The Monster is Coming

Chapter 386 A Crisis Across Time

Chat group: A loving family (Online: 33 people).

Throat of Destiny: Family, the situation is critical. At this moment, I need the support of every member of our family. Cast aside your hesitation, offer your beliefs, and climb with me to the pinnacle of competition. The victory in this battle will surely forge our clan's eternal glory and be recorded in the annals of player history... Follow me, let's fight!
Outsider: Master, after saying all this, all you want is money, right? (slams table while eating dirt.jpg)

Out-of-towner: So how much do you want this time? Just tell me the number. This is a screenshot of my balance. You can decide what you want. I don't have any more coins, and I can't conjure them up anyway. (Balance screenshot) (Explorer's hands clasped together.jpg).

Gahawa Miracle: My Lord, if I weren't afraid you'd disconnect my internet, I'd be considering betraying the tribe. You ask for money every few days. No matter how much money I earn, I can't withstand this kind of exploitation. The initial investment was supposed to make me rich, but I haven't seen a single penny. Instead, the sacrificial power keeps flowing to you. I can't take it anymore. I want to become stronger! (Explorer bursts into tears.jpg)

Emperor Zhao's Dog: So this is the essence of our race. To be more precise, we are part of the essence of our race in the eyes of the Fate Master. In essence, we are no different from some races that capture cattle and horses from the outside world and throw them into the ground to mine. We can only be exploited. Forgive me for going too far, Fate Master, you should restrain yourself. You do the showing off, and we do the paying. How can we live like this? Why don't you change the group name to "Dragon Sparrow Fate Master's Cattle and Horse Exchange Group"?

……

After blocking the display of group chat content in the live stream, Minghou sent a message to his clansmen.

The next second, all I heard were sarcastic replies from my clansmen.

But despite the talk and the commotion, the clansmen transferred the money without the slightest hesitation.

A series of fiery challenger prompts echoed in Minghou's mind.

It quickly accumulated into a considerable sum.

The clansmen complained loudly, but they knew perfectly well what was going on in their hearts.

They all knew that Lifethroat was at the final crucial point in its challenge to achieve a 15-game winning streak in the Death Arena, and this was the moment when it needed the most resource support.

Every bit of sacrificial power can potentially translate into a boost in combat strength at the final moment.

Besides being loyal to their chosen master, they did this for the future of the entire tribe.

They could all understand the layout of the Life Throat, which clearly showed that they wanted to learn from the Gold Coin Merchants Association and gain influence on the forum.

The core purpose of challenging the Ancient Gods Arena is precisely this.

The intangible boost in prestige and popularity will bring development opportunities and even cooperation space in the future, far exceeding the immediate investment of spiritual energy.

Therefore, every "investment" they make paves the way for a broader future for their community.

In the future, they will also be able to get a share of the profits.

So, the rant is over, and all the required offerings have been given.

……

On the other side, the Death Arena.

Prepare the room.

As Minghou watched the rapidly accumulating sacrificial power and the insincere complaints from his clansmen, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Although he still had some sacrificial power in reserve, this was the special fund needed for the initial construction of the Destiny Casino.

Previously, the equipment had been misappropriated once in order to challenge the Ancient God Arena.

He would rather fail than use the remaining portion lightly.

This is crucial to the future industrial development of the entire ethnic group and cannot be compromised.

Therefore, he could only seek help from his clansmen.

The performance of his people once again proved the importance of having a reliable clan as a support, which made him very satisfied.

Without hesitation, he immediately brought up the trading platform and began bulk purchasing evolution pills that could directly upgrade the level of the life soul.

The sacrificial power was consumed like flowing water, and then transformed into the most direct power that was injected into the star veins within the body.

Before long, a surge of energy coursed through his body and began to coalesce.

His main soul, the Eagle-Headed Demon, successfully leveled up, and his perception and control over the elements also increased accordingly, making his spiritual power more refined and surging.

