background.

For example, in this war, the monster players' performance in charging into battle was far inferior to the mainstream players who took damage.

It has less lethality, less damage-bearing ability, and less endurance... Even its huge size is inferior to the behemoth warriors of the behemoth legion.

A long time ago, there were strategy-seeking players who posted on the forum and made a final judgment on the future of monster-based gameplay.

This is a system that will inevitably be eliminated by the times.

Today, one year later, the prophecy is coming true.

If the current trend continues, the monster flow is destined to be eliminated by players.

Perhaps the new players who will join in the future will not consider the monster-based gameplay at all, and may even think that the early veteran players are crazy for playing such a useless branching system.

For the vast majority of players, the core of this war is a struggle for interests, a peak contest with the Dark Tide evil and the Zerg frenzy, and another large-scale gathering expedition of the player army.

But for every player who sticks to the monster flow, this is their last glorious moment.

Every roar in the monster form is an unyielding cry for this dying genre.

They knew very well that if they lost this battle, if they could not seize the gigantic rules, the monster flow would come to an irreversible end.

Therefore, the monster players on the battlefield are trying their best.

I only hope that the monster style of gameplay can be extended to keep its life, allowing this once glorious genre to continue to keep its spark in the new era of rapid growth.

Before the war started, a post on the forum attracted countless players to like it spontaneously.

This post was made by a player who sticks to the monster style of play.

[To the Monster Style: My Favorite Style of Play]:
Posted by: Never extinguish.

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Dear Comrades:

As I write this, there are less than 2 hours left before the battle that will determine the future fate of the monster-based gameplay.

I felt my body trembling, not because I was nervous, but because I was afraid that this might be the last battle before our monster style of play came to an end.

I still remember the first time I came into contact with the monster flow gameplay. It was on the forum where I saw a monster flow guy bragging about the invincibility of the monster flow and that the star vein combination style was weak.

The functional system at that time was still very simple, and the forum only had the main section function.

I decided to believe the advice of the forum brother, and plunged into the monster-style gameplay like a rookie, choosing the black-armored snake form to enter the game.

This is a road that makes my blood boil.

Although there were setbacks during the growth process, the overall experience was good.

It was not until the God King launched a joint combat operation that the first round of melee between our players and the Earth Bullies and Fighting Zerg began.

When I transformed into an eight-meter-long black-armored snake and charged into the battle, I felt the blood in my body burning. The roar that came out of my mouth made the evil spirits fall down all over the place. I was like a fish in water, and my powerful physique could easily crush the evil warriors.

At that moment, I seemed to have really become the overlord dominating the battlefield, my blood was boiling in my chest, and that incomparable sense of accomplishment still makes my heart surge when I think of it.

Since then, I have been completely hooked on the monster gameplay.

I would also practice repeatedly in the game to accustom myself to fighting in monster form and study the life characteristics of the black-armored snake form. The happiness brought to me by the monster flow even made me forget the tiredness and tediousness of real life.

Later, I formed the Monster Legion Guild with a group of like-minded brothers.

We rushed across the battlefields, using our huge bodies to build a defense line for our teammates and using fierce attacks to tear apart the enemy's lines.

Occasionally, he would go to the forum and pretend to be an old player to lure newbies to join the monster flow camp, adding fresh blood to the monster flow gameplay.

Every time we win a war, we cheer in the voice channel and share our experiences fighting in monster form.

Those days were the happiest time of my life in the monster world.

But I don’t know when everything changed.

The rise of the Star Vein System has gradually caused the monster flow that we once took pride in to lose its luster.

Our ability to withstand damage is not as good as that of mainstream players, and our lethality is far behind. Even our huge size that once made us proud is not worth mentioning in front of the mainstream power.

Watching the comrades who once fought side by side switch to the Star Vein School one by one, there is less and less news in the guild channel, and the once lively legion now has only a few people left.

I have tried to change, and worked hard to research new monster flow tactics, trying to find a way to revive the monster flow.

