Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Lindsay studied her current state curiously.

After she was sure that she could no longer become a god that garnered people's faith, she began to actively save herself.

She chose to preserve her consciousness in the form of magic and integrate it into the Divine Skeleton Network.

Since those original gods who have no integrity at all can exist on the Internet like this, then she can too.

As long as the Shenhai Network exists, she can exist.

Although he is no longer superior to all living beings, he has achieved immortality in a sense.

It’s just that it’s not the eternal life she originally expected.

What she wanted most was to continue to be infinitely worshipped and admired, worshipped by generations, and to have eternal life with unlimited magical power.

Only the last point has been implemented so far.

Just barely.

After becoming a "ghost" on the Internet, she began to test her abilities.

Soon she excitedly discovered that she also had quite high authority in this space.

She can call upon the resources in the Shenhai Network at will and create the characters and scenery she wants.

It's like playing an oversized game of house.

After losing hundreds of millions of believers, Lindsay realized how important those people who provided faith tools, whom she originally thought she didn't care about, were.

Being a cyber ghost is really boring.

Although he regarded himself as a god in the past, he still had social needs, so he took care of a saint.

But now, she has nothing here.

We can only fabricate some characters to create an illusion that this is still reality.

Just as she was excitedly fabricating fictitious believers, suddenly, the scene around her changed, and she was transferred out of the environment she had built herself and came to a battlefield-like space.

what happened?

Lindsay looked around and quickly recognized that this was the area where she would subjugate powerful enemies in the world that was supposed to be her venue for ascending to godhood.

The operator of the Shenhai Network noticed her existence.

Lindsay quickly figured it out.

Those original gods always knew everything, so they would naturally know that she was still on the Internet.

But, what's the point of dragging her in here?
Want to destroy her?

After Lindsay joined the network, he immediately checked whether there was any way that could lead to his elimination.

After multiple checks and verifications, the answer was negative.

Either they give up the entire Shenku Network and completely close it off, or they have to allow her to exist as a part of the network.

She believed that with Drogo's way of thinking, he would definitely choose the latter. Drogo could not give up the Internet, and the Fearing intelligent creatures who were accustomed to the existence of the Internet could not live without it.

So she should be safe.

Drogo and the disgusting and hypocritical original gods on his side had to tolerate her existence in the network no matter how reluctantly they were.

Then, Lindsay saw an announcement appear above the area.

"The battle to defeat the world's powerful enemies and kill gods is about to begin."

"hehe."

Lindsay laughed out loud as she read the announcement.

"Are you lying to yourself like this?"

In her opinion, Drogo was furious when he found out that he couldn't get rid of her, and could only vent his anger by doing this kind of activity.

It's like a person who is being bullied and cannot actually fight back, so he can only pound the wall to vent his anger.

How could the player's attacks possibly hurt her?
It's just a settlement of some numbers.

At this time, at one end of the battlefield, the player portal opened, and densely packed players appeared on the field.

Lindsay was confused by the appearance of these "miscellaneous" players.

Not only are there a lot of characters like Gandalf and Saruman, but there are also a large number of characters that do not belong to the world view of The Lord of the Rings.

Construct warriors of different colors were waving their fancy toy-like weapons, the engines of the bat fighters were roaring, a large group of Dementors were floating around, and above them was a group of dragons from the Dragon Trainer, and fighting with the dragons was the War Greymon with its claws shining coldly...

It's a hodgepodge of characters from entertainment works.

Lindsay clearly remembered that the Lord of the Rings game she played didn't have so many weird things in it.

And even if it was a combat role, Lindsay barely understood it.

What are all those blue-haired cats and brown mice among the players? Is it really reasonable for pets to appear on the battlefield?
It was almost like he was mocking her.

Okay, since you want to play, I’ll play with you.

Lindsay suddenly felt angry. Even if she was trapped in the Internet and became a bodyless ghost, she was not a target for casual entertainment.

So Lindsay waved his hand, and at this end of the battlefield, a large number of undead warriors crawled out of the soil, surrounded by the breath of death.

