The Monster is Coming

Chapter 371 Fellow villager, don't leave, this item is destined for me.

Two hours later, the teleportation point connecting the Misty Coast to the game space.

All 32 internet addicts were present.

Even if they were unwilling, no one dared to be absent under the threat of a week-long internet shutdown.

Minghou's gaze swept over the clansmen in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

The appearance of the clansmen in the game was very different from what I had imagined.

Although her attire was different from before, it still maintained the style of silver robes. The hem was embroidered with light silver patterns of destiny, and the cuffs were neatly gathered, retaining the unique aloofness of the Destiny Clan. It was not flamboyant, but it had its own otherworldly temperament.

But the people of their tribe in front of them were completely different.

They were completely influenced by forum players, and their aesthetic sense was skewed towards a different art style.

Standing at the very front was the Man of Life, sporting a colorful, neon-colored afro made from weapon modules, with every strand of hair crackling with electricity. He wore a black leather robe with an image of an Earth Spirit standing with its arms crossed, printed on the back, topped with the word "Bully." His overall appearance resembled a street thug from Earth's ancient times.

Standing next to him was even more outrageous, with his bare upper body revealing his tanned bronze arms, which did have a strong muscle definition, but were covered with all sorts of strange patterns and words using weapon modules, making him look like he was possessed by a demon.

The tribesmen in the back row were also dancing wildly. Some tribesmen wore sunglasses with lenses bigger than their faces, and the lenses played "666" bullet screen effects on a loop. Other tribesmen were dressed in ancient Earth clothing, with two laser guns produced by the arms dealer guild hidden in their wide robes and sleeves.

What Minghou found most unbearable was a female tribeswoman named Mingtao. Despite having a pretty face, she wore smoky makeup, her lips were painted a dark purple, she wore a dress covered in skulls, the skirt was so short that it only revealed her thighs, and she wore heavy metal boots. She also had a headscarf tied around her forehead with the words "Come and fight if you dare!" printed on it.
It is clear that cultural invasion is very serious.

These young people are highly exposed to new things, and after becoming players, they team up with players of other races to hunt, which obviously has a cultural influence. In addition, they have shed their inner shackles and become completely liberated.

When this group of people get together, it's like a fashion show.

Each member of the tribe dresses in a way that leans towards "flashyness," yet their demeanor still carries a hint of naivety, making them appear both slovenly and comical.

Minghou rubbed his temples, but did not utter a sound of rebuke.

Having broken away from the Fate Clan, the clansmen are now completely free, and he will not impose any restrictions on them.

Let them do whatever they want, except what they need for development.

He took a deep breath, and Minghou's gaze swept across the faces of his clansmen:
"The task I'm giving you this time isn't difficult. All you need to do is go to the game space and play a few rounds of gambling games with the members of the Netherworld Council."

As he spoke, he summoned the function panel.

Send the pre-recorded video clips you edited to your clan members:
"Watch the video first, then remember what I said. I am a bad example in the video. You need to remember three things. First, we use disguise to enter the game in the early stages. After the disguise is broken, we use different life soul forms to enter the game. Second, each time you enter the game, you can only win a maximum of four rounds. But don't win too easily. You have to pretend to win by struggling. Third, you must not make the same mistakes as me. You have to lose reasonably so that the other party can obtain the clan mark in a reasonable way."

After hearing Minghou's account, the tribesmen shook their heads:
"Master, I'm a player now, why don't I just use cheats to crush everyone? Why bother pretending to be a noob?"

Minghou glared fiercely at the clansman who had spoken:

"Watch the video I sent to the group first, then ask why. What I want is not victory, but defeat."

The clansmen reluctantly shut their mouths, then clicked on the video sent by the group chat.

On the pop-up video screen, the scene of Minghou arrogantly exposing You'ai's cheating, his mocking face when he deliberately let her win, and his calm acceptance of death flashed by one by one, making the people present understand why Minghou wanted them to win with difficulty and not to be too ostentatious.

The video ended, and the tribesman who had just asked the question nodded in realization:

"I understand... The Lord of Fate wants us to lower our stance and make the Netherworld Council feel that we can be easily controlled, so that they will feel comfortable launching the slaughter plan to wear down the Netherworld Council's fighting strength."

Seeing that they had finally grasped the key point, Minghou nodded:

"Remember, always win by luck, and lose naturally." He paused, then added:
"Two people go in at a time, with a half-hour interval between them. Even if they are very close to each other, they have to pretend they don't know each other."

