The Monster is Coming

Chapter 337 Rebelling Against the Heavenly Gang, Seeking One's Own Death (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"Boss Di Nian, don't be impulsive. You can't control the power of the Divine Eye. If this continues, your body will be completely burst!"

Ghost Fang's anxious voice echoed in the mind of the evil spirit.

"Boss Di Nian, let's retreat first. We'll settle accounts with this clan when we're stronger," Xue Wen also advised.

"If you die, the Evil Eye's sacrifice will have been in vain..."

The cries of the four tyrants echoed continuously in the mind of the evil spirit.

This wisp of power from the Divine Eye was not used in a life-or-death struggle.

After merging with the body of the evil spirit, it will continuously sublimate within the body of the evil spirit warrior.

It's like a seal being broken layer by layer.

The power of the Divine Eye is primarily intended to save the lives of the evil warriors, giving them a chance to start over.

But the evil spirits turned a deaf ear to it.

In its eyes, there are only the temple guards.

Killing and being killed are neither a matter of right nor wrong.

The survival rule of the Black Tide Legion is that the weak are crushed by the strong.

But at this moment, it only wanted the temple guards to die.

The power of the Divine Eye surged within its body like a raging volcano, constantly churning and intensifying.

Each surge of power subjected its body to immense pressure, causing veins to bulge under its skin, muscles to twist and deform, and dark red energy to seep out like magma from its surface, only to be forcibly forced back into its body.

It would not hesitate to be shattered to pieces if it could avenge the Evil Eye.

It gripped the blood-stained blade tightly, stomped its foot, and charged towards the temple guards once more, filled with boundless rage and determination, as if it wanted to destroy the entire world in its fury.

The blood-stained blade in his hand tore through the air, emitting a shrill cry like the wails of countless wronged souls.

The weapon, formed from the power of the divine eye and the power of the demonic seed, leaves a bottomless spatial rift in the air with every swing. Dark red energy flows out along the rift, burning the surrounding starlight into a blood vortex.

The bone lamps in the hands of the temple guards were already covered with spiderweb-like cracks. The sparks that once symbolized countless civilizations were now extinguishing at a visible speed, and a series of fine cracking sounds came from the lamp walls.

puff!
Under the ferocious onslaught of the evil spirit, the temple guard finally succumbed, and a blood-stained blade pierced through its shoulder blade.

Dark golden blood splattered like a fountain onto the twisted body of the evil spirit.

The scalding hot body instantly evaporated the blood, emitting a sizzling sound, and turned into wisps of white smoke that dissipated into the air.

The Earth Spirit's attack was driven by a suicidal determination; its body transformed into a raging mass of crimson energy, engulfing the area around the tower in a destructive storm.

The temple guard's withered fingers gripped the pillar of the bone lamp tightly.

It never imagined that the Black Tide Evil Spirit, which it could kill at will, could unleash such terrifying power after completely losing its mind.

At this moment, the power of the Divine Eye forms an energy cycle within the Temple Guardian's body, much like the Withering Mark in the player's hand, constantly adding curse marks.

However, the situation regarding evil spirits is equally worrying.

Each burst of power causes the Earth Spirit's body to disintegrate and then reassemble. Dark red muscle fibers burst into blood droplets as they tear, only to be smoothed out by even more violent energy in the next second.

The temple guards trembled during the battle, an emotion that did not arise naturally.

Rather, it was the emotional damage inflicted by the Earth Spirit through the rules of the Demon Seed; it was the first time it had felt an emotion called "fear" in battle.

Gazing into the eyes of the Earth Spirit, which burned with blood-red flames, it saw a pure and extreme desire for destruction—a resoluteness that made its very soul tremble.

It seems... it wants the whole world to be buried with it.

When the blood-stained blade slashed through its throat, the temple guard could clearly hear the sound of its own cervical vertebrae shattering.

Vision began to blur, and the light from the bone lamp dimmed.

The temple guards used their last bit of strength to knock the Earth Spirit away, then focused their will on the bone lamp, unlocking the shackles of civilization and marking the Earth Spirit with the "Mark of Destruction".

hum!
The bone lamp suddenly burst forth with a brilliance far surpassing anything it had ever shown before.

The last remaining sparks were instantly rekindled, transforming into thousands of streams of light that burst forth from the lamp wall.

Those were the remnants of countless civilizations swallowed by the bone lamp.

At this moment, all the sacrificial civilizational characteristics broke free from their restraints, forming an energy torrent that spanned heaven and earth, sweeping towards the evil spirits of the earth like a river bursting its banks.

Amidst the torrent, the phantom images of countless tombstones of civilizations appeared and disappeared, rapidly shattering.