This is the art resource she found in the Drogo Group's online material library. In that huge database, there are countless resources for her to choose from.

And she chose to use the undead warriors out of anger.

Since everyone treats her as a villain, then she will really act like a villain, the most cruel and powerful enemy, and ruthlessly destroy these players.

As the countdown over the battlefield ended, players shouted slogans in different languages ​​and rushed towards the endless army of undead.

……

"the twelfth!"

Jones's sword cut down another skeleton soldier.

He didn't use the large number of characters that were available for a limited time, which felt confusing and unfamiliar.

So he just took a legendary longsword.

To him, it was a very strange event with no injury statistics or even injury numbers.

And the weirdest thing is, isn’t the behavior of that giant magic goddess in the sky a little too intelligent?
The action is extremely rich, and there are so many voice lines that no words are repeated, taunting the player, Drogo, and something called the original god in various ways.

Jones felt that even the most carefully designed powerful enemy would not be so intelligent. It felt as if it was not a non-player character.

As he looked up at Lindsay, an undead knight had already charged towards Jones.

The spear was about to pierce Jones.

"Don't be in a daze, boy!"

A sturdy dwarf jumped out, swung his sledgehammer and smashed the undead knight's armor into pieces.

"Haha! This is what happens when you stand in front of the Great Crucible Warrior!"

Then he looked at Jones.

"Hey, kid, the sword is nice, but don't use it if you don't know how to use it."

"Who said that? I know how to use it. I've already killed twelve undead!" Jones immediately retorted.

"Ha, twelve! That's too many! It's almost as much as the fraction of the great Barn Furnace."

"you!"

"What? The great Forge of Barn is now giving you a chance to make a contribution and help Barn clear the way. I'm going to take the Supreme Ring and blow that bitch to death!"

Having said that, he rushed towards the undead army without looking back. Next to him was a griffin with a strange bald man in tights sitting on it.

As this strange combination rushed deep into the Undead army, a ball of strong white light burst out and the army lost most of its members in an instant. However, new Undead were still being produced continuously.

Lindsay was completely taken aback.

Completely ignoring his mental discomfort, he frantically created undead.

For some reason, her manufacturing efficiency became slower and slower. Logically, this did not consume any magic power, so it should not have slowed down.

But she didn't think about these things, she just kept creating new undead. Even though the discomfort became more and more obvious, her movements began to freeze frequently.

Lindsay simply attributed this reaction to problems with the Shenhai network. With too many players in one area, all sorts of minor problems were bound to occur.

None of it matters.

Now she just wants to destroy this group of blasphemous players!

……

At this time, Drogo was closely watching the progress of the event.

Although the players were told that they were here to play for fun and to celebrate.

But he was not doing this to celebrate. He was doing this to kill the "fragment" of the magic goddess that was attached to the Internet.

"She's still going strong," said Drogo.

There was no hint of surprise in his tone, just a completely sober one.

"Has she still not figured out what the real attack on her was? That's not okay."

"Whether it's discovered or not, it won't change her ending."

The Soul Engineer said this quite "ruthlessly".

Lindsay's explosion of troops is a great thing for the entire plan, which greatly improves efficiency.

Thanks to her explosive growth, the amount of data that needed to be processed at the same time increased dramatically, and all of this data was settled on the server composed of Lindsay's consciousness.

She also magically designed several different types of troops for the undead army, and it can be said that she was very devoted to the game.

The complexity of military types adds another dimension to the amount of information.

So she felt that her movements were getting slower and slower, and she was feeling obviously uncomfortable. It wasn't that there was a problem with the entire Divine Skeleton Network, it was simply that there was a problem with her.

It is not far from the level of "CPU smoking".

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are so cruel to yourself. I don't know what you are trying to achieve."

Drogo couldn't help but sigh.

In fact, Lindsay's behavior of exploding troops has no practical significance.

Because all players who participated in this event were given unlimited resurrection coins by Drogo.

This is the only thing about the event that is not settled on the "Lindsay server".

