The Monster is Coming

Chapter 395 The Demon Descends, Players Rejoice

Adventurer's World.

A soft white light flashed, and five slightly tired figures appeared on the dungeon settlement platform in the Adventurer's World.

Their armor was slightly damaged, but their eyes were full of anticipation.

"Same as always, let's take stock." Captain Wulong slammed his heavy shield on the ground with a dull thud.

"12 Gale Wolf pelts, in good condition; three level 4 spirit ores; several Immortal Beans; three Blood Clotting Grasses, but of average quality; oh right, I got a Blue Lantern Gold Coin, which is worth 3000 Sacrifice Power. The other items are not very valuable, but better than nothing."

The mage player "Wind Child," who was in charge of cleaning up the battlefield and tallying the dungeon loot, quickly reported his gains, his tone tinged with a hint of complaint, clearly indicating that he was not entirely satisfied with the rewards this time.

After showing off all the loot from this dungeon run, Wind Child put all the materials back into his inventory and couldn't help but complain:
"Tsk, another guaranteed minimum return. I'm about to throw up from grinding this stupid dungeon. When will it drop something good? I don't need much, just a fragment of the rules will do."

Hearing Wind Child's complaint, "Undying Berserker," a melee player wielding dual blades in the team, flicked the blood off his blades and said speechlessly:
"You already want fragments of the rules, and you're still asking for less? Why don't you just have the Blue Lantern Clan open the resource warehouse and you go in and choose for yourself?"

"It's not impossible. I'll find an opportunity to add the Blue Lantern Clan as a friend, and then I'll message them privately to ask if it's okay." The Son of Wind nodded with a smile, not feeling that there was anything wrong with it at all.

After the banter, the disappointment in everyone's hearts resurfaced as they thought about the rewards from this dungeon run.

Actually, the overall rewards from Adventurer dungeons are quite good.

The amount of profit you gain depends on the difficulty of the challenge dungeon and luck.

But in reality, it seems that luck plays a bigger role than anything else.

Some player teams have a chance to obtain rule fragments even when challenging low-difficulty dungeons.

These semi-veteran players, whose overall level is 70+, managed to get the minimum reward three times in a row when challenging the level 4 dungeon.

"If we didn't have too many Star Vein slots, I really wanted the captain to socket a powerful Life Soul. He's too unlucky, he has to take the blame," Wind Child complained again.

"Bullshit, next time it's your turn to open the dungeon, the captain will give it to you." Captain Wulong, who was recovering from his injuries through breathing, couldn't help but glare upon hearing this.

Just then, the youngest member of the team, "Jump Jump," suddenly looked up:

"Brothers, stop arguing! Look at the forum, Alan from the Gold Coin Merchant Guild has posted something."

"Hmm? What kind of perks is the Gold Coin Merchant Guild offering now?" The team's support player, "Rainy Day," asked casually, glancing at the trading platform.

"It's not a welfare program... well, it could be considered one. Should we give it a try?" Jump said, forwarding the forum post to the team chat channel.

The team members all clicked on the post.

Information about five massive dungeons—Forgotten Tomb, Mud Forest, Crimson Heart, and more—was presented before them.

After learning more about the post, the team members became very interested.

According to the post, the Civilization Space dungeon only produces rule-derived resources.

The adventurers primarily produce various types of resources that the Blue Lantern race no longer needs after absorbing other races.

Going to take on the challenge might actually yield some good results.

Secondly, the Gold Coin Merchants Association explicitly stated that it was willing to purchase everything produced in the dungeon.

How much money you'll make is still unknown, but you definitely won't lose money.

Even if there's no profit at all, just consider it a vacation for the team, a trip abroad.

"Boss, give it a try," Jumpy urged again.
"The post says that the skill orbs inside can be sold for at least 1000 points of sacrificial power at the Gold Coin Merchant Guild. The exact price depends on the type of skill orb. If it's a gold skill orb, our profits from this trip will be quite substantial."

On this rainy day, he closed the trading post interface and looked at Captain Wulong with a hint of expectation in his eyes:
"There are definitely risks, but if the gold coin dealers dare to promote it like this, the profits must be substantial. It's worth a try. My luck in dungeons has been terrible lately, so it's time to change my luck somewhere else."