The clansmen readily agreed and began to form pairs.

The 32 tribesmen were divided into 16 groups.

With the help of the Life Throat, they released their mental energy and began to disguise their life fluctuations.

As for appearance, Minghou originally planned to purchase materials from the trading house to help his clansmen with deep disguises.

But looking at their bizarre outfits now, it's completely unnecessary.

The first group consists of Mingman and Mingdun.

“Let’s go give a lesson to the Netherworld Council.” Mingman nudged Mingdun’s arm and took the lead toward the center of the teleportation array.

Mingdun grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth:

"Just thinking about it is a little exciting, a pure cheat-like, awesome game."

Once they arrived at the center of the teleportation array, Minghou raised his hand to activate the teleportation mode, and the two figures instantly disappeared into the halo of light.

At this moment, Minghou brought up the forum interface and watched the live stream to see what would happen to his clansmen next.

In the scene, two members of the tribe enter the capture channel in the game space through a teleportation portal.

Before long, they landed in the game space.

When the game began, neither of the two clansmen chose to cheat in the first round, relying solely on luck when rolling the dice.

Ten minutes later, the second group of tribesmen set off.

Before one of the clansmen entered the teleportation array, he turned around and gave him a thumbs-up:
"Don't worry, Master, I guarantee we'll lose so badly they won't be able to find fault with us."

Minghou stood aside, watching his clansmen enter the teleportation array with grins on their faces, and in an instant, he activated the teleportation array.

During this time, they also purchased energy crystals from the player shop to replenish the energy required for teleportation.

As more and more of his clansmen were teleported to the game space, Minghou himself did not go there again, but instead watched his clansmen's actions through a live stream.

If any inappropriate behavior is detected during the process, a reminder will be sent via live chat.

He was very satisfied with the acting of his clansmen. Sometimes they would shake their heads in frustration because of failure, and sometimes they would sigh because they drew useless cards. Their flawed operations and the tension that they showed on their faces from time to time were exactly the way he wanted the plot to unfold.

When the first group suffered a defeat in the game, Minghou decisively summoned the forum and checked the competitive player section.

Especially those players who have just been selected to participate.

While the barbarian was speaking, Minghou's gaze swept over the alien figures standing with the player.

No members of the Council of the Netherworld were found.

This made him feel a little regretful.

However, the Ancient God Arena is a layered space, and even if players enter the arena every moment, the probability of encountering a member of the Council of the Netherworld is very low.

Only with more wins will players from the same group have a higher probability of meeting.

He chose to ask for the guidance directly.

The answer he received made Minghou clench his fist in excitement.

As he expected, this group of members of the Council of the Netherworld were sent to the Palace of Elysium and the Arena of the Ancient Gods, respectively.

As for why he did this, he could roughly guess.

Besides the mental torture battlefield on the side of the Earthly Bully, there are two factions that mutually boost each other's trust. There is no conflict of interest between the two sides for the time being, and they use each other's rules and logic to improve the combat power of their own faction.

The first of these two forces is the ancient god race that entrenched itself in the Sea of ​​Death.

Their arenas can be considered training grounds for "experts" in the player faction.

Players who follow this growth path study combat techniques every day, making it a gathering place for the strongest individual combat power among players.

Since its launch, the game has cultivated many well-known skill-based players.

Secondly, in order to improve the efficiency of generating rule-derived energy, the Ancient God Arena selects a group of fighters for training every once in a while.

Players learned advanced techniques for using many abilities from these training programs.

Secondly, there's A-Le's Training Ground, the strongest training ground for newbies.

Since its launch, the server has provided a large number of elite players for various gameplay styles, making it the most suitable environment for players to grow and transition in the early stages.

Its importance is in no way inferior to that of the Imperial Tomb Village battlefield.

These are all training grounds that can continuously generate huge resource benefits for the player's faction.

The members of the Law Council will be sent to the Palace of Elysium and the Arena of Ancient Gods as welfare packages, and will eventually be returned to the players in the form of resources, which will be brought back to their own faction.

Once it was confirmed that the method of exploiting the bug was feasible, the heart that had been hanging in suspense finally settled down, and a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.

The show is about to begin.

……

Two days later.

One after another, players from the Destiny Clan enter and exit the arena as novices.