But no matter how hard I tried, in front of the mainstream Star Pulse players, I was like a clumsy giant, with brute force but unable to touch the fruit called "power".

Seeing more and more strategy parties in the forum asserting that the monster flow will definitely be eliminated by the times, and seeing new players sneering at the monster flow, my heart hurts like a knife.

But even so, I never thought of giving up.

Because for me, Monster Stream is no longer just a way of playing the game, it is my passion, the memory of me fighting side by side with my brothers, and my most precious belief in this virtual world.

People say that the injury-bearing flow is a belief, what I want to say is that the monster flow is also a kind of belief.

The gigantic realm war that is about to begin may be our last chance. Maybe we will fail, maybe the monster flow will really come to an end, but I have no regrets.

I hope that one day in the future a newbie will ask about the genres that have existed in this game.

You may still remember that there was once a group of people who transformed themselves into giant monsters, roared wantonly on the battlefield, and wrote the monster legend on the battlefield.

No matter what the outcome is, I will always remember that I am a monster player, and this is my everlasting belief in the game.

To all the brothers who are still sticking to the monster flow.

May we meet again on the battlefield of the gigantic realm, for the sake of the monster flow, for our beliefs, and for one last fight.

——A member of the Monster Stream who sticks to the party.

……

This player's remarks are a reflection of the inner thoughts of countless monster players.

The most glorious era of the Monster School was when it was a powerful school that could compete with the mainstream Star Pulse Party in the forum.

In the early stages of the development of the player camp, the importance of monster players is even higher than that of wound-bearing players. They can also be used as wound-bearing players, and the lethality and sense of oppression when charging are unmatched by wound-bearing players.

In the early Glory Chronicles battle videos, monster players were always one of the focuses on the battlefield.

But all the glory must be accompanied by the word "once".

The gigantic rules are an important part of restoring glory in the eyes of monster players.

It can extend the life and revive monsters that are on their way to death.

At this moment on the battlefield, every monster player is burning his last bit of stubbornness.

All monster players participated in this battle.

They went all out to win the war.

On the battlefield that was like a meat grinder of life, even though their claws were broken, they still attacked with all their strength again and again, trying to tear apart the encirclement of the insect swarm and the black tide.

Even though the scales on his body were broken and rolled up, he was still using his body to build a wall of flesh and blood for his teammates.

Even though every breath in monster form was accompanied by blood foam, the roar was louder than ever.

This is not a battle cry, but an unyielding roar from monster players for the continuation of their faith.

In a corner of the battlefield, a player in the form of a black-armored snake, with its scales sizzling from the acid corroding its armor, was still forcing itself to plow a bloody path through the swarm of insects. Even if its tail was broken in half, it would twist the remains into a spiral, creating the final whirlpool of death in the golden sand waves.

Even the Thunder Form, which was good at long-range attacks, gave up the life-saving tactic of retreating, and took the initiative to charge to get closer to the rule imprint for his teammates, sacrificing his own life...

All monster players understand that this may be the last time the monster war record will be recorded in the history of glory.

Every claw mark on the battlefield will be an epitaph engraved on the monument of the times, and every roar will be the most tragic farewell to this once glorious genre.

While mainstream players are using the characteristics of their souls to fight with ease, these players in monster form are using the most primitive savagery to show off the afterglow of their former overlords.

In the regional channel, the roars of monster players continued to sound:
"Even if I am torn into pieces today, as long as my mouth can still bite, I will continue to fight. This is the last highlight of the monster style. I want to leave no regrets. Even if I fail, I will try my best."

"If I fail in this battle, I will give up the Monster Style and choose the mainstream Star Pulse style. But I can guarantee that I will give 300% of my effort in this battle and not embarrass my Monster Style brothers."

"My energy and blood are almost exhausted, but I can still hold off one more round. Brothers behind me, step on my body and move forward!"

"For the future of the Monster Flow, come on brothers, we must win!"

……

The passion of the monster players has infected countless players.

From the moment the monster players ignited their passion, the meaning of this war was no longer just a simple battle for interests.

