The Monster is Coming

Chapter 335 The Monument Buries All Realms, Multitasking (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Another great battle has come to an end.

A chilling wind howled across the ravaged battlefield, emitting a mournful, wailing sound.

The bright, blood-red moonlight pierced through the thin black mist, casting a blood-red veil over the deathly silent battlefield.

On the platform of the Evil Eye Tower, the laughter of the Earth Spirit continued.

It slowly raised its right arm, looking at the blood-red moonlight wrapped around its armor. It was no longer the sickly dark red of the waning moon of the past, but the enchanting red unique to the waxing crescent moon, moving across its surface like a living thing.

"The wait is finally here."

He suddenly clenched his fingers, crushing a sliver of moonlight.

Countless fragments of memory flashed through the mind of the evil spirit.

The ridicule, oppression, and humiliation from the player race... this was undoubtedly a difficult period.

If it hadn't subsequently established the Evil Spirit Alliance and received external resources, it clearly wouldn't have been able to overcome this obstacle.

The difficult period during the waning moon phase is like a harsh winter.

But at this moment, a force that was becoming increasingly unfamiliar lingered in the air.

With arms outstretched, the Earth Spirit felt the dense black tide particles in the air, its mood like a thawing ice river, finally welcoming the spring flood.

He took a deep breath, letting the black tide particles fill his chest cavity, and every inch of his muscles resonated and trembled under the cleansing energy.

The humiliation that was once suppressed is now turning into a sweet poison that spreads on the tip of the tongue.

It finally tasted the reward of waiting.

During the days and nights of dormancy under the waning moon, the humiliation and anger of being mocked for every instance of the defensive tactic were amplified in the radiance of the waxing moon.

It suddenly realized that pain can also ferment.

The nausea that was forcibly swallowed, in the cellar of time, brewed into the most mellow joy.

A silent grin spread across his lips beneath his dark red eyes.

It's like the instinctive pleasure a predator feels when its prey finally steps into its trap.

Those years, shackled by the waning moon, are like a layer of dried-out old skin being peeled away.

He felt reborn.

"Boss Di Nian, congratulations! You are currently in an environment with the strongest lunar phase. The upcoming plundering war will be dominated by your node."

"Haha, finally the hard times are over. At this stage, the player race is no longer a threat. It's time to advance triumphantly and start expanding..."

The voices of Ghost Fang and other allied evil spirits echoed in its mind.

The evil spirit nodded with a smile.

After forming an alliance, their expansion strategy focused on efficiency.

The lunar phase is the most important reference indicator; the stronger the lunar phase, the greater the increase in Kuroshio's power.

Optimizing the environment during a high lunar phase to initiate plundering operations can make the use of Kuroshio energy more efficient.

It can also generate stronger evil units with the same consumption.

Blood-red moonlight cascaded down like a waterfall, and the base of the Evil Eye Tower began to tremble, its black fangs extending towards the sky.

The black tide surrounding the tower boiled and surged.

Suddenly, four jet-black beams of light, reaching to the heavens and earth, tore through the sky and descended via the evil moon. They intertwined on the platform at the top of the tower, forming four imposing projections of evil spirits, which stood on either side of the earth spirit, also suspended in mid-air.

Bloodstained, Ghostly Fang, Iron Spine, and Corrupted Heart—the four war gods of the Bully Alliance, as described by the players, arrived simultaneously.

"Boss Di Nian, your luck has turned around. Congratulations again." Ghost Fang's hoarse voice came.

"With the crescent moon high in the sky, the Black Tide is about to rise." Fu Xin nodded with a smile.

"Boss Di Nian, it's time to expand your territory." Blood Pattern tapped its fingertip, and a blood-red crack spread from its feet toward Evil Moon, activating resource transfer mode.

"Next, we will support your expansion." Iron Spine's declaration was brief and resounding, like a warhammer striking.

Then, the four evil spirit projections simultaneously raised their hands, and evil eye projections appeared behind them, connecting with their bodies. The beams of light they released aligned with the evil moon in the sky.

The black tide energy, like a surging Styx, was channeled through the evil moon and transformed into four jet-black torrents, which crashed into the tower of the Earth Spirit.

boom!
The tower trembled violently, and every rune on its body glowed with a blinding blood-red light.