Every time they failed and left the stage, they took a group of members of the Netherworld Council with them.

This issue quickly attracted the attention of the higher-ups in the Youlu Council.

At this moment, the council hall of the Netherworld Council was filled with phantom figures on a sea of ​​energy.

Thousands of red dots flickered on the crystal ball suspended in the center.

Each red dot represents a member of the clan who has lost contact.

They were all members who, after initiating the slaughter, were guided to unknown areas by the "ethnic imprint."

This time, however, things are a little different.

Slaughter squads would often go missing, but they never investigated it further.

The monster world is fraught with danger; encountering formidable forces or unexpected risks is commonplace.

But this time, in a short period of time, 57 slaughter squads completely lost contact, and a total of 3363 tribesmen went missing.

Logically, even if it encounters fierce resistance, it should at least send back a trace of energy signal as feedback.

But right now, all the teams that were dispatched seemed to have been wiped out the moment the teleportation ended, without even a trace of struggle remaining.

This was by no means a natural loss of contact; it was more like some external force deliberately cutting off all communication, turning the tribesmen into kites with broken strings, unable to even send their last distress signals back to the tribe.

At this moment, the leader of the council, Youlu, looked at a figure in front of him, and then waved his fingertip toward the crystal ball in the center.

As the energy derived from the game space's rules is rapidly depleted, the spatial coordinates of the remaining clan's aura slowly emerge.

"Youxuan, trace the remaining spatial fluctuations and investigate the specific situation."

"I'm leaving now."

As Youxuan gave his answer, the dark blue phantom around him suddenly solidified, and he raised his hand to extract spatial coordinate information from the crystal.

It then transformed into a pale blue stream of light and burst out of the sea of ​​energy.

Instead of using conventional spatial teleportation, it directly mobilized its internal energy to tear through space along the coordinate trajectory marked by the crystal ball.

The spatial barriers along the way rippled in front of it, and the nodes that required precise calculation to penetrate seemed to have been smoothed out in advance by an invisible force.

His figure leaped through the spatial rift multiple times. After leaving the spatial passage, Youxuan soon crashed into a spatial wall, only to find that no matter how hard he tried to tear it apart, he could not break through it.

Just as Youlu was about to continue trying.

Suddenly, I felt a terrifying pressure coming from inside the spatial barrier in front of me.

Youxuan subconsciously looked up and saw an indescribable purple figure slowly emerging from within the spatial barrier.

Its body had no clear outline, its face was like ripples on water, constantly changing, and the dark purple flames burning on its body caused the surrounding space to ripple with every movement.

The figure did not open its eyes, yet it was as if countless eyes pierced through the barriers of space and fell directly upon it.

Every gaze carried an overwhelming pressure that seemed capable of crushing a body.

With just a glance, Youxuan felt as if the energy within his body was frozen, the frequency of the released energy was completely disordered, and even maintaining the energy circulation became difficult.

At that moment, Youxuan felt the despair of an ant facing the vast sky.

It realized that the other party's level of existence had long surpassed its comprehension.

The spatial wall continued to tremble, and the pressure emanating from the purple figure grew increasingly intense. Youxuan didn't even dare to continue thinking about how to deal with it.

He let out a decisive roar, and the energy within his body instantly surged wildly.

Just then, the blurry purple figure also trembled.

This scene truly terrified Youxuan, and it desperately tore through the space behind it to rush back.

The thought of escaping overwhelmed everything.

Saving one's own life is clearly more important than finding out the whereabouts of one's clansmen.

The life projections within the spatial barrier are clearly not beings that the Netherworld Council can afford to provoke.

Even if the parliament uses all its fighting power, it will only become nourishment for the enemy.

The vanished signal and the wiped-out clansmen now have their answers.

They have most likely been devoured by this purple-figure demon.

The oppressive aura behind him did not pursue, but Youxuan dared not linger.

They escaped by burning themselves, each spatial jump accompanied by a searing pain.

But he dared not look back, only one thought screaming wildly in his mind: Run, run fast, get as far away from here as possible.

the other side.

The projection of the Lord of Bliss watched the figure tear through space and depart, and let out a long sigh of relief.

The terrified roar just now was so sudden that it almost shattered the divine power that was maintaining its projection.

I thought some faction had found the entrance to the branch palace and was trying to force their way in.