The Earth Spirit wanted to swing its blade to break through the barrier and deliver the final blow to the temple guards, but suddenly felt the power of the Divine Eye within its body fluctuate even more violently.

It immediately let out a painful roar, and the blood blade uncontrollably slipped from its hand, turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air.

Its body could no longer withstand the sublimation of the divine eye's power.

The tentacles that had grown on his back shattered inch by inch, and dark red energy surged out of the wounds, forming a huge energy vortex around his body.

When the torrent of countless civilizations crashed into the Earth Spirit, it could even see the memories of civilizations shimmering in each stream of light.

Engineers were weeping, sorcerers were cursing, and warriors were roaring... The resentment that the Monument Abyss Clan regarded as nourishment had now become the sharpest blade, tearing its body apart.

But none of these emotions could affect the consciousness of the evil spirits in the slightest.

It tried to raise its arms to continue struggling forward, but found that its limbs were gradually losing sensation.

The power of the Divine Eye exploded within his body like countless bombs detonating simultaneously, attempting to tear him apart from the inside.

Just as his body was about to explode.

A mysterious force suddenly surged from the Earth Spirit's body, rapidly drawing away the remaining power of the Divine Eye and dissipating it into the air.

The power of the divine eye transformed into countless blood-red specks of light flying across the sky, like a grand funeral.

At this moment, the evil spirit of the earth was stunned.

A familiar voice then echoed in its mind:

"I knew you were a warrior at heart, so I planted a release node in your mother's energy circuit... Anyway, Di Nian... you must live on and go see the peak of the monster world for me. This is our new agreement."

The one who understands it best is always the Evil Eye.

But this time, it was unable to give any response.

The crisis is not over yet.

From the vast torrent of countless civilizations, warriors of civilization are constantly born, charging towards the temple guards according to their commands.

The four notorious bullies, who were some distance away, witnessed this scene and immediately took action.

Manipulating the remaining black tide particles surrounding the tower to generate evil spirits, which converge into a black tide torrent in front of the earth spirits, in an attempt to resist the invasion of the civilized army.

Behind them, the temple guard was nearing its end; half of its body had disappeared, and it clutched its severed neck with one hand.

Looking at the Earth Spirit Demon, which was no longer able to fight, a hint of madness appeared in its eyes.

The released civilized legion is its last strength; if it cannot resist, it will surely perish.

This is its final blow.

The four tyrants roared at this moment.

Under Ghost Fang's control, the Black Tide continuously generates jet-black tentacles that weave a dense net in mid-air, forming a defensive barrier.

It protected the evil spirits that were still struggling to get up from below.

The cataclysmic torrent generated by the Iron Spine was at the forefront, colliding head-on with the civilized warriors.

The plague-type units, controlled by Corruption, continuously spew poisonous mist, creating a negative force field in an attempt to limit the civilized warriors' offensive.

But these defensive measures were utterly ineffective in averting defeat.

"Your Majesty, I'll fuck your mother!"

At this moment, Guiya cursed, his figure projected onto the tower platform with eyes wide with rage.

In the Black Tide Legion, the strong reign supreme.

The Earth Spirit was the first contemporary warrior they genuinely admired.

The four characters “地念老大” are their respectful title for it.

"Hold on, give Boss Di Nian time to evacuate," Blood Pattern said anxiously at this moment.

Before the war, they only had secondary access to the tower.

After the Evil Eye died, only the Earth Spirit had the authority to connect to the tower and use the Evil Moon to initiate teleportation.

What they need to do now is buy time for the evil spirit to recover and for it to have time to unlock its permissions.

"Damn it!" Iron Spine cursed, drawing some of the Black Tide energy into the Earth Spirit's body in an attempt to heal its injuries.

However, the damage caused by the power of the Divine Eye carries the effects of the rules.

It devoured the energy of the black tide like a bottomless pit.

Realizing that this approach wouldn't work and that they needed to let the Earth Spirit Boss recover on its own, they decisively withdrew from the Black Tide's energy to continue fighting against it.

The two forces are still colliding, but the situation is one-sidedly one of suppression.

The Black Tide was forced to retreat steadily in the face of the Civilization Legion's power.

If it weren't for the Black Tide's backlash properties, allowing evil spirits to rejoin the battle after death, the clashes would have long since turned into a crushing defeat for the civilized legions.

At this moment, the evil spirit collapsed in the turbulent energy flow, its broken body unable to move.

It watched as the black tide, controlled by the four evil spirits, retreated step by step like waves crashing against rocks. It tried to get up, but could not gather its power.

"Boss Di Nian... stand up quickly."

