The Monster is Coming

Chapter 338 Near-Death Hallucination, Lingering Ghost

The player army and the Zerg army advanced towards the central area simultaneously from the north and south sides of the Emperor's Tomb Mountains, respectively.

Like two heavy hammers, they slammed into the iron wall of the civilized army.

The sky was obscured by a barrage of arrows, magic, and acid, as if a reverse downpour had occurred.

The vehicle and the insect's legs shattered the ground, and the sand and gravel that were kicked up were suspended in the air and then shattered into countless tiny sparks by various energies.

Among them, the combined battle group led by the God-King was the most ferocious.

The elemental vortex generated by the overlapping of the Wind-Breaking Aura enveloped the entire battle group, transforming it into a devastating hurricane that launched a fearless assault on the civilized legion.

Before this battle even began, the God King already knew that something big had happened at the Earthly Bully's place.

After all, some players in his alliance were assigned to patrol near the tower, keeping a close eye on the bully's movements and ready to cause trouble at any time.

He originally had no intention of getting involved.

Until visitor number 1 appeared in the live stream and directly pointed out a problem.

He spent more than two years studying the evil spirits of the earth, deduced thousands of combat plans, and even formed a special strategy team for this purpose.

Every post-team wipeout analysis, every adjustment to the star vein combinations, every tactical improvement... all of this is for the day when we can rightfully defeat this archenemy entrenched in the Emperor's Tomb Mountains.

But now?

The civilized legion led by the Beiyuan Clan suddenly intervened and is about to break the shackles that have been entrenched in the Emperor's Tomb Mountains.

This formidable enemy, who had wiped them out countless times, forcing them to grit their teeth yet enjoying the pain, is now being driven to the brink of despair by a group of outsiders, struggling like a stray dog ​​in its death throes.

what is this?
Two years of obsession, two years of sweat, two years of resentment and expectation—are we just going to watch it be killed by the Beiyuan Clan?

The God-King suddenly realized his mistake.

The more he thought about these problems, the angrier he became.

Ultimately, a clear conclusion was reached: the local bully is not allowed to die!
Having realized the seriousness of the problem thanks to the guidance of Visitor No. 1, the God King decisively launched a remedial operation.

He immediately posted a passionate call to action on the forum.

The bully is dying, and we may all be graduating. I want to say a few words from my heart to my brothers.

Posted by: God King.

Brothers, when you see this post, the sky above the Imperial Tomb Mountains is on fire.

The civilized legion of the Beiyuan Clan, like a group of barbaric bandits, is wielding their butcher knives and viciously stabbing at the Tianyuan Domain node.

And there, there are our arch-enemies, the ones who make us curse every time we're wiped out, but who we eagerly run to challenge again the next day.

It's that bully of the land, whose output is pitifully low, but which always manages to consistently produce sacrificial power.

That's the Earth Spirit bully who, despite constantly chasing after our united battle group, honed our skills to a whole new level.

Now, some scum called the Beiyuan Clan is trying to take away our livelihood.

Perhaps this battle will be the last stop on the Earthly Bully's journey through the monster world.

This guy who once made us grit our teeth and fight to the death, who beat us until we were black and blue, is about to exit the stage of history.

I'm one of the players who knows the most about the Earth Bully.

The Earth Bully is the most disgusting boss I've ever encountered in Monster World.

They are always growing, constantly upgrading their tactics, and always finding ways to counter us.

In particular, the Earth Psychic Bully's calamity backlash tactic is disgustingly bad, making it arguably the poorest hunting reward in the monster world.

But think about it.

It is this "tasteless yet regrettable" evil that has become our most stable ATM over the past two years.

We complained about how difficult it was, yet we repeatedly regrouped, learning and growing through failures and progress, accumulating strength and honing our skills.

It's like a whetstone on our path to rise; no matter how sharp or painful it may be, it allows us to grow.

Now, the Beiyuan Clan, these outsiders, are attempting to disrupt the tripartite balance of the Emperor's Tomb Mountains.

Once the local bully falls, we will lose this familiar battlefield and our stable source of income.

How much more time will we need to spend exploring new scenarios next?

How long will it take before we can find a new and stable source of sacrificial power?
The monster world certainly offers countless new areas to explore and opponents to challenge.

But no opponent can keep growing like the Earthly Bully, bringing us more hunting benefits.

The bully is dead, and from now on we'll have to live a life of going hungry.

So I decided to launch a recruitment drive on the forum.

The local bullies may die, but we must defeat and end them with our own hands.

We must not let it fall into the hands of the Beiyuan Clan.

Besides interests, it also concerns the dignity of us players.