"Unfortunately... the number of clansmen with player qualifications is still too small, so the speed at which they can earn sacrificial power is ultimately limited." Minghou sighed inwardly.

This is the limit that can be improved in a short period of time.

Next, he modified the star pulse combination.

The previous Star Pulse combination was mainly for efficient harvesting, but the difficulty of the next round of competitive challenges is too high, so it is necessary to embed powerful Life Souls suitable for one-on-one battles.

Having completed the modifications to the star veins, he took a deep breath, suppressing all distracting thoughts, his eyes filled with absolute focus.

He raised his head, looked at the empty ceiling of the room, and said calmly:
"Barbarian slave, I want to start the 15-win challenge."

"As you wish." The cold voice rang in my mind as expected.

The next second, spatial teleportation runes appeared rapidly beneath his feet.

This is accompanied by a strong sense of weightlessness, and the space changes rapidly.

When Minghou regained his footing, he found himself in a complex environment.

There is no sky, no earth, and not even a clear sense of direction here.

All around were boundless, slowly flowing void currents.

Countless shattered mirrors, varying in size, float around like islands, reflecting bizarre, distorted, and ever-changing scenes.

Silence is the dominant theme here.

The information presented in my mind indicated that this was the final, ultimate challenge of the Death Arena: the Void Arena.

The scene is characterized by an extremely unstable spatial structure, where mirrors distort perception.

But in Minghou's view, this scene posed no threat whatsoever.

After all, the Eagle-Headed Demon's perception of rules cannot be affected by the scene created by the Ancient Gods.

He looked up at that moment, and an energy-based phantom appeared on a mirror a hundred meters away.

It was a slender, elongated figure, its entire body a translucent, dark blue color. A sensory scan revealed that the body was woven from pure shadow energy.

Its face lacks clear features, and in each of its hands it holds a strangely shaped weapon.

Weapons are also composed of highly condensed energy, and their form is constantly fluctuating.

Sometimes it solidifies into a short sword, and sometimes it leaps and bounds like a twisted lightning bolt, with black gleam emanating from its ever-changing blade.

The life throat was activated and the analysis was swept away.

Immediately, relevant information about the target came to mind.

【Nightmare Assassin (Voidlight Clan)】:
Hunting Level: 152

Target Introduction: The Reaper of the Void Light Clan. This clan masters the dual rules of light and shadow, walking in the gaps between light and shadow. They are adept at distorting the environment to conceal their figures and assassinate their targets. "Nightmare Assassin" is the best among them. The "Double Blades of Void Light" in their hands can easily tear through spatial stability and ignore conventional flesh and blood defenses. Their hunting records include many powerful creatures far stronger than themselves. They regard hunting as an art and enjoy seeing their targets collapse in confusion and disorientation.

……

Upon seeing the opponent's hunting level, Minghou immediately felt a sense of unease.

This is also an assassin-type unit, which is not easy to deal with.

When the suspended arena token disappears.

In the next instant, a pitch-black, gleaming short blade that could absorb all light was silently thrust at the temple of the man's throat.

There was no sound of wind, no energy fluctuations, not even any killing intent, only an extremely cold aura of death.

The pupils of the man in the throat suddenly contracted.

The opponent's speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of visual perception.

Without the slightest hesitation, it decisively activated its high-speed feature.

The instant before the blade tip touches the skin.

His head tilted slightly at a fraction of a second.

Swish!
The dark dagger barely grazed his skin, creating a slight gust of air that ruffled a few strands of silver hair on his forehead.

The bone-chilling cold slapped against my cheeks, leaving scratches and blood.

Missing his first attack, Nightmare Thorn did not linger and retreated instantly, disappearing in a flash.

Minghou snorted coldly and lightly stomped his right foot on the mirror.

hum!
Centered on his feet, an invisible spatial ripple instantly spread out, sweeping across a radius of a thousand meters.

Click! Click! Click!

Mirrors swept by spatial ripples, regardless of size, were instantly covered with a layer of frost.