The figure projected with blood-red patterns onto the tower spoke in broken, intermittent voices:
The footsteps of thousands of civilized warriors shook the very fabric of space, their eyes gleaming with a mad light.

That was the last command etched by the temple guards after they deliberately shattered the bone lamps that stored the power of civilization, using their life force as they dwindled to nothingness.

As the approaching tide of civilization drew ever closer, the evil spirit of the earth felt utterly powerless.

The resistance of the four tyrants has turned into a desperate struggle, and the remaining Black Tide forces are about to be defeated in the face of the civilized legion.

"Ah."

The evil spirit suddenly laughed.

It suddenly realized that it had never felt any fear of death. It had once lived for the glory of the Black Tide warriors.

But at some point, that was no longer the ultimate goal.

Deep down, the pact with the Evil Eye seems to be more important than fleeting glory and dignity.

"Ahem..."

Minced flesh mixed with blood and foam spilled from the ruptured throat.

It recalled the days when it spent the night with the Evil Eye researching the player system, the player race that made it tremble with anger, and the beginning of its acquaintance with the Four Evil Spirits...

Thoughts kept surging forward.

It suddenly remembered that a long time ago, in the Abyss Trial Grounds, it had also been lying on its back like this.

At that time, it was just a numbered evil spirit, its bones shattered, soaking in the corrosive black tide liquid.

Every breath I take is filled with blood and foam, just like now.

At that time, it did not understand fear; it only knew that it had to climb out of the abyss.

For what?
For the glory of the Black Tide, and to become an even stronger killing machine.

Through trials and tribulations, he grew up as a soldier, following his commander in battles across the void.

Such profound memories...

But none of the past memories are as clear as those from when I was with Evil Eye.

Here, it underwent a transformation of thought that even it found incredible.

It even gave rise to all sorts of absurd ideas.

At this moment, the advance of the Civilization Legion was unstoppable.

The roars of the four evil spirits faded in my mind, as if they were gradually disappearing into the distance.

Their projected forms eventually gave way, gradually losing complete control of the tower, and their forms began to disintegrate.

But the four evil spirits are still gritting their teeth.

I wanted to keep going, but I had reached my limit.

The thoughts of the evil spirits also became blurred at this moment.

As the civilized army drew ever closer into view, it ceased its struggle.

"So this is what death is."

"No glory, no dignity."

"Just a bunch of messy...damn warm memories."

On the other side, the temple guards, who were also unable to move, watched the unstoppable advance of the civilized army and a ferocious smile appeared on their faces.

It knew that final victory belonged to it.

Just then, a series of curses and swears came from afar:

"Let me see who's causing trouble on our turf, trying to make a living in the monster world?"

"How dare you! What kind of monster are you, to openly invade the Emperor's Tomb Mountain Range? Did you report this to our player race?"

"I'm logging off to get a new nutrient solution. My base got robbed, so I killed them all."

"Hehehe, civilized warriors, huh? You damned invaders, take this super-sized Ink Flame Hybrid Light Sphere."

"Oh dear, my earth bully, I heard you can't hold on much longer. Don't be afraid, we're here to save you."

……

On the southern horizon, countless beams of teleportation light pierced through the clouds.

The first to tear through the clouds was a mechanical pterosaur, its vehicle engine roaring deafeningly, its metal skeleton gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

The rider on top left a trail of scarlet cloaks behind him, creating a series of afterimages in the air.

The ensuing torrent of vehicles completely ignited the darkness of the Imperial Tomb Mountains.

A player riding an airship, wearing a pink bunny-ear helmet, and wielding a fluorescent green greatsword.

French players ride levitation motorcycles adorned with LED light strips, leaving dazzling trails of light in the air.

Riding a modified steampunk tricycle, its exhaust pipe spewing black smoke, carrying a melee player wielding a chainsaw...
The beams of light on the southern horizon spread like wildfire.

What started as just scattered specks of light quickly coalesced into a surging river of light.

More oddly shaped vehicles emerged from the teleportation beams.

The player army was like a burst dam of colorful lava, its densely packed figures covering the entire horizon, and the light pollution released by weapons and vehicles intertwined to form a flowing carpet of light.

The shouts of battle mingled with the roar of engines and the explosions of skills, creating a sound wave powerful enough to shake the heavens and the earth.

At the exit of the Imperial Tomb Mountain Range, the scene is even more terrifying.

Players poured out of the teleportation node like a flood bursting its banks.

Some players summoned extravagantly designed mounts as soon as they landed and rushed towards the Evil Eye Tower.

Some players were busy drawing light curtains in the air to communicate with their teammates, asking them to come and provide support as soon as possible.