The energy level of the black tide rapidly increased, and the surging power transformed into concentric ripples of black tide spreading outward.

The evil spirit did not answer. In an instant, the endless black tide surrounding the tower surged westward like a ferocious beast.

The black tide surged, staining the long night with ink.

Wherever it passed, the earth decayed and the sky darkened.

The earth was the first to cry out in anguish.

During the waning moon phase, the once fertile land rapidly lost its color, much like the receding tide.

The fertile black soil turned pale white, and the soft surface instantly hardened, then cracked with countless spiderweb-like patterns.

Thick black mist seeped from the cracks, like putrid blood flowing out of the earth after its blood vessels were ruptured.

The towering trees along the way trembled violently. The bark that came into contact with the black tide withered and curled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was swallowed up in the blink of an eye. The withered leaves that had not yet fallen carbonized in mid-air, turning into black snowflakes that fluttered down and merged into the black tide.

As the pace of advancement accelerated, the Black Tide quickly crossed the then-current Giant Transformation Domain node.

Soon after, they encountered a mountain blocking their way.

The evil spirit of the earth, taking advantage of the Black Tide's unwavering course, manipulated the Black Tide to surge towards the mountains.

Upon contact with the Kuroshio Current, the hard rock walls softened like candles, melting at a visible speed, like butter under a hot knife.

The ridge was the first to collapse.

Rocks weathered by millions of years of wind and frost are like sand sculptures exposed to water, their surface quickly peeling away into murky mud.

Black mist surged in through the cracks in the mountain, and huge fissures spread like a spider web.

Halfway up the mountain, a protruding cliff suddenly slid down entirely.

But before it hit the ground, it had already broken into countless fragments in mid-air, and then turned into a cloud of black dust.

The waterfall in the mountain stream flows back into the spring, and the water freezes the moment it touches the black tide, as if an invisible, greedy maw is swallowing the mountain spring.

The once sharp peaks seemed to be devoured by an invisible giant mouth, vaporizing into black mist and merging into the rushing black tide.

The collapse of the entire mountain was neither a sudden crash nor a slow subsidence; it was more like throwing a sugar cube into boiling water.

However, this process was accelerated a thousand times. In just a few minutes, the once majestic mountain was reduced to a large crater belching black smoke.

The black tide, controlled by the evil spirits of the earth, did not stop and continued to advance in a more distant direction.

When the black tide swept over the city-states established by the descending race, death began to have a temperature.

The sturdy city walls crumbled like biscuits, and the defending warriors, still in a terrified posture, were swallowed up by the black tide in the next second.

The idols worshipped day and night within the city reveal their pathetic nature.

They are merely silent stones, unable to save believers.

The "God King Statue" made of crystal was the first to disappear in the Black Tide.

Then came the collapse of the guardian statue.

This colossal statue, polished smooth by countless worshippers, even fell in the direction its base shattered, facing the fleeing believers.

The compassion on his face was briefly twisted into a grimace as the black tide engulfed him, his face marred by disfigurement.

Kuroshio quickly arrived at the statue of war.

This imposing statue, covered in various sacrificial weapons, offered no resistance and was quickly devoured.

The priests who knelt before the idol to pray also could not escape death.

The black tide relentlessly swept over the altar, swallowing up the idols and believers.

There are no miracles, no salvation, only the physical process of the stones used to cast the idols returning to their most primal energy.

The Earth Spirit coldly observed all of this, its heart unmoved, and it didn't care how rich the history of this race was.

And how much effort they put into coming to the monster world.

The black tide under its control will devour everything equally.

It has no interest in the acts of faith, courage, and sacrifice that take place within the city-state.

As for their cries and wails, they were no different from the whistling of the wind blowing through the ruins.

It's like watching a boring performance; you feel neither excited nor disgusted, just indifferent.

Nothing compares to the feedback information of the Black Tide Energy pulsating in my mind.

Just as humans don't feel guilty for stepping on a fallen leaf.

When the black tide completely covered the city-state, the gaze of the Earth Spirit had already turned to a much farther distance.

It will not remember what civilization once existed here, nor will it care how many creatures once lived here.

For it, it was merely a scene along the Kuroshio Current's path of advancement, something it would forget in the blink of an eye.