Although the fluctuations emanating from the opponent's energy body were not strong, who could know if there were even stronger tricks up their sleeve?

None of the forces that have managed to establish themselves in the monster world are easy to deal with.

It was even considering in its mind that if all else failed, it might as well just close down this branch of the Blissful Palace; that would be better than having it wiped out entirely.

At least most of the energy can be recovered.

As long as the main hall still exists, losing a branch hall is not a serious blow.

Before it could dismantle the branch hall, the figure suddenly howled as if it had seen a ghost, and then ran away burning its own energy.

It can be basically concluded that the other party did not come to attack the branch hall.

It was scared away by its own dissipated power.

It looked down at its projected form, then glanced at the small cracks on the spatial barrier caused by the energy surge, and suddenly felt a bit amused and exasperated.

It turns out I was just scaring myself; it was a false alarm.

The Lord of Bliss felt a surge of joy at the thought of having saved a branch temple.

Nothing makes it feel more at ease than stable development.

Meanwhile, after leaving the Blissful Branch Hall, Youxuan appeared in an unfamiliar environment in the Monster World after multiple spatial jumps.

As the frequency of energy release decreased, the pale blue light emanating from Youxuan's body dimmed considerably.

Although it had escaped, the experience still left it with lingering fear.

The energy core within his body was still trembling slightly from the purple pressure he had just experienced.

too frightening.

I can't help but tremble when I think about it even for a moment.

For the first time, it smelled death so clearly.

It's certain that if that purple figure had attacked it back then, it would never have been able to escape alive.

And the Council of the Underworld behind it could not provide it with any assistance.

Or should we return to our clan's territory?

The thought had barely crossed my mind when it was suppressed.

57 teams, 3363 tribesmen missing. Such a huge loss, if the specific cause cannot be found out, we will not be able to explain it when we go back.

Among the information extracted from the clan crystal, there is a second coordinate, where the situation might be better.

But when it thought of that purple phantom, it instinctively had the idea of ​​retreating.

His thoughts churned, and after a moment's hesitation, Youxuan finally gritted his teeth.

After transmitting the details of its encounter back to its territory, it retrieved the next spatial trajectory, relocked the second coordinate, and tore through space once more to set off.

Before long, Youxuan's figure appeared on a vast blue sea.

The salty sea breeze, carrying damp moisture, rushed towards me.

Looking down, the seawater beneath its feet was as clear as a mirror, and it could clearly see schools of luminous fish swimming in the depths.

At this moment, Youxuan descended upon the sea area where the Ancient God Arena was located.

The once ghostly and shadowy Sea of ​​Death has been reborn after the resurgence of the Mist Clan.

As the demon descended, its gaze locked onto a massive island in the sea directly in front of it.

Through the invisible barrier, one can see the towering arena ladder and the suspended arena platform standing on the island.

Based on spatial information, it can be basically confirmed that the lost clansmen are on this island.

Youxuan took a deep breath and was about to activate his energy to get closer when a deafening roar suddenly came from the center of the island.

Immediately afterwards, a gigantic hand burning with fiery blood and qi suddenly rose from within the island, its five fingers spreading out to cover half the sky, and a terrifying pressure descended. With a casual flick of the giant hand, the surrounding seawater surged into towering waves thousands of meters high. Although the pure energy pressure was weaker than that of the purple phantom, its aura was far more domineering, as if it could crush this world with a mere clench of its fist.

Youxuan froze on the spot, the fear he had just suppressed surging up again.

This second coordinate also conceals an unshakeable existence.

Without the slightest hesitation, it decisively turned around, burned itself, and began a desperate sprint.

But this time, Yu Xuan was clearly not so lucky.

Unlike the Lord of Bliss who lived in seclusion, the Ancient Gods' development model was aggressive, constantly capturing creatures around them and cultivating strong individuals through fighting with Gu.

Yuugen, who had willingly come to the island, was targeted by the champion fighter as soon as he approached it.

At this moment, Youxuan used all his remaining energy to tear through space, only to find that the surrounding space had already been locked by some kind of force, and could only create faint ripples in place.

It relentlessly urges energy resonance, attempting to disrupt the other's energy frequency.

scoff!

The sharp sound of the Qi and Blood Spear slicing through the air exploded in Youxuan's ears, and his figure was instantly pierced through, with pale blue energy liquid splashing out like blood.

This blow nearly killed it, but the champion fighter didn't go for the kill.