We've shed sweat and swallowed our frustrations here; this place holds so many memories for us.

Perhaps you, the reader, have never set foot in the Emperor's Tomb Mountains, nor have you ever met the Earthly Tyrant, but this is the hall of war in the eyes of us players, symbolizing our highest honor.

We must not allow it to be easily trampled upon by outsiders.

Hereby, I, the God-King, sincerely extend an invitation to all players.

Whether you are a newcomer just starting out, a seasoned veteran, or a future comrade-in-arms with your sights set on the Imperial Tomb Mountains.

Please proceed to the Imperial Tomb Mountains immediately to provide support.

Let us form an iron torrent and crush the civilized legions of the Beiyuan Clan.

Protect our "granary" and defend the glory that belongs to us players.

Time is of the essence, and there is no time to lose. I am waiting for you to join the battle in the Emperor's Tomb Mountains.

It must not die until we personally end this bully!

……

This post sparked a heated discussion on the forum.

Within just a few minutes, the number of clicks exceeded 5000 million (including visitors).

The reply section is refreshing at a rate of thousands of messages per second.

Anger, passion, and fervor erupted from the crowd like magma.

On the trending list, other popular posts were instantly pushed down.

The hashtag "Defend the Glory of Players" quickly rose to the top of the trending search list, with related terms generating over 100 million views within 10 minutes.

Within the game, player legions that were originally scattered across different spatial nodes and fighting independently began to rapidly integrate.

The guild channels were filled with shouts of "Gather at the Emperor's Tomb Mountain!"

Adventurer's World.

In the third level of the Crimson Abyss dungeon, the Dawnbreaker Guild is stuck on the final boss stage.

The team leader's commanding voice kept ringing out in the team chat channel:

"The tank is about to activate Unyielding to dispel the debuff, the caster uses Star Shift to follow the assassin's movements, and if you die, your DKP will be deducted..."

Before the words were even finished, a teammate who was on vacation at Misty Coast suddenly sent a forum link to the guild chat:
"Boss, look at the God King's post. The Earthly Bully is probably doomed."

Upon connecting the output plugin, the battle group channel, which was filled with output data, instantly fell silent. Battle group members, amidst the tense battle, brought up the forum interface to check.

Finally, it was the leader, Night Owl, who broke the silence first:

"Brothers, we've been grinding Adventurer's Dungeon for half a year, just to accumulate enough Sacrificial Power to challenge the Earthly Bully in the Emperor's Tomb Mountains. Can we tolerate this?"

The next second, the owl roared:

"Everyone should go back to the starting village to provide support. If the bully gets killed by outsiders, all our previous efforts will be wasted."

Without hesitation, the 487 members of the raid team all brought up the function panel and selected "self-unlock".

Imperial Tomb Village, Alchemy Space.

The firelight illuminated Old Mo's face as he stared at the top post on the forum's trending list. He then turned and retrieved the several bottles of potions he had listed on the trading post.

"Reversing the Heavenly Gang, when did the Beiyuan Clan get to speak about the Emperor's Tomb Mountain Range?"

He then roared in the guild chat channel:
"Brothers, assemble! Take all the potions from the trading post, drink your potions, and head to the battlefield."

Misty coastline, azure starry sea.

The fleet assembled by the Black Flag Guild is currently engaged in routine guerrilla warfare, stealing chickens and plundering.

The fleet commander, "Pirate King," was intercepting a lone squad of Mist Clan members when he suddenly received a message.

After reading the contents, he decisively roared:

"Cease fire! All brothers, relocate to the Emperor's Tomb Mountains. Assemble at coordinates 78, 43!"

As soon as the words were spoken, more than a hundred warships simultaneously changed direction, their engines spewing blue-purple flames that pierced the night.

Only the members of the Mist Clan team, who were thought to be doomed, were left standing not far away.

Some impatient players in the fleet even contacted players already in the Emperor's Tomb Mountains, using their newly accumulated sacrificial power to purchase "location teleportation" from the trading house, asking them to help them set a coordinate before trading back.

They reached the Emperor's Tomb Mountain Range in this way, fearing that the evil bully of the earth would not be able to hold on and that the matter would come to an end.

The Everlasting Ice Lake region.

At a newly opened frozen lake, fishing enthusiast "Old Man with Curved Hook" is staring blankly at the water.

Suddenly, the phrase "follow push notifications" popped into my mind.

He only follows a few players, just three: Night is Coming, Super God Little Chicken, and God King.

He immediately accessed the forum to check.