All players want to extend the life of the monster flow.

In the eyes of veteran players, although monster players like to brag on forums, they are undoubtedly the most reliable teammates on the battlefield.

They were deeply impressed by the sight of groups of monster players charging fearlessly.

The fighting spirit of all players was ignited at this moment.

On the other side, the blood in the evil spirit's body was also boiling.

Five evil eyes were floating and burning behind him, and the dark light injected into his body flowed like blood.

It stared at the player army, Zerg army, and behemoth army on the battlefield, and the anger and fighting spirit in its heart were burning.

In this battle, it wants to prove itself.

Once upon a time, it was just an ordinary evil spirit warrior in the Black Tide Legion, and the small world was its main battlefield.

Lucky was chosen as the evil spirit warrior in the monster world, for which he made countless efforts.

Every growth in the Trial of the Abyss is accompanied by pain.

I thought I would have a new start in the monster world, but I didn't expect bad news to come one after another.

The emergence of the Wan family was thought to be the first stop in its long journey to conquer the monster world and the first milestone on its way to the top. However, it was unexpected that it would eventually be forced to struggle for survival between the Wan family and the Zerg.

As an evil spirit warrior, it would like to crush everything with an endless black tide like other evil spirit warriors.

Without taking into account combat losses or troop combinations, it grows rapidly through the devouring characteristics of the Black Tide.

During this period, he racked his brains to study tactics, reviewed every war scene day after day, and collected the thinking portraits of every warrior of each race. All his efforts were to break free from the shackles and go to a wider world to challenge more powerful races.

But the environment it is in is destined not to allow it to achieve its wish.

He had been defeated, he had escaped, he had been deceived by the well-planned layout of the mysterious commander of the Wan family, and his carefully laid traps had been crushed by ruthless calculations.

Every failure is like a carving knife, leaving deep scars on its pride.

But it did not get discouraged. It learned to make progress in despair and transform in desperate situations.

It has endured too much facing the playing tribes and fighting Zergs.

This battle was the closest to victory.

The deductions provided by the five evil eyes are surging in his body.

It is no longer the evil spirit warrior who could only charge forward mindlessly, nor is it the defeated general who could be easily tricked by the mysterious commander.

After countless encounters, it learned the tactics of the Terrans, understood the brutality of the Zerg, and even integrated the essence of both into the Black Tide.

Every failure carves new edges into its soul, until it sharpens itself into a poisoned blade.

The growth of tactics starts from a young age. During the growth, it must play with the chaos of the tribe and the madness of the Zerg, and it must also retain the most primitive devouring instinct of the Black Tide.

Now, it's time to make them pay.

On the platform of the high tower, black fog surged into a whirlpool under the feet of the evil spirit, and its eyes reflected the humiliation and growth of these years.

The flame in his heart continued to rise. The Black Tide Legion quickly gathered and dispersed under the command of the evil spirit of the earth. The soldiers switched in seconds and turned into precise sharp blades, stabbing at the most vulnerable nodes on the battlefield.

In this battle, it no longer fears the mysterious commander's treacherous plots, nor is it afraid of the crazy advance of the fighting Zerg.

What it desires is never victory itself, but to prove that the proud warrior who crawled out from the bottom of the abyss trial has never wavered in his persistence.

Believe that you can stand at the top of the monster world through hard work and write your own Black Tide legend.

It promised the Evil Eye that it would take it to the top of the monster world.

As thoughts surged, the evil spirit of the earth roared in my heart.

All the Black Tide evil spirits in the area screamed, announcing to the entire battlefield that the Black Tide commander, who could only win by numbers, had already transformed into a true war artist.

The evil frenzy of the earth's evil spirits, the swan song of the monster players, the death wave of the Zerg, and the desperate fight of the behemoth army, all started an ultimate collision at this moment.

The four forces all have reasons not to fail, and they embark on the final frenzy leading to the moment of victory.

The battlefield turned into a life meat grinder, dyeing the golden sea of ​​sand into blood.

(End of this chapter)