Captain Wulong remained silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over his teammates' faces, then glancing at the dungeon loot statistics in the team chat channel.

Then he lifted the bone shield and carried it on his back:
"Let's go back to the village to strengthen our defenses, then meet at the exit of the Forest Realm."

"Damn it, let whoever wants to run this trash dungeon run it! Let's go to the Civilization Space to make some money." Wind Child nodded decisively.

……

After 3 hours.

The team of six gathered at the exit of the Forest Realm.

The original five-person team has been expanded by one person.

This is because a teammate who died during a certain dungeon run spent time in seclusion in the "black room" before being revived and rejoining the team.

The leader was a man with a muscular build, like a bear, and heavily armed.

A huge, menacing bone shield was carried on his back, like a tortoise shell, almost covering most of his body.

His name is Wulong. He is the captain of this squad and the most solid bulwark in the team. He follows the path of "physical immortality" to absorb damage.

In his teammates' words, without him, the damage-absorbing character, tanking the damage in front, this team would have fallen apart sooner or later.

Standing next to Wulong was a tall, slender man in a blue robe with cloud patterns—a magic-based player named Wind Child.

As a common mage-type player, he serves as the squad's combat commander and is also in charge of the team's supply depot and loot handling.

In Captain Wulong's words, if this kid hadn't been lucky enough to get to know him at Ale's training camp back then, he'd probably still be sending out resumes, unemployed, or a lone wolf player.

In the legal professions where the "king of cards" (a metaphor for a powerful, influential figure) is prevalent, it's destined to be difficult to find employment without a network of friends and family.

Beside the Son of the Wind was a handsome young man with bulging muscles, carrying two broken sword-shaped weapons.

His game ID is Undying Berserker, the sharpest spear in the team, obsessed with close combat, and always charging in step with the captain.

But in Captain Wulong's eyes, this guy was also a half-baked amateur.

Being obsessed with fighting and having the ability are two completely different things.

Before forming the team, Kuangdao was a member of the competitive gaming circle in the Misty Coast region.

He went to the Ancient God Arena to fight many times, but each time he was easily killed, and even killed by opponents of higher levels.

His mentality collapsed, and he decided to retire from the competitive scene, eventually joining this team.

Although its strength has improved significantly compared to that time.

But Kuangdao chose to stay and never mentioned returning to the competitive gaming circle again.

The only woman in the group, whose game ID was "Rainy Day," stood quietly a little distance away, her petite figure accentuated by a long dress woven from pure white feathers.

She exudes a reassuring aura of life, and two small medicine pouches hang from her waist, making her an indispensable support and healer for the team.

In Captain Wulong's eyes, the support player has been acting a bit too recklessly lately.

It's highly likely that the rejuvenating soul was contained, which promoted her from a janitor to a healer.

I felt triumphant, like I had finally turned my life around.

Wu Long remained silent on the matter.

With the help of a wet nurse, his stress was indeed greatly reduced.

Behind the nanny was a bright-eyed boy named "Jump Jump".

He was lucky enough to get player status as soon as he came of age, and became the team's archer who was skilled in both magic and martial arts.

He is an absolute technical expert, and in Captain Wulong's eyes, he is the most promising player in the team.

There is a chance that he will join a top guild in the future, but Jump has never expressed any intention to leave the team.

He was excitedly fiddling with his newly upgraded rune resonance weapon, a fiery red short bow, with a quiver on his back filled with various arrows.

They are clearly eager to test the power of the new weapon.

The last player to arrive had the ID: Sword's Edge.

He had just been released from the small dark room, and he was wearing a neat black outfit.

Originally, Sword Edge was a magic-based character in the team, but in order to reduce the pressure on the team's front line, he voluntarily switched to Star Vein and embarked on the irreversible path of melee combat.

Although their team is small, the ratio of professional players is almost perfect.

After assembling, Captain Wulong inquired about the direction of this update from his teammates, then waved his hand dismissively:
"Set off."

The teleportation array built by the Gold Coin Merchant Guild is 1200 meters away from the space exit, so it does not hinder other players from entering or leaving.

Upon arriving at the coordinates, the area around the teleportation point was already crowded with people.