The only things he could truly remember were those beasts in his family.

But now, the Imperial Tomb Mountains are its stage.

Any beastly player who dares to come will die.

Even the beastly insectoids that dare to come will die.

The current Imperial Tomb Mountain Range is where the rules of the game are set.

"Di Nian, the player has arrived."

Just as the evil spirit was feeling triumphant, the voice of the evil eye suddenly rang in his mind.

Its body trembled instinctively.

"Just kidding, I didn't come. I just wanted to test whether your feelings towards the player changed during the waxing crescent phase... As it turns out, the stress response hasn't disappeared."

"You damn @#$%&".

At this moment, the Earth Spirit, which was controlling the Black Tide's advance, had the urge to turn around and punch the Evil Eye to shatter it.

That broken eye is utterly upside down.

The black tide continued to surge westward, leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake.

This lavish feast encountered obstacles two days later.

This is a desolate plain, and in the perception of the evil spirit, an endless forest of steles appears.

The gray-white stone tablets stand like a forest of withered bones, each exhibiting a rough texture eroded by time.

Some of the monuments are leaning, and some are broken, but they are all stubbornly rooted in the cracked soil.

The surface of the monument is covered with unfamiliar characters, and the marks are stained with dirt of different colors.

There was no wind on the plain, but a faint sob echoed among the steles.

As the senses swept across, each tombstone contained a vague outline, each with a different shape.

The deeper you go, the stranger the shape of the stone tablet becomes.

Some of the monuments are wrapped with rusted iron chains, the links of which are covered with broken teeth.

Some tombstones are covered with scratch marks from fingernails, the deepest of which almost splits the stone in two.

Some of the stone tablets had strange offerings piled up on their bases.

The sensory perspective quickly swept across, arriving at the very center of the Stele Forest.

Seven enormous stone pillars stand here, each covered with dense inscriptions.

A hunched figure sat cross-legged in the center of the stele forest, holding a bone lantern in his left hand, through which the faces of different races could be seen flickering.

"The aura of rules?!"

The evil spirit focused its gaze on the lantern in the old figure's hand and asked in confusion.

"That's right, it's a rule. Based on the environment and the information scattered from the tombstone, it can be roughly judged that this is a rule power with the ability to devour other civilizations. It seems to be burying that civilization in some special way to achieve the rule logic. That civilization will appear in the forest of tombstones in the form of a tombstone, transforming into a trait that can provide it with power."

After speaking, the Evil Eye activated a more detailed analysis.

An invisible perceptual ripple spread outwards from the black tide, sweeping across the entire forest of steles like ripples.

Instantly, dense energy veins appeared on the surface of all the tombstones, with each tombstone being an energy node.

The stains that settle in the engravings are actually the remnants of civilization condensed from rules.

Dark red represents the killing intent forged in the fires of war, dark green represents the decay of natural extinction, and deep brown represents the madness born from destruction.

The internal structure of the monument was fully manifested in the mind of the evil spirit.

Layer upon layer of memory lattices, like a mille-feuille, compress information from civilizations of different eras.

The entire Stele Forest is like a huge array, with the seven giant pillars at the center as the array eyes, and spider web-like energy conduits extending from the bottom, converging into a huge aggregate of consciousness three hundred meters underground.

But this is not a living being; it is more like a grotesque fusion of the dying wills of countless civilizations.

This special creature is connected to the rule lantern in the hand of the old figure.

The images he saw reminded the Earth Spirit of the Beast Player Clan.

They also possess similar abilities.

By interacting with Primal Monsters, you can acquire their power and characteristics.

This is a device that contains a destroyed civilization and allows one to acquire the power that the civilization once possessed.

But this force is clearly no match for the beast players.

Because much information is affected by the rules, the Evil Eye can only roughly determine the characteristics of this force.

Its combat method should be based on tombstones as rule nodes, awakening the refined power of once-destroyed civilizations to participate in the war.

This system is virtually invincible in other worlds. As the rules devour more and more remnants of civilizations, one can summon the forces of the departed civilizations to join the battle simply by raising a hand and using the tombstones.

But in the monster world, mechanics and potential are far more important than the number of troops involved in the battle.

No matter how many grunts you take in, they're still just grunts.