After squinting as he finished reading the post, he suddenly stood up, his fishing rod twisting and changing rapidly until it transformed into a dark red longsword. He then chose to return to the village by dissolving his own sword.

The divine king's summons has caused countless players to flock to the Emperor's Tomb Mountain region.

In the eyes of players, the Emperor's Tomb Mountain Range is their sacred battlefield.

That is also the goal they are striving to catch up with.

They will not allow the bully to be taken offline in this way.

The points of light representing the players converged into a torrent in the Emperor's Tomb Mountains. All the planned guild activities, dungeon raids, and leisure vacations were wiped out.

Instead, there were: self-healing on the spot, buying potions, calling on friends... and that low growl that echoed repeatedly in the voice channel:

"Brothers, the Earthly Bully can die, but he must die by our hand. Until then, no one can touch him!"

Crowds thronged in front of the teleportation arrays at various regional nodes, with players lining up in long queues, all rushing to the same battlefield.

Those casual players who usually enjoy a leisurely lifestyle have all put away their pickaxes, fishing gear, kitchen knives, and other tools and rushed to the battlefield.

At the call of the Gold Coin Merchant Guild, competitive players along the Misty Coast formed an advance force led by "Phase Killer" and sped towards the Imperial Tomb Mountains.

Even dedicated players, after posting detailed investigation information about the Beiyuan Clan and the Civilization Legion on the forum, followed suit and went to the Emperor's Tomb Mountains to join the battle.

In wartime, every player is a warrior.

The atmosphere in the entire player camp was ignited, and they decided to prove it with their actions.

The fate of the local bullies will be written by them.

……

South of Tianyuan Node.

The charge of the player army unleashed a colorful frenzy.

The charging torrent of wounded warriors, with players constantly activating their wind-breaking abilities as they ran, increased the running speed of nearby villagers.

The final battle line transformed into a line of steel war chariots.

The moment they crashed into the formation of civilization, the sound of bones shattering exploded like popping beans.

During this time, players were constantly being turned into black mist during collisions, their souls returning to the Emperor's Palace.

But the soldiers behind them continued their charge through the dissipating black mist, launching wave after wave of suicide attacks without fear of death.

The Civilization Legion is indeed very strong, but what does that matter in the eyes of the players?

They are players, who can be reborn from the ashes and fight again even after they die.

This time, they're locked in a stalemate with the Civilization Legion.

The roar of the elemental torrents unleashed by the mage corps drowned out the clamor of the battlefield.

Ink flames, ice spikes, and void grips... intertwined in the air to form a web of death, tearing burning gaps in the ranks of civilized warriors.

North of the Tianyuan node, the insect swarm advances in a chaotic and noisy manner.

The sound of shells colliding was deafening.

The Thunder Beasts resembled moving mountains, their carapaces bulging, and their biological turrets constantly spewing acid. They faced the civilized army head-on without any tactics.

When the Hydralisks unleashed their barrage of needles, the sky darkened, and the earth transformed into a forest of needles where the rain of needles fell.

The swarm of insect wings tumbled through the clouds, occasionally swooping down.

The exploding bugs under each insect's wing claws were continuously launched onto the heads of the civilized legion, and bursts of green fireworks erupted one after another.

Spores conceived by the mastermind floated in the air, quickly hatching and giving birth upon landing. The newly hatched springtails, still covered in slime, pounced on the enemy, tearing at the bodies of civilized warriors with their still-growing milk teeth.

In the center of the battlefield, the two torrents gradually and finally converged.

This time, the players and the Zerg cooperated well and did not fight each other.

Their thoughts were surprisingly aligned: saving the bully was the priority.

In the eyes of the Zerg Overmind, the Earth Spirits are chosen by the Supreme Overmind and cannot be treated as mere enemies.

It is the "evolutionary template" designated by the Supreme Brain.

After more than seven hundred days and nights of fighting, the Zerg constantly analyzed the Black Tide Legion controlled by the Earth Spirit, iterated the Zerg system, and carried out targeted evolution.

This was the key move in defeating the entire Black Tide Legion's unit system.

Therefore, the evil spirits of the earth must never die.

In the eyes of players, the local bully is related to their future goals, stable output, and player glory... so they must not let it fall in the hands of non-player forces.

The act of stealing monsters from other players can enrage the other player.

What's more, the monsters were stolen by NPCs in the game.

Both sides were so eager to save the local bully that they completely ignored their other mortal enemy.

There will be plenty of opportunities to fight back in the future.

Even during the charge, there were many instances of tacit cooperation.

In an attempt to tear apart the Civilization Legion's battle lines, a melee player chose to leap up, stepping on the Zerg's armor.