The smooth mirror surface becomes rough after the environment changes.

The Nightmare, which had already blended into its environment, suddenly froze, its concealment effect instantly broken, revealing its slender figure shrouded in shadow.

The Nightmare Thorn reacted extremely quickly, its form blurring again as it attempted a short shadow leap.

But the attack combo from the throat is faster.

His ten fingers moved rapidly through the air as if he were playing a musical instrument!
call out!call out!call out!
Feathers made of "Sha Yang" energy appeared out of thin air, covering all the shadowy areas and landing points where Nightmare Thorn could possibly jump.

In an instant, it was as if ten thousand arrows were fired at once.

Feathers rained down.

The Nightmare's form was forced to reappear, desperately dodging the feathers, its rhythm of movement disrupted.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Minghou's silver eyes shone brightly.

He pointed his fingers like a sword and pointed in the air towards the direction of the Nightmare Thorn.

The fierce winds gathered and transformed into invisible chains.

Combined with the "binding" property, the space around the Nightmare Thorn instantly becomes as hard as steel, forcing its body into a stiff state.

Although this confinement can only last for a very short time, it is enough for Life Throat.

He glared sharply.

Instantly, an invisible and intangible mental shockwave, traveling at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, struck the imprisoned Nightmare Thorn.

puff!
The Shadow Shield on Nightmare's body was torn apart like paper, and the power of the mental shockwave penetrated directly into his body.

Nightmare Thorn's body trembled violently, feeling his consciousness being torn apart and resonated by an invisible force.

As he felt dizzy, a crack appeared in his chest, spurting out a spray of blood that turned into ice crystals in the air.

As the feeling of constraint dissipates, it prepares to leave.

At this point, the inescapable rigid state reappeared, and it was once again forcibly held in place.

At this moment, Minghou was also under immense pressure.

The opponent's life force is extremely high, and continuously releasing the restraints has greatly depleted their mental energy.

No enhancement items can be used in the Soul Arena, otherwise the champion fighter under the supervision will make a move.

Once his mental energy is exhausted, he will be instantly killed by Nightmare's Strike.

Faced with the completely bound Nightmare Thorn, Lifethroat decisively struck again.

A tiny spark of ink, guided by the "binding" property, quietly appeared on Nightmare's chest before erupting with a deafening roar.

In an instant, it transformed into a ball of annihilating black flames that devoured everything, completely engulfing Nightmare Thorn's body.

Mental energy is being continuously depleted.

Nightmare Thorn let out a silent scream in the inky flames, its body rapidly charring, carbonizing, and turning to ashes like burning paper, dissipating into the void mirror domain.

From the moment the assassin launched his attack to the moment he was completely killed, the entire process took only a little over ten seconds.

Lifethirst remained standing still, without moving an inch, and completely crushed an extremely dangerous 14-win Nightmare Assassin Warrior.

But Minghou's expression did not relax; instead, it became extremely solemn.

The perception granted to him by the eagle-headed demon allowed him to clearly see that among the ashes burned by the black flames, a point of pure light was rapidly gestating and expanding.

Whoosh!
Just then, a beam of blazing white light burst forth from the ashes, and when the light faded, Nightmare's figure reappeared completely unharmed.

Only their appearance has changed drastically.

Its originally pale blue, translucent body transformed into a form composed entirely of blinding white light.

The illusory twin blades in his hands transformed into a constantly leaping, blazing white whip, and his body radiated a scorching and violent aura that was completely opposite to the previous cold and deathly silence.

Minghou suddenly understood the meaning of the "Twin Light and Shadow Rule" in the analysis.

The rules endowed the Nightmare Thorn with two life forms, each existing in a different space.

The moment the Shadow Form is defeated is the moment the Light Form awakens and takes over from the Shadow Form.

Its aura was even stronger and more violent than before.

If in the outside world, when faced with an invincible opponent, the other life can choose to quickly escape or launch a deadly sneak attack.