The vital energy transformed into chains, binding Youxuan's body and dragging it downwards towards the island.

Yugen, filled with resentment and despair, felt a deep sense of hopelessness.

But the more she struggled, the tighter the chains tightened, making it impossible to break free.

Ultimately, it was thrown into a huge cage.

Outside the cage, roars rose and fell, while inside, the cage was crammed with creatures of all shapes and sizes.

Several familiar figures in dark blue were members of the clan who had previously lost contact.

When they saw Youxuan, a glimmer of light appeared in their eyes, but it quickly faded.

Youxuan, having exhausted all his energy, collapsed completely at the bottom of the cage and fell unconscious.

……

Fourth day.

The detection mechanism for the game space is constantly being upgraded.

The higher-ups of the Netherworld Council have already discovered the problem.

According to the information sent back by Youxuan before he went missing, the disappearance of the clansmen was related to two spatial coordinates.

After careful investigation, it was discovered that each time a team won a battle against a similar type of life form, the clan imprint would teleport the members of the slaughter squad to one of the two regions.

Realizing that these creatures could not be prey, the already devastated Law Council activated an emergency plan.

They then discovered that the player from the Fate faction was in disguise.

After a detailed investigation of the camouflage methods, they decisively enhanced the detection mechanisms within the space tunnels.

To prevent accidents from happening again.

In other words, players of the Fate Clan have been completely blacklisted by the Netherworld Space.

Even if they enter the game space afterward, they will be sent back and will not be able to engage in any game competition with them.

After a series of failed attempts to disguise their teleportation, the mastermind behind the scenes remained unconcerned.

He summoned his clansmen again and activated the plan to have their souls enter the arena.

In the next round of testing, they successfully misled the Netherworld Council's vital sign checks, causing the players within their clan to resume their game of strategy.

This means that the strategy of exploiting loopholes and depleting combat power can proceed smoothly.

The higher-ups of the Netherworld Council thought they had solved the problem, but they found that the problem still existed, and the slaughter squad was still losing contact.

However, the higher-ups of the Youlu Council dared not make any move to invade these two spatial coordinates.

The information sent back by Youxuan before he lost contact proved that both spatial coordinates were guarded by terrifying beings that the Youlu Council could not contend with.

A direct confrontation would be suicidal.

After trying various interception methods without success, the higher-ups of the Netherworld Council decided to temporarily shut down the game space.

We will eliminate all external capture channels within the game space, and plan to change capture locations, deploy space nodes, and open up new resource production channels.

They felt that they could avoid the problem of losing contact with their clan by starting over.

Life Throat already knew all this through questioning and guidance.

During the days when the game space was "closed," he allowed his clansmen to disperse and move around freely.

I plan to wait for the game space to reopen, and then restart the strategy of exploiting loopholes and depleting combat power.

Two more days passed.

Lifethirst, who was hunting monsters in the Rumbling Coast area, asked the guide again whether the game space had reopened.

I asked casually, and the answer I got was that the business had already opened.

Without the slightest hesitation, Minghou decisively spoke in the guild voice channel:

"All members of Rainbow Coast, assemble. You have 3 hours to prepare. If you don't come, we'll unplug your internet cable."

This trick has been tried and tested.

Although he is the ruler of destiny, everyone in the game is a player, and he has no way to restrict the freedom of other races.

But in reality, he is both the master of destiny and the controller of the internet.

Its true form possesses the strength of a demigod.

He wanted to unplug the internet cable, and his tribesmen couldn't stop him.

Guarding the network in reality means holding the lifeline of one's people in one's hands.

Cut off their source of income, and even the most unruly tribesmen will have to submit.

What appears to be a useless cable made from non-spiritual waste materials has now become a power in his hands that spans the "real" and the "virtual".

Once the internet cable is unplugged, even if a member of the clan has extraordinary abilities in the game, they will still have to come back and be punished.

Therefore, the significance of the network cable is far greater than the cable itself. It is an invisible chain that can bind the entire group together, and also a divine lash of punishment for those who are "parents" to punish those addicted to the internet.

Several hours later, all the tribesmen gradually gathered at the Misty Coast.

A new round of cross-space strikes has begun.

……

Two more days passed.

The number of tourists captured in the game space has decreased sharply again.

This made Minghou realize that the Youlu Council was about to close down again because it could not solve the problem of the slaughter squads constantly losing contact.