Ensure that they can die at will in this battlefield, revive and continue fighting after death, and continuously provide excessive data.

Logically, Lindsay should be able to discover it as well.

……

Lindsay did find out.

She had clearly realized that these players could not be killed completely.

A weird combination, the bald man in tights and the dwarf with a giant hammer, she had seen it no less than ten times.

The weird thing about this group is not only their weird appearance, but also the way they play.

Carrying the supreme ring to self-destruct.

Push all the way into the undead army, then detonate, and start the next wave after resurrection.

Only then did Lindsay realize the limitations of her power on the Internet.

She does not control the entire Divine Skeleton Network, and currently does not have the ability to prevent players from being resurrected infinitely.

I also realized that the original intention of designing this event was to make players successful.

She has no chance of winning under other people's rules.

But she decided to resist.

The speed of creating the undead army was still increasing. Lindsay had almost gone mad. He ignored the warnings from his consciousness and frantically created an army for himself.

At this moment, she felt some empathy with the mortals who had once risen up against her.

They all knew they had no chance of winning, yet they all persisted in resisting to the end.

And they will all have the same ending.

Lindsay's consciousness began to become confused and unclear, as if she had only slept for three hours but was woken up by the alarm clock. She was in a chaotic state and struggled to go to work.

Under this influence, the number of undead troops she provides is far less than at the beginning of the event.

It is also difficult to resist the players who are full of fighting spirit and have no fear of death.

Soon, a team broke through to her vicinity.

He was holding a pea seedling in his arms. The pea seedling had eyes and was wearing a helmet. On something that looked like a mouth, several gun barrels were spitting out peas crazily.

What on earth is this scene?
She began to wonder if she was under a genjutsu.

Maybe there was no such thing as consciousness being incorporated into the Shenkei Network, and everything was just her imagination.

The original god cast a strange and tricky illusion on her.

This could also explain why her spirit was about to burst. The illusion was meant to destroy her spirit.

Although she had lost her body, Lindsay felt as if her shell was still there. Her head was in so much pain that it seemed to explode, accompanied by severe tinnitus and visual blur.

It's over. It's all over.

It didn't even have a chance to survive forever on the Internet, and was destroyed by a group of strange vegetables.

At this moment, the already blurred vision caught a glimpse of a red figure, a red figure flapping its wings.

Drogo!

"Hey! Don't die yet."

There was the same servile feeling in his tone as always.

Lindsay wanted to curse back, but her fading consciousness didn't allow her to do so.

"At least don't die now. Wait a minute, it will be soon." Drogo continued to chatter.

This moment was the first time in the long years that the Goddess of Magic wanted to die. She had had enough. Perhaps death was a kind of relief. She didn't want to be mentally tortured by Drogo anymore.

Meanwhile, Drogo was talking about how the entire plan was implemented.

From the initial memory blockade to the final overwhelming of Lindsay with the amount of information.

This made Lindsay even more desperate. It turned out that her quarrel with other players over the explosiveness of troops was accelerating her own death.

Drogo was still talking.

"...In short, I think the moment of your server explosion must be very ceremonial and memorable, so I carefully designed it to finally kill your last bit of data. It must be both creative and historical..."

"Ah, well, I got an update, the code for the final design is now ready."

Then, a scroll appeared in Drogo's claws.

Although Lindsay couldn't see clearly what the scroll was, she already had the answer in her mind.

"Before, due to your monopoly, we were not allowed to use spells above the ninth level. Fortunately, all your rules have been abolished. I will quickly arrange for someone to complete the design and production of this prop."

Drogo said as he opened the scroll.

"You sent someone to use the eleventh-ring spell scroll that I had. Now I'm giving it back to you. You're welcome."

Then cast the scroll.

Before the amount of data completely sent the Magic Goddess away, she asked with difficulty using her last bit of energy.

"Why? Why do you have to disobey God?"

"Why? Fifty percent to end your oppression, fifty percent to world peace, and the other ninety percent," Drogo shrugged, "is purely a dragon feud."

After that, the spell was activated. (End of this chapter)