Many players formed teams here and prepared to set off.

The six-member team squeezed through the noisy crowd and arrived at the teleportation array, where they followed their captain, Wulong, inside.

Accompanied by a strong sense of weightlessness and spatial distortion, the scene before my eyes changed rapidly.

Once their vision returned, they found themselves in an unfamiliar territory.

Looking around, there are huge trees that block out the sky, with thick vines winding around the trunks like giant pythons, and all kinds of strange flowers blooming on them.

You can also hear the long, drawn-out cries of unknown creatures in the distance, and even further away, the roaring sound of a waterfall rushing down.

Opening the map reveals that this is precisely the edge of the battlefield of the Reverse Tide.

Beneath my feet was soft, black soil covered in mud, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of grass and trees.

Upon entering, they immediately sensed the rich life energy particles in the air.

Although this place is very close to the Senluolin region, the energy quality in the air is significantly better.

It was not the desolate or dilapidated scene of the battlefield they had imagined; on the contrary, it had a primitive and vigorous vitality.

In such an environment, the body's recovery efficiency is significantly improved.

"Is this the western part of Senluo Forest? The environment is much better than I imagined!" Jump Jump looked around curiously and took a deep breath of the air filled with spiritual particles.

"Don't take too much. If you get hooked on the Senluolin region, you might not be able to log off for a long time." Wind Child hooked his arm around Jump Jump's neck and teased him with a smile.

"Don't choke me, Brother Feng."

"Stop fooling around, we still have to go through a teleportation transfer point." Captain Wulong said, stepping forward.

The team members promptly followed.

In a clearing in the woods not far ahead of them, a teleportation array, clearly newly built, was operating stably.

At the core of the formation is a strange seed that rotates continuously, dissipating spatial fluctuations. The ground around it is engraved with complex spatial runes, blending into the entire forest environment.

Player teams kept entering the teleportation array and disappearing.

"Let's go, a lot of sacrificial power is waiting for us."

Captain Wulong took the lead, guiding his teammates toward the natural-style teleportation array.

As soon as he stepped into the teleportation array's range, Wulong's consciousness trembled slightly, as if an invisible ripple swept over him.

Immediately afterwards, his consciousness perceived five pure white points of light, suspended against a background of nothingness and darkness.

He immediately realized that these were five copy options for connecting to the civilized space.

However, there is no name label for the instance, no detailed description of the instance, and no dynamic map scene display unique to the village's teleportation array.

This means that he can only make blind selections.

Even the teleportation process isn't like it is in the village, where the team leader can directly select the entire squad.

"Light up the fifth point of light for everyone."

In the team chat, someone reminded him that Wulong had used his consciousness to touch the fifth point of light.

Suddenly, a strong feeling of weightlessness washed over me.

After another brief period of dizziness, before the scene before him could become clear, the heavy footsteps, like the beating of thousands of war drums, and the wild roars of battle assaulted his senses like a tsunami.

The strong smell of blood, mixed with the pungent smoke from burning cheap tobacco, instantly enveloped the six people with a raw and wild atmosphere of war.

The moment their vision cleared, they found themselves falling from the sky.

The howling wind filled my ears, and below me lay a raging battlefield.

Green-skinned, muscular demon warriors surged like a green tide over the fortress's high walls, which were built of black boulders. The walls were now covered with scratches, dents, bloodstains, and other marks.

Beyond the city walls stretched an endless, raging army of demons, reaching all the way to the horizon.

Clad in simple leather or metal plate armor, they brandished bloodstained battle axes, giant hammers, and spiked clubs, among other weapons, roaring as they charged relentlessly towards the high wall like madmen.

In addition to the ordinary demon infantry, you can also see beast riders riding huge beasts flanking the area, wielding long-handled weapons covered in spikes.

In front of the city wall, a demon warrior nearly five meters tall was wielding a giant weapon and pounding on the wall.

There were also demon mages covered in skull totems, wielding staffs and chanting in the rear, casting blood-red spells on the frontline warriors or summoning twisted, bloodthirsty monsters.

In the sky, bat-like monsters swooped down, carrying demons on their backs that continuously hurled short spears made of condensed energy, unleashing a barrage of firepower at the Iron Stone Clan warriors on the city walls.