To the Earth Spirits, this force was simply a natural source of nourishment for the Black Tide.

Unable to conduct a thorough investigation into the combat capabilities of this force, it decided to directly initiate probing contact.

In the blink of an eye, evil spirits rapidly formed in the black mist, raining down on the stele forest like raindrops.

boom!
When the tentacles of the Kuroshio reached the edge of the Stele Forest, the entire plain suddenly trembled violently.

The hunched, elderly figure sitting cross-legged in the center of the Stele Forest slowly raised his head and then held up the lantern in his left hand.

In an instant, the engravings on all the tombstones lit up at the same time, and the stains turned into a viscous liquid and began to flow.

The dormant energy within the monument was activated.

Click!

The first tombstone shattered, and the fragments merged in mid-air to form a figure made of bronze and flames, leaving behind lava-like burning footprints with every step it took.

Its head is a bronze mirror covered with inscriptions, reflecting the remnants of a long-vanished civilization.

Then the second tombstone exploded, and a mechanical giant made of gears and steam fused together from the broken tombstone fragments. Thirty-six interlocking brass gears were running in its chest cavity, and countless miniature factory phantoms floated in the steam it spewed out.

The third tombstone, covered in claw marks, cracked again, and fragments flew and reconstructed, gradually solidifying into a priestly figure draped in feathers. It wore a golden crown, held a jade weapon, and was engraved with nine sun-like totems.

When it became fully visible, the surrounding temperature suddenly rose.

The fourth tombstone, which was wrapped in chains, snapped. All the rusted chains coiled around the tombstone like living snakes, crushing it into dust.

With a series of clicking sounds, they pieced together to form the image of a war colossus with 28 arms.

Each of its hands holds a weapon of a different shape, symbolizing the evolution of weaponry from bone spears to blades of destruction, spanning 28 technological generations.

Beside this tombstone, a massive figure composed entirely of luminous text was reassembling... followed by the fifth, sixth, and nearly ten thousand other tombstones exploding one after another.

Meanwhile, Qi Sheng, who was secretly observing, was also paying attention to this newly emerging force.

Understand through analysis.

This force is not simple.

Every warrior who awakens from the tombstone is a perfect creation that has forged the essence of the entire civilization into a single existence, and is also known as: Civilization Warrior.

The marks and decorations on them record the entire journey of a race from ignorance to glory.

Unlike the undead or puppets, these civilized warriors embody the will, technology, and faith of an entire civilization, representing the smelting projection of its most glorious moment before its demise.

Normally existing as tombstones, they can transform into powerful civilized warriors or civilized legions at any time.

This is somewhat similar to a soul beast that has devoured an entire civilization.

However, when a soul beast devours and possesses another body, there is a problem that a large amount of its abilities cannot be fused into a single form.

The birth of a civilized warrior is more like a rule-driven alchemy, unfolding with the entire civilization as a sacrifice, encompassing all characteristics.

Based on the information obtained from the analysis, the entire process is divided into three steps.

First and foremost is the shaping of the very essence of civilization.

Those technological achievements that laid the foundation for a group's civilization, such as a certain "mechanical civilization warrior," will have the most core energy and mechanical principles of that civilization extracted and ultimately transformed into a perfectly meshing transmission system in the chest cavity.

Each materialized part of the body retains the sparks of thought from the peak of that civilization's researchers.

Secondly, there is the blood of civilization.

This part consists of the spiritual beliefs that drive the functioning of society.

The faith here is not just a vague belief in gods, but rather the core of the spirit that a civilization has accumulated over its long development.

It possesses a fervent belief in collectivism, a scientific belief in the supremacy of reason, and an unrestrained belief in freedom... These core values ​​forge the self-awareness of civilized warriors, giving them a powerful will and spiritual defense from the moment they are born.

Finally, there is the soul of civilization.

This is the trace of a civilization's existence formed over the long river of time.

When a civilization is swallowed up by a forest of steles, its history, culture, art, philosophy, and the life trajectories of hundreds of millions of individuals are compressed into a special kind of "rule-based spirituality".

This spiritual essence possesses the characteristic of self-sustaining; even if a civilization has perished, its soul core will continue to evolve within the warrior's body.