But in the Soul Arena, even another life must fight in the open according to the rules here.

There's nowhere to escape to.

Facing the second form of the Nightmare.

Without the slightest hesitation, Minghou raised his hand and pointed.

But the Nightmare Sting moved on at an even faster pace.

call out!
It instantly transformed into a straight, blazing white ray, abandoning its stealthy assassination attempt and switching to a ferocious frontal assault.

Wherever it passed, the surrounding mirrors were vaporized by the high temperature.

Minghou's pupils contracted sharply, and he raised his hand to draw spatial array patterns under his feet before flashing to the left.

boom! ! !
The mirror he was standing on was struck directly by the blazing white whip, instantly exploding into countless molten fragments.

The terrifying shockwave instantly sent Minghou, who was in the process of spatial jumping, flying away.

While in mid-air, he forcefully twisted his body and pushed forward with both hands.

Instantly, a thick crystal shield and a rotating water vortex shield were superimposed and generated.

Almost at the same instant the shield was generated, the figure of the Nightmare Assassin appeared directly in front of him like a ghost, its twin whips striking like venomous snakes.

Snapped!
Click!

The crystal shield only held for a moment before shattering into pieces.

The water vortex shield twisted violently, barely deflecting some of the light whip's power, but the remaining impact still slammed into the wall of evil winds that had gathered in front of Life Throat.

puff!
A sweet taste rose in his throat, and his body flew backward at an even faster speed.

It crashed violently into a huge floating mirror, creating a spiderweb-like crack on it.

Before they could even catch their breath, the Nightmare's pursuit had already begun.

At this moment, Nightmare Thorn completely abandoned its defense, transforming into a raging, blazing white storm. Its double whips lashed out wildly, and countless scorching rays of light covered all possible spaces in Life Throat's dodge area like a torrential downpour.

His pupils reflected the deadly light that was sweeping in from all directions, yet his expression remained calm.

Using the fierce wind that enveloped his body, he moved sideways continuously, his hands dancing wildly at a dazzling speed.

Ice mirrors instantly froze in front of him, only to be shattered by the light whip in an instant.

Walls of earth appeared out of thin air and then instantly vaporized, dissipating as earth element particles.

Even the distorted spatial barrier was torn apart by the violent energy as soon as it was formed.

boom! boom! boom!
Explosions echoed continuously in the void arena, accompanied by intense flashes of light.

Life and death are like a small boat in a storm; every parry and dodge is a close call.

He was completely overwhelmed by the raging Nightmare Spikes.

They could only struggle to survive by relying on their ever-evolving elemental manipulation techniques and combat instincts.

Several times, the scorching whip of light almost grazed his neck, heart, and other vital organs, causing a burning sensation that stung his skin.

During this time, a white ray pierced through the triple defenses he had hastily erected, leaving a charred hole in his shoulder blade, and a sharp pain shot through him.

But Minghou's eyes were cold, and the excruciating pain only made his mind clearer.

While the Nightmare Assassin in its light form is ferocious in its attacks, it loses the stealth and unpredictability of its shadow form, making its attack pattern more singular.

Although being in close combat made it difficult for him to find an opportunity to unleash his binding properties, he regretted not having pre-embedded the "Mark" soul essence; otherwise, he wouldn't have been in such a passive position.

Just as he had withstood hundreds of fierce attacks, his mental energy was rapidly depleting and he was on the verge of death.

The two whips of the Nightmare Thorn came together, condensing into an extremely refined, blazing white lightning bolt, carrying an offensive force capable of destroying everything.

This attack blocked all his escape routes.

But this was the opportunity that Minghou had been waiting for.

Faced with a fatal blow, he not only did not retreat, but instead took a step forward.

He went straight to meet the oncoming blazing white lightning.

Seizing the fleeting opportunity, he focused his gaze on a broken mirror floating in the void in the distance.

Instantly, they shifted positions.