After this closure, it is clear that the Law Council will not be able to reopen the store in the short term until the specific reasons are ascertained.

This made Minghou feel that it was time to start the second step of the plan.

This time, Life Throat once again personally intervened, descending upon the game space in the form of a critical strike soul.

Before the game began, he took out a pre-made spatial imprint from his spatial bag and crushed it with his hand.

The brand shattered on the palm of my hand, turning into specks of silver light.

Like stardust scattered by the wind, it quietly seeps into the game space and follows the rules and patterns of the game space.

Every ripple that appears transmits spatial coordinate information to the outside world.

The energy flow frequency of the game arena, the weak points of the spatial defense barrier set up by the Netherworld Council... were all compressed into this invisible signal.

The next second, several figures appeared above the throat, their dark blue energy carrying a chilling killing intent as they swooped down.

Sensing the unusual fluctuations emanating from the space, the alerted guards of the Netherworld Council did not hesitate to attack Life Throat.

boom!
The figure of Minghou instantly turned into countless specks of light in the torrent of energy, and then dissipated into black mist.

The Guardians of the Netherworld hovered in mid-air, and after killing the Throat of Life, they all unleashed the energy runes within their bodies, attempting to intercept the outward-spreading signals within the spatial barrier.

But it's too late.

Invisible signals travel through layers of space, spreading aimlessly.

……

Soul Gathering Continent, Northern Demon Sea.

A member of the Fate Clan, clad in bone armor, was leaning on a broken spear, panting heavily.

His name is Mingtong, a wandering merchant engaged in equivalent trading, who has been drifting in this wild sea for 13 years.

It glanced down at the bone armor stained with the Northern Demon Sea Beast, then turned its gaze to the pile of star cores on the ground not far away, its haul for the day.

Just as it was putting away its spoils, it suddenly sensed a spatial fluctuation.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and grabbed something, and a piece of information flooded into his mind.

Countless fragmented images exploded in my mind, along with another command: war call.

But what puzzled it was why it used an ancient method of spatial communication.

After the Fate Clan wove a spiritual communication network centered on the rules of fate, this ancient method of spatial communication has long been rendered obsolete.

Even the younger generation is unaware of how to use these spatial summoning orders.

This war call also has clear level restrictions, requiring only members with a status of "Apostle of Destiny" or higher to go to the Beacon Battlefield.

And it is a member of the Legion of Fate Apostles.

Having received the "call to war" order, it must respond.

It is highly likely that a high-ranking member of a certain clan needs to seek cross-space rescue.

Life Eclipse gripped its spear tightly, and the muscles beneath its bone armor suddenly tensed.

He turned abruptly, swung his spear in the direction the signal came from, and tore through a spatial rift to get there.

At the same time, 30,000 miles south of the Soul Gathering Continent.

Frost, who was dissecting the frozen beast in the ice cave, suddenly raised his head and then tore through space to head to the coordinates.

Beneath the shifting sands of the Gobi Desert in the west, after receiving the signal, Mingtu's body, buried deep in the sand, broke through the soil and floated in mid-air, radiating light.

His body, covered in sand, was washed clean by the silver light. He used his fingertips to trace the space in front of him, suddenly tearing through space and moving forward.

High above the canopy of the Southern Rainforest, Mingkong, who was engaged in an equal struggle with the alien race, suddenly heard a ringing sound from his earring.

It decisively abandoned the upcoming new round of competition, tore off its earring, ripped through space, and headed towards the gathering point.

On the edge of the Eastern Desert, Ming'an, who was taking stock of spiritual materials, also received a recruitment message from the space at this moment...

In the Soul Gathering Continent region where the game space is located, a total of 39 members of the Destiny Clan received the space beacon.

One of them was a "Great Envoy" who had the potential to become the Destiny Master of the Burning Lamp lineage. They all followed the "War Call" order and broke through the void to the game space.

Before long, 39 figures descended into the game space.

The spatial signal clearly came from here. The 39 figures looked at each other and simultaneously unleashed a silver storm.

At this moment, the high-ranking members of the Youlu Council were also frightened.

They realized that the game space had been exposed.

Faced with foreign invasion, they decisively mobilized their forces to launch a counterattack.

Although the Council of the Netherworld has many members, all those who descended were members of the Fate Clan at the Apostle level or above, representing the absolute elite of the Fate Clan.