Simply put, extinct civilizations continue to evolve in the lives of civilization warriors.

For example, the initial weapon of a civilized warrior after its birth is a stone axe from the Stone Age.

As the "rules of civilization" provide nourishment to the warriors of civilization, their strength will continue to grow according to the current development of civilization. Stone weapons may eventually become bronze battle axes, then iron axes, and so on, continuing to advance along the established trajectory of civilization's development.

The analysis shows that each civilization's warriors also possess adaptive growth capabilities.

Based on the characteristics of the current opponent, and grounded in the wisdom, culture, history, and other elements of its own civilization, it will conduct targeted research and development.

For example, in ancient Earth times, Turing created a bomb decoding machine to decipher German codes.

In the struggle for air superiority, jet engines were invented ahead of schedule...

This is the evolution of civilization based on its existing foundation, in order to cope with crises.

There are two ways in which civilization rules generate resources.

The first type is the Devouring Growth that is commonly possessed by various factions in the Monster World.

By completely destroying the opposing civilization through war, the enemy becomes nourishment for its own growth, and the rulers of the civilization's rules distribute different kinds of nourishment to different civilizations.

The second method involves sacrificing civilization in a manner that conforms to the rules and logic, and then generating a new civilization warrior in the Forest of Civilization Steles.

Analysis reveals that the controllers behind the rules of civilization are a force called the "Beiyuan Clan".

The specific name is quite complex, but the general meaning after analysis and translation is: "The Forest of Steles is like an abyss, burying all civilization."

The tombstone symbolizes how this tribe uses it as a medium to sacrifice and devour civilization.

The Abyss symbolizes the essence of this race as the annihilation of civilization; all civilizations that are swallowed up will eventually sink into the abyss of their rules.

The system analyzes and extracts relevant information about this race, automatically refining hundreds of characters in the description and translating it as: Beiyuan Race.

What the Earth Spirit encountered at this moment was merely a node of the Beiyuan Clan's power in the monster world.

The lantern in the old figure's hand is merely a manifestation of the rules.

However, unlike the Black Tide system which sends a huge number of evil spirit warriors into the monster world, the Beiyuan Clan sends out its best and most outstanding core forces, which are far fewer in number than the Black Tide.

Every warrior of the Beiyuan Clan who is away from home carries a mark of rules.

It's like a random trial before the Reverse Tide Legion graduates.

Before officially entering the power system, the most outstanding core members of the Beiyuan Clan will also undergo a challenge known as the "Trial of Burial Fire".

The essence of the trial is not simply a test of strength, but a test of the depth of the Beiyuan warriors' understanding of the essence of civilization.

To forge powerful civilized warriors, one must continuously learn and grow in actual combat.

After all, you can't raise wild animals in a greenhouse.

Driven by curiosity, Qi Sheng used his sacrificial power to investigate more detailed information about the Beiyuan Clan.

It was learned that the core members of this race were few in number, but each member received a stronger infusion of the "rules of civilization," and the civilized warriors they controlled could also grow by integrating the power of other civilizations.

Every soldier is a living museum of civilization, capable of creating an independent, civilized space that cuts off the battlefield and isolates them from external interference.

Judging solely from their war potential, this is a powerful force no less formidable than the Soul Returners.

……

At this moment, war between the Black Tide and the "Record Officer" of the Beiyuan Clan is about to break out.

Countless evil spirits surged forth from the black mist like a tide, pouring towards the civilized warriors ahead, stirring up black waves hundreds of meters high at the edge of the stele forest.

The first to appear was the Plague-type "Bonewing Demon," which blotted out the sky, and with each flap of its wings, it would scatter black scales that could corrode matter.

Behind them, a soul-devouring beast formed from resentment opened its massive maw, tearing the air apart into a sharp sonic boom.

Faced with non-player forces, the Black Tide did not need the Cataclysmic forces to lead the charge; it only displayed its most primal instinct to devour, like countless blunt knives simultaneously slashing at the Stele Forest.

In the center of the battlefield, the fist of the civilized warrior "Bronze Flame Demon" clashed with the pitch-black giant axe in the hands of the doomsday evil "Berserk Warrior".

The civilized warrior's fist embodies the pinnacle of a civilization's metallurgical skills, while the evil axe blade carries the absolute devouring properties of the Black Tide.