The throat instantly appeared hundreds of meters away, and a broken mirror appeared where it had been.

The reason for not choosing to exchange for the Nightmare's Bane and let it bear the brunt of his attacks is...

This is because the effect of the star-shifting property is affected by the strength of one's own Qi and blood.

His physical abilities are far inferior to Nightmare's. This exchange could instantly drain his health bar, and he wouldn't even be able to teleport.

The best choice is to exchange it for other goals that are bound to succeed.

boom!
A terrifying explosion occurred at the same spot.

The destructive energy shockwave spread outward in a ring, turning all the mirrors along its path, regardless of size, into dust.

Minghou decisively turned around and generated multiple elemental defense walls to withstand the impact of the energy aftershocks.

In the torrent of rampant energy, Minghou decisively raised his hand, pointing at the Nightmare Thorn whose back was turned to him.

A barely perceptible, transparent mental shockwave, like a venomous snake, precisely pierced through the gap in the energy collision, instantly striking Nightmare's Thorn, which was briefly exhausted from unleashing its deadly attack.

puff!
The light-form body of the Nightmare Thorn suddenly stiffened, and the blazing white energy that constituted its body became disordered.

At this moment, Minghou's figure also appeared from the torrent of energy. His silver hair was disheveled, his robe sleeves were torn, and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, making him look extremely disheveled.

But those silver eyes were as cold as ice.

His right hand, fingers joined like a sword, once again pointed towards the Nightmare's Thorn.

The binding effect, transmitted through the still-releasing mental shock effect, instantly hits the Nightmare Spike.

At this moment, he no longer held back his mental strength in the slightest.

Raise your hand, and a fierce wind gathers at your fingertips, with traits like Ink Flame and Critical Strike merging into it.

The fierce wind was rapidly compressed, transforming into a five-colored spear that shot out through the wind.

puff!

The spear, like a red-hot iron, cut into butter, precisely piercing through the forehead of the Nightmare Thorn form.

Although Evil Thorn was unable to move, its consciousness continued to operate.

In its unbelievable perception, inky cracks instantly spread all over its body.

Crack... Boom!

The pure light body shattered like broken porcelain.

It transformed into countless scattered specks of light, eventually vanishing completely into the void.

Almost at the same time, Minghou, due to excessive mental exhaustion, swayed, his head tilted weakly to one side, and he completely lost consciousness.

His figure floated slowly in the void, his silver hair stained with blood, looking disheveled.

In sharp contrast to this is.

In the live stream, the tension that had been building up throughout the intense competition exploded like a powder keg being lit.

After a brief period of deathly silence came complete chaos, a frenzy of celebration like a tsunami.

"We won! 15 wins! We've cleared the Death Arena!"

"Ahhhhh! Throat of Rebellion, you are my god (donation: 1000 sacrificial power)."

"The assassin build, the strongest counter to magic-based strategies, actually managed to beat him. I thought we were doomed when he charged in at the start of the game."

"That last move was so cool, pointing from afar and sealing the victory. If I had a pig brain, I wouldn't have been able to react to how to break the deadlock with that final blow. I would probably just stand there dumbfounded and wait to die."

"He's undoubtedly the number one mage in the monster world! Who agrees? Who disagrees? (Arrogant bully.jpg)"

"This is absolutely textbook-level magic-based counter-kill assassination, so cool."

"Hahahaha, where are all those idiots on the forum who are predicting the downfall? Come out and see your 'Father Law' triumphant victory."

Donations and bullet comments flooded in like a waterfall, almost drowning out the live stream screen.

The live stream's popularity firmly secured its position as the most popular streamer across the entire forum, leaving the second-place streamer far behind.

Cheers, screams, shouts... it was as if they could be heard coming from countless different places through the screen, all celebrating this historic moment together.

What they witnessed was not only victory, but also a legendary coronation.

It is a player who, with a magic-based character, cleared the Death Arena, a place considered to be more advantageous for melee classes.