In the past, if this was done, the Zerg warriors would inevitably turn around and retaliate, viciously biting the player.

But this time, the Zerg warriors, under the control of the mainframe, even took the initiative to leap up, helping melee players to pounce on the Civilization Legion warriors.

On the player's side, if the assistant player discovers that the Zerg Tank Bugs are tearing apart the Civilization Legion's defenses, they will also provide the Blood Burn trait as an aid.

The Windbreaker ability activated by the player who took damage also enveloped the Zerg warriors, carrying them along in the charge.

One player even rode on the back of a Thunder Beast and swung a weapon.

The battle cries of different players mingled with the hiss of the Zerg, creating a visible sound wave on the battlefield.

Although the remaining forces of the Civilization Legion are still stronger than the player legion and the Zerg legion.

But neither the players nor the Zerg are afraid of death.

The Civilization Legion's strength is constantly being weakened by the combined forces of the players and the Zerg.

This scene completely stunned the temple guards, who were clutching their necks and unable to move.

His single, bloodstained eye reflected the completely out-of-control battle situation.

His fingers dug deep into the broken neck, and dark golden blood seeped out from between his fingers.

Originally, with the evil spirit on the verge of death and the black tide in defeat, this should have been a massacre without any suspense.

But these two suddenly appearing legions are shattering his envisioned victory.

At this moment, the Civilization Legion's lines were like a fragile sandcastle being battered by ocean waves, being swallowed up inch by inch by the raging tide.

Its mutilated face immediately contorted.

He wanted to control the civilized army, but his exhausted body was no longer able to issue any commands.

They could only watch helplessly as the two torrents continued to close in.

the other side.

The consciousness of the evil spirit was like being submerged in ice water, enduring intense pain every second.

The death that should have come has been delayed.

It struggled to open its eyes; blood and foam blurred its vision, but it could still make out the figures surging in the firelight.

During this time, countless golden rays flashed in front of the tower, forming a golden curtain.

Each time it is defeated, new golden light will shine in, constantly refreshing and reconstructing.

Those players who had been slaughtered by it countless times were now forming a battle line with their bodies, constantly attacking the rear defenses of the Civilization Legion.

The players in the front row, who were taking damage, roared and charged forward fearlessly.

This was originally a tactic used by players when fighting against it.

Turning our gaze to the other side, we see the Zerg army advancing frantically, having already joined forces with the player army on the main battlefront.

At this moment, the already chaotic consciousness of the Earth Spirit became completely confused.

Both of these forces are its sworn enemies.

The two sides are also hostile to each other.

But at this moment, they are actually cooperating against the Civilization Legion.

If this scene can be explained by one reason, then how do you explain the constantly refreshing light shield in front of the tower that is protecting him from the invasion of the civilized army?

This ability is not unfamiliar to him; it is a commonly used ability among support players in the player system and is known as: Light Shield.

So... the player race is protecting it?
why? !

These sworn enemies clearly only wanted it to die as soon as possible.

Its memory is filled with countless insults and taunts from players, all of whom wish for its swift demise.

At this moment, however, it is using its fearless charge to sustain its life that is about to dissipate.

The sound of the light shield shattering continued, but each time it collapsed, new golden light immediately filled the gap.

The support players behind them generally had bulging veins on their foreheads, their mental energy exhausted to the limit, yet they were still gritting their teeth and swallowing potions to maintain the barrier.

It could hear their shouts.

"One siphon connection is needed. My mental energy is exhausted, and the potion supply can't keep up."

"I have some top-grade mental recovery potions here. Brother next door, take these and use them for a while. Don't stop using them."

"My mana bar is empty. Does anyone nearby have a Monster Stream power bank? Could you come and recharge my mana?"

Just then, a heart-wrenching roar, tinged with sobs, was clearly heard in the ears of the evil spirit on the ground:

"Hold on, Earth Tortoise! ​​After we take down these invading bandits, we'll continue the fight... I've only just joined the Allied Forces; what will I do if you die!"

The tower suddenly shook violently.

Lying on the edge of the platform, the evil spirit of the earth used its last strength to lift its head. At the end of its vision, all that remained on the face of the temple guard was helpless madness.

They were then overwhelmed by the figures of the Zerg and the players.

In the near-collapse of the Earth Spirit's vision, the last image that remains is the player charging towards the remnants of the Civilization Legion with a variety of weapons.

It suddenly felt like laughing.

They even felt like they were experiencing a near-death hallucination.

These two beastly forces, like lingering ghosts, haunted it even in its illusions until its death.

　I've updated ahead of schedule; I'll resume the original 11:59 PM update schedule tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)