The moment the two armies clashed, it was as if two civilizations were roaring at each other from afar.

A symphony of black tides and crumbling monuments of civilization is played.

Just then, the civilized warriors entered the second war mode.

Faced with the endless black tide, black holes appear in the center of their bodies, absorbing a large number of evil spirits into their bodies.

Inside the body is an independent space that houses the civilization's most powerful military force.

The war broke out simultaneously in the real world and in the subspace dimension.

This is one of the strongest abilities of the Beiyuan Clan in war mode.

By utilizing the civilization space within each civilized warrior, the battlefield is divided, forcing the enemy to confront civilized legions with different warfare modes.

Since each warrior of the civilization has independent thinking and can act as a war commander on their own, the warriors of the Monument Abyss do not need to worry about not being able to control them.

However, the enemy commander was clearly unable to fight multiple civilizations simultaneously, and the massive amount of information was difficult to process quickly.

This time, however, the recorder of the Beiyuan Clan encountered the Black Tide Evil Spirit.

"Interesting." The voice of the Earth Spirit echoed in the mental network of the Bully Alliance.

At this moment, the consciousness of the evil spirit was not disconnected from the black tide power that had been sucked into the subspace, and it could still perform cross-space manipulation through the evil eye.

It did not rush to activate the "five eyes in one mode".

I decided to try the intensity myself first.

A torrent of data surged deep within its pupils.

The analytical ripples released by the Evil Eye penetrated the spatial dimension barrier, projecting the battle situation of each civilization space into its consciousness.

Countless fragments of information are rapidly being pieced together in the mind, like a jigsaw puzzle being continuously connected.

The deconstruction of the first civilization space was completed quickly.

The civilized legion within the Bronze Flame Demon is characterized by "melting copper as blood and forging fire as soul." The warriors' lives are combined with metal, forging living copper into their bodies. When injured, their armor heals itself like flesh and blood, and they can even devour enemy weapons to replenish themselves.

The evil spirit's thoughts were instantly decomposed and reconstructed by the evil spirits swallowed into the Bronze Flame Demon's space.

First to appear is the apocalyptic type, the "Funeral Evil Insect" with the ability to devour metal.

Countless figures instantly filled the entire sky.

Next up are the Plague-type Corrosive Mist Spirits, whose acidic mist can quickly dissolve this civilization's army, which forges itself through physical combat.

Upon re-engagement, the Black Tide on the subspace battlefield displayed an overwhelming and crushing dominance.

The deconstruction of the second civilization space was then completed.

This is a "civilization legion" that uses "stars as guides and trajectories as weapons." The subspace sky is filled with star trails, and star maps are engraved in the bodies of warriors. In battle, they draw upon the power of the stars and attack by following the trajectories of the stars.

It can also deploy "star arrays" on the battlefield to trap enemies in a gravitational vortex.

The evil spirits of the earth actively injected more black tide particles into this civilized space.

Three types of evil units spawn rapidly on the battlefield.

First to appear is the plague-type "Chaos," which has the ability to pollute the environment, obscure celestial phenomena, and disrupt the trajectories of stars.

Next to appear are the Devourers, formless shadows that traverse the battlefield in illusory forms, devouring star nodes and disrupting gravitational fields.

Next up is the apocalyptic berserker, launching a fierce frontal attack. The flesh generated by the black tide particles has a powerful energy resistance effect.

The situation on this battlefield was also reversed in an instant.

Just as the Star Warriors were about to activate the stars, they discovered that the celestial phenomena were disordered and the star power could not be accurately delivered.

On the battlefield shrouded in chaotic mist, their attack trajectories began to deviate uncontrollably, even accidentally injuring their own side.

The eroding demon silently gnawed at the foundation of the star array, causing the gravitational field to collapse.

The berserkers charged head-on, swiftly slaughtering the civilized legion's creatures.

The deconstruction of the third space was then completed.

The unique feature of this spatial battlefield is that warriors coexist with plants, their bodies entwined with blood-sucking vines. The more severe the injury, the more violently the vines grow.

When they fight, they nourish their vines with blood. The vines can instantly pierce through enemies, sucking blood and flesh to nourish themselves, forming a cycle of benefit where they become stronger the more they fight.