Although the protagonist was already mentally exhausted and unconscious, he was unable to see any of this.

But this celebration that belongs to him has only just begun.

……

ten minutes later.

Minghou's eyelashes trembled a few times, then he suddenly opened them.

A severe headache surged through him like a tidal wave, causing him to groan involuntarily—a reaction to the severe depletion of his mental energy.

He bent down, stood up, and looked around.

He found himself lying on a cold stone platform, in a room that was no longer the familiar preparation room.

Feeling a sharp pain in his head, he immediately summoned his spatial bag, preparing to retrieve a bottle of mental recovery potion to "calm his nerves."

But when his gaze fell on the balance column, he was immediately stunned.

He discovered that his balance had increased by 227 million sacrificial power.

He sat up abruptly, even ignoring his throbbing head, his silver eyes filled with astonishment.

Where did the extra nearly 230 million sacrificial power come from?

The moment the question arose, he thought of the answer.

It's probably... a live stream tipping service.

He never expected that the reaction from the outside world would be so crazy after he fell into a coma.

This is clearly one of the indirect ways to monetize the forum's influence.

It's no wonder so many players are keen on forum popularity, including Alan from the Gold Coin Merchant Guild.

They're earning sacrificial power so fast!
In a good mood, he then activated the map function.

The cursor representing his current location has left the Death Sea area near the Azure Star Sea.

At this moment, the cursor is flashing over a vast sea area he has never set foot in before.

In the center of the map are four large characters: The Immortal Sea.

He turned off the map function and carefully examined the room he was in.

The room's layout remained simple, but the walls were made of a dark gold material, inscribed with slowly flowing crimson runes that emanated a powerful energy fluctuation.

The area is also several times larger.

In the center of the room, a small magic circle appeared, constantly drawing energy from the ground. The stone platform beneath his feet was located on top of the magic circle.

The free energy particles in the air are more refined and several times more concentrated, and with each breath, one feels that the speed of mental energy recovery is accelerating.

The most obvious change is that the area directly opposite the room, where there used to be a wall, has been transformed into a crystal-clear floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window is a vast and boundless sea of ​​stars, with countless stars like diamonds adorning the black curtain. In the distance, magnificent nebulae slowly rotate, as if the entire room is suspended in the deep space of the universe.

These changes signify that he has successfully broken through the Death Arena and stepped into a higher stage of the Ancient God Arena: the Glory Arena.

After figuring out the situation, Minghou's lips finally couldn't help but curl upwards:

"Cheating...it's fucking awesome!"

Just as he was filled with excitement, the small magic circle in the center of the room flashed, and a crystal ball the size of a fist, with a red vortex slowly rotating inside, slowly emerged.

It exudes pure soul energy fluctuations.

Realizing that the reward for 15 wins was in place, he activated the analysis and scan.

Analysis shows that this is a prize called "Battle Spirit Orb", with a sacrifice value of 42 sacrificial power.

In high spirits, he waved and put the valuable treasure into his spatial bag.

Next, he plans to check out the environment of the Glory Arena before considering challenging for 16 wins.

But he felt he was destined to lose this battle.

Once he reaches 16 wins, his strength will increase again, and his current attributes are unlikely to climb any higher.

He closed his eyes, a faint light flashed between his brows, and the perception of his main soul, the eagle-headed demon, was released to its fullest extent.

Like invisible tentacles, they reached out into a new world called "Glory Arena" beyond the room.

Perception penetrates the inscribed rune-covered walls and extends outwards.

The next moment, Minghou suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in his silver eyes.

"This is... the aura of rules?!"

In his perception, the energy particles in this space were not only abundant, but also interwoven with a pattern of rules that was far clearer than those in the Death Arena.

This doesn't seem to be a characteristic of resource nodes.

It's more like... a rule node.

For someone who possesses the soul of an eagle-headed demon, this perception is absolutely correct.

Thinking of this, he immediately looked at the guide:

"Guide, are there any rule nodes here?"