Some players even took to the air, leaving a trail of sonic booms behind them.

The number of players present is increasing rapidly.

It reached an unprecedented scale.

Before the 100,000 newly arrived figures could disperse, a million-strong army followed closely behind.

Then came two million... three million... five million...

Eight million players flocked to the site.

The call to arms issued by the God-King on the forum spread like wildfire, gathering players scattered across different regions.

Every online player is converging on the Imperial Tomb Mountain region.

Human players, gillfish players, destroyer players, lunar eclipse players... the entire Emperor's Tomb Mountain Range trembled amidst the player tide.

The regional channels were in an uproar:

"Damn it, if the Earthly Bully is killed by this Beiyuan Clan, where will we players put our faces? It's an act of utter depravity."

"Although the Earthly Bully is chasing me around the Emperor's Tomb Mountains every day, when did it become the turn of outsiders to mess with me? The Beiyuan Clan is treating players like air. Didn't they even bother to find out whose territory the Emperor's Tomb Mountains are before they came?"

"This is a boss we've been fighting for over two years. How is the behavior of the Beiyuan Clan any different from stealing monsters? It's outrageous! I hate those monster-stealing beasts the most. Kill them all!"

The earth trembled.

Players were everywhere, in the sky and on the ground.

The players who arrived at the front via teleportation immediately attacked the Civilization Legion upon approaching the tower.

Thousands upon thousands of golden rays pierced through the dust and mist, converging in front of the tower to form a shield of light.

The civilized legion's charge was briefly halted, and the elemental torrents released by the rear mage group rained down into the sky.

"A villain has come from afar, take my sword!" A melee player carrying a giant sword made of door panels charged into the civilized formation, sweeping his blade and launching a self-sacrificing charge.

Further away, a well-organized archer squad from a top guild was firing in unison.

The buzzing sound of the arrows as they ascended into the air was like Death plucking the strings of a harp.

Several players, clearly members of the "Spirit Chef" faction, were mixed in with the charging group, carrying cleavers and shouting:

"Make way, everyone. Our Spirit Chef Party may not be strong in combat, but the kitchen knives we wield were forged with tens of thousands of sacrificial energy. They can kill enemies like cutting vegetables. It's time to show you our formidable fighting power..."

……

In the eyes of the players, only they are qualified to kill the Earth Bully, the super BOSS of the newbie village.

It's not up to other forces to get involved yet.

Anyone who dares to steal it will die.

On a nearby mountain ridge, the God-King, riding a colossal beast, roared in the regional channel:

"Hurry up, everyone. The local bully is dead. We're graduating now. How can we survive if we're starving and barely eating out? I've given you teleportation scrolls. Gather here immediately."

The Phantom Swamp north of the Imperial Tomb Mountains.

The Zerg's main brain, its carapace-covered head suddenly raised, and tens of thousands of tentacle-like sensory organs vibrated wildly in the air.

Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, the pheromones in the air pieced together the energy turbulence that was erupting in the area where the Evil Eye Tower was located.

Within the pervasive energy trajectory, it discerned familiar fragments of pheromones.

That was a signal of the earth spirit's life field rapidly weakening, mixed with fluctuations in the power of rules released when some of the power of the divine eye dissipated.

The Earth Spirit, which is related to the Supreme Intelligence's plan, enraged the Zerg Supreme Intelligence, which had been following it for two years.

It looked up and let out a neigh.

A deafening roar, as if the earth itself were cracking, suddenly echoed from the bottom of the swamp.

Millions of “rippers” have emerged one after another.

Their sickle-shaped forelimbs gleamed coldly, and as they emerged from the cracks in the swamp, the sound of their carapaces rubbing together created a series of "click-clack" sounds.

The fungal insects that followed arched the ground into a wave-like shape. When they broke through the soil, they created black fountains, which flew in parabolic arcs in the air before crashing down, instantly covering an area of ​​kilometers to form a fungal carpet that rapidly multiplied and spread.

Just then, a muffled throbbing sound came from within the Zerg's main brain, and its carapace suddenly cracked open, revealing the writhing incubation chamber of the biological weapon beneath.

The spores they spewed out scattered like willow catkins, and after landing, they quickly grew into Zerg warriors.

Parasitic ants, sand worms, cutting tyrants... the entire Phantom Swamp seemed to come alive, and the fungal carpet followed the torrent of insects, advancing and spreading towards the Emperor's Tomb Mountains.

This time, players and the Zerg army participate in the battle simultaneously.

The difference this time is that the opponent is no longer the Earthly Bully.

　I was a bit busy today, so I updated early.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)