The customized solution for the Earth Spirit Evil is:

It generates the plague-type "Withering Plague," releasing a decaying aura that inhibits growth, causing the blood vines to wither.

Generate a tide of pain (five evil spirits), exploiting the civilization's weak mental defenses to precisely kill them with mental attacks.

Generate the Cataclysmic Ironthorn Beasts, whose shells cannot be penetrated by vines, and are responsible for protecting the Tide of Pain units.

The battle was still a one-sided massacre.

Before the vines could even grow, the putrid aura of the withered plague had already arrived, and the vines withered rapidly.

The five classes of the Painful Tide simultaneously unleash five different emotional forces, transforming into an invisible "emotional furnace" that envelops the entire space in a continuous spiritual purgatory.

Despair, rage, fear, pain, frustration... Under the pressure of these five emotions, even the main body of the civilized legion could not withstand it, its body trembled uncontrollably, and fine cracks appeared in the entire space.

On war-making capabilities.

The Black Tide, which has been conquering the "Endless Void" for a long time, has a complete system of unit types.

In terms of war command capabilities, the Beiyuan Clan's battlefield-cutting strategy encountered evil spirit warriors with supercomputing power provided by the Evil Eye.

Even if the battlefield is further subdivided, the Evil Eye has the ability to create independent war logic for each battlefield and evolve targeted countermeasures in real time.

The Civilization Legion's war mode is terrifying to other factions.

Even player-controlled legions can be countered.

For example, the combined warband led by the God-King.

Although there is a warband chat channel, even if players in the legion are sucked into different civilization spaces, the God-King can still continue to transmit commands.

However, with the God-King's abilities, he simply couldn't command thousands or tens of thousands of battlefields simultaneously, and couldn't possibly take care of them all.

But even if the battlefield were divided into 100,000 parts, he would still be able to handle the evil spirits of the earth.

Furthermore, it allows the Black Tide to gain a system advantage in every civilization space battlefield, and it will play along with whatever the Beiyuan Clan wants.

Even the actions of the Beiyuan Clan's recorder in cutting off the battlefield actually allowed the Black Tide's advantage to expand further.

Under the desperate gaze of the Stele Abyss Clan Recorders, one star after another went out within the rule lanterns in their hands.

Those civilizations he regarded as having unlimited potential appeared utterly vulnerable at this moment.

This scene is strikingly similar to the Black Tide's main force devouring different worlds in the endless void.

What they had in common was that one civilization after another became the nourishment for the growth of the Black Tide.

The scribe of the Beiyuan clan finally realized the fatal mistake he had made.

Its actions are not about dividing the battlefield, but rather about helping the Black Tide digest the Civilization Legion in batches.

Each fragmented, independent civilization space became a breeding ground for the rapid growth of the Black Tide's power.

At this moment, Blood Pattern's voice rang out within the Bully Alliance's mental network:

"After seeing right through the enemy, then slowly torture them piece by piece, just to give me a good laugh."

"Hahaha, Boss Di Nian, you're really awesome. You deserve to be the number one bully in the Emperor's Tomb Mountain Range." Ghost Fang laughed along.

The performance of the Earth Spirit Demon made the four bullies watching in the mental network exclaim: "Awesome!"

I think this is the kind of warfare that the Black Tide should have.

In addition to overwhelming the opponent head-on, there is also precise analysis, learning, and countermeasures.

Create advantages by leveraging the characteristics of the entire Kuroshio system.

Every time the Beiyuan Clan cuts into a battlefield, the Earth Spirit can quickly obtain a "civilization sample," which the Evil Eye will dissect down to the microscopic level.

Next comes the generation of evil spirits, creating a systemic advantage.

This war taught the four evil spirits of the Bully Alliance something new.

"By the way, Earth Spirit, how come you can multitask so skillfully? It seems impossible to do it with just the assistance provided by the Evil Eye. Do you have any learning secrets?" Iron Spine asked curiously at this moment.

Before the answer could be read aloud, Evil Eye interrupted:
"Simple. Next time there's a battle in the Emperor's Tomb Mountains, you can try spraying 200,000 at once. I guarantee your multitasking ability will grow rapidly."

The Four Great Bullies: ...

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