When asked, the water sphere opened its eyes and nodded calmly:
The Arena of Glory is built upon a node of rules; it is the overflowing energy from this node that gives this area its exceptionally high energy density.

"Guide, where is the node?"

After a brief silence, the guide spoke:

After 22 wins, there will be a 3-month championship training camp. If you have the opportunity to enter that area, you will have the chance to touch the core crystal of the rule node and contain it.

22 wins!
A burning desire erupted instantly in his throat.

Having once been a demigod, he craved the power of the rules more than any other player.

Unlike resource nodes, as long as a rule node is contained, all players will receive a new rule power boost.

This is an irresistible temptation.

This is also a boost that can change the overall strength level of the entire player faction.

Just thinking about it made his heart race.

However, he clearly doesn't have the ability to challenge for 22 wins right now.

But as a player, his future holds endless possibilities.

He's determined to get those 22 wins.

Next, he plans to return to his village to build up his strength and set up a gambling city.

Only challenge it when you have enough power to contain the nodes of the rules.

The initial excitement has subsided and transformed into a driving force flowing from the depths of my heart.

Just as Lifethirst was preparing to start the 16-win challenge, to test the strength of 16 wins, and then return to the village for free.

A private message marked as "Special Reminder" popped into my mind.

……

The outside world, Earth.

The azure planet floats in the dark depths of space, as serene as ever.

But this tranquility was shattered in the next second.

Outside Earth's atmosphere, in the airspace near near-Earth orbit, space was suddenly torn apart by an invisible, enormous force, like a fragile piece of cloth.

An irregular spatial rift, spanning tens of thousands of meters, suddenly appeared and continued to extend.

The interior is a deep, twisted, and endless darkness.

Immediately afterwards, countless shadows slowly "flowed" out from the cracks.

This is a massive mechanical legion.

The first to arrive were millions of small assault ships shaped like a swarm of bees.

After emerging in dense numbers, they formed an overwhelming array.

Following closely behind were hundreds of main battleships, each the size of a mountain range.

The massive hull was covered with menacing turrets, and the thick armor plates were engraved with spiritual patterns and numbers, making it look like a mobile steel fortress.

Further away, an even larger, more complex mothership and command ark, resembling a mobile city, are slowly emerging from the crack.

Its scale even surpasses that of many human cities, and its cold observation windows, like the eyes of a behemoth, indifferently gaze down at the blue planet below.

This massive mechanical army is silently approaching Earth at a speed that appears slow but is actually incredibly swift.

It was clearly an aggressive stance.

Their arrival came without warning, without communication, only a cold torrent of steel and a shadow of destruction that instantly enveloped the entire planet.

A catastrophe struck the Earth unexpectedly.

At this moment, inside the core command center of the mechanical legion's mothership.

The walls, ceilings, and floors here are made of flowing data and star charts, with countless pieces of information being refreshed at a speed beyond human comprehension.

In the center of the command room, a blue crystal with a diameter of about thirty meters floats.

Its surface has countless facets that are constantly being finely adjusted, reflecting the energy flow inside, and a huge flow of information is transmitted from here every second.

It is the absolute core of this mechanical legion: the central brain.

It once had a code name: "Star 3".

At this moment, within the supercomputer, streams of cold information are being transmitted.

"Signal source coordinates confirmed... Matching data in progress..."

"Database comparison complete... Confirmed as the coordinates of the disappearance of the three mechanical armies... Determined as the coordinates of the source core..."

"The source core recovery program... is launched..."

At this moment, the brain's gaze pierced through the layers of the mothership's structure and locked firmly onto the blue planet below.

The cold gaze was devoid of any emotion, only an absolute insistence on executing the established procedures.

“Source Core…Father…I’m here.”

Energy flows surged and intertwined on the surface of the central intelligent brain, revealing a star ring mark that was extremely familiar to Earth's creatures and represented the Lunar Eclipse Clan.

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