Individual combat power, calculated based on the player system, is all above level 300.

Among them, the great envoy "Ming An" has a combat power of over 400.

In their initial encounter, the Youlu Council was utterly defeated.

boom!
The leader stepped forward, his silver robe billowing, and pushed forward with one hand.

The silver river of light, formed from the rules of fate, stood like an insurmountable barrier in front of them. The offensive of the Netherworld Council struck the silver light and vanished without a trace, failing to even cause a ripple.

After their initial encounter, Ming An's doubts deepened.

The forces hiding in this space do not seem to have enough combat power to prompt a core member to use the "war call" method to seek assistance.

More importantly, why was it war recruitment, a method that had been phased out?

In terms of both communication efficiency and reach, it was far inferior to the spiritual communication networks we use today.

It hasn't thought about this issue in detail yet.

Because it discovered that this space contained a mark of rules.

The unexpected surprise came too suddenly.

From coming to provide support, Ming'an's idea immediately changed to: seizing the rules.

"Stay close to me."

"Ming An said in a deep voice within the temporarily formed mental network."

Upon hearing this, the other members of the clan all approached Ming'an, believing that Ming'an was the initiator of this "war call".

Secondly, the other party is a high-ranking official, with the authority to command their actions.

Then, 39 beams of silver light intertwined into a net within the game space, and wherever they passed, the energy barrier of the Youlu Clan shattered like paper.

Throughout the entire war, there were no lengthy battles or complex schemes. The power mobilized by the Destiny Clan members at the Apostle level and above was simply too much for the Netherworld Council to resist.

From the dome to the ground, wherever the silver storm swept through, the dark blue figures disintegrated in patches.

The so-called counterattack was more like dry grass thrown into a raging fire, unable to withstand the slightest resistance.

In less than two hours, the once bustling gaming space was mostly destroyed.

Many alien figures who were engaged in the game were also affected and killed by the aftershocks, ending their game prematurely.

It was utterly devastating, nothing more.

When Ming'an's "Spear of Destiny" pressed against the spatial crystal, the Youlu Council completely gave up resisting and began their escape.

They wanted to preserve the lineage so that it could rise again in the future.

However, Ming'an firmly locked onto the Council Chairman Youlu, who held the rules of the "Game Space," and imprisoned him by setting up a spatial blockade in advance.

When the Speaker of the Council of Youlu was killed by Ming An.

The era belonging to the Council of the Netherworld came to an abrupt end under the iron hooves of the elite warriors of the Fate Clan.

From their arrival to seizing the rules of the game space, this battle ended before the members of the Destiny Clan present even had to use their full strength.

As the war ended, one of the soldiers beside Ming'an put away his weapon and looked at Ming'an:

"Great Messenger, shall we pursue them?"

At this moment, Ming'an held a silver spear of destiny in his right hand and a radiant Rubik's Cube-shaped rule called "Game Space" in his left hand, his eyes filled with joy.

When asked by his clansmen, Ming'an smiled and shook his head:

"No need, they are no longer a threat, let them be."

Eliminating the root of the problem is pointless and a waste of time.

On the vast and boundless stage of the monster world, an exiled force that has lost its core rules is like a tiger with its teeth pulled, destined to be unable to stir up any waves.

Even if they are lucky enough to regain their footing in a certain region, there is nothing to fear.

The monster world is so vast that it can devour countless stars, and the distance between them is unimaginable, making it almost impossible to encounter them again.

Just as Ming An was happily holding the game space rules, pondering how to use them, a soft cough suddenly came from behind him.

"cough."

All 39 apostles of fate turned their heads to look.

Suddenly, Minghou appeared behind them.

After becoming a player, Lifethroat's life structure is no longer that of the Fate Clan, and the aura it exudes is also different from before. Many Fate Clan members did not recognize Lifethroat's identity when it was not wearing a mask.

But the leader, Ming'an, recognized the face at a glance.

They had crossed paths before Minghou was promoted to Mingzhu.

Just then, Life Throat took two steps forward, its gaze falling on the shimmering Rubik's Cube in its hand, and coughed lightly:
"You've really made something of yourself, Ming'an, you've even learned to steal from your elders?"

Upon hearing these words, Ming An felt a sense of foreboding.

He tightened his grip on the Rubik's Cube, and the joy on his face froze instantly.

　Here are 9200 words~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)