The fortress's defenders retaliated with massive ballistae and arrows shimmering with elemental light.

The entire battlefield was filled with the most primitive, savage, and bloody clashes of forces.

Roars, screams, the clash of weapons, and explosions intertwined to create a frenzied symphony.

"Holy crap, it seems we've entered the Crimson Heart dungeon. A demon invasion disaster is unfolding here." Wind Child immediately provided the relevant dungeon information.

"Hahaha, that's awesome! This is where real men should come!" Seeing the scene before him, the Undying Mad Blade's blood was instantly ignited. He crossed his twin blades, producing a metallic clang, and his eyes burned with fighting spirit.

"Rain, get into gear, get ready to pounce!" Captain Wulong roared, and the huge bone shield on his back transformed into a stream of light that flew into his right hand, reforming into a shield shape.

On a rainy day, upon hearing this, Blood Burn, Inspiration, Elemental Protection... three life essence traits were instantly applied to the team members.

Their descent trajectory was precisely in the most intense area of ​​the battlefield, directly above the demon siege army.

"Hahaha, I love this way of entering the battlefield!" Undying Mad Blade spread his arms and cheered excitedly, his body crashing straight into the battlefield like a bungee jumper.

"Brothers, I'll take first blood." Jump adjusted his posture in mid-air, his flaming shortbow already aimed at a demon warrior below who was wielding a warhammer.

Instantly, the health arrows imbued with critical strike properties gathered and compressed at the bowstring.

Boom!
The bowstring vibrated, producing a highly penetrating hum.

The arrow, formed from scorching blood and fiery energy, seemed to transform into a roaring, blood-flaming raptor the moment it left the bowstring.

Wherever the arrow passed, the air was rippled by the intense heat, leaving a clear trail of flames, and the sound of it tearing through the air was like the shriek of a raptor.

The demon warrior below, wielding a warhammer and roaring to the sky, hadn't even had time to see the threat coming from above before the blood-flame arrow pierced precisely into its gaping maw.

boom!
The arrow's extreme destructive power and critical strike properties erupted within the demon's body.

Its body was instantly vaporized.

"Start the slaughter!" Captain Wulong roared, placing the massive bone shield on his back beneath him, making him appear like a heavy meteorite.

boom! ! !
He accurately struck the area where a demon cavalryman was located.

The terrifying impact instantly smashed the burly cavalryman and his mount into a bloody pulp.

The powerful shockwave, combined with the concussive force released by the bone shield, sent dozens of demon warriors flying, clearing a small empty area.

Almost simultaneously, the Undying Berserker Blade landed, unleashing a blood-red cross of blade light with both hands, dismembering the two demon infantrymen on the spot.

On the other side, the sword, wielding itself as one with the sword, unleashed its extreme speed, shooting out like a black lightning bolt and piercing the throat of a demon mage the instant it landed.

Jump Jump fired an arrow with a spread-arrow property in mid-air, splitting in mid-air and accurately hitting three demon siege machines. The explosion and debris instantly halted the offensive in this area.

The Child of Wind landed last, slamming his rune-resonating staff heavily onto the ground.

"Wind, heed my command, blow!"

After his cringeworthy lines, a sparse, menacing gust of wind gathered around him, stumbling and trembling.

Because of insufficient skill, the process of mentally sketching the image took quite a while before it formed a violent, raging tornado.

A sudden burst of energy erupted from him, sweeping the surging demon warriors into the sky.

Then it crashes heavily into the distant demon horde, or against a solid wall.

Finally, the team's support player, "Rainy Day," landed gracefully and pointed into the distance:

"Certainly."

The binding properties enhanced by the scattered arrows immobilized more than ten demons at the same time, before they were swept away by the mad blade as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

In just a few seconds, the squad of soldiers who had descended from the sky smashed into the core area of ​​the battlefield with absolute violence.

Although the demons nearby are all around Hunting Level 50, there is still a significant gap between them and their combined Soul Level of 70+.

A difference of more than 20 levels in combat power is enough to make them a dominant force on the battlefield.

"Awesome!" The Undying Berserker broke away from the squad and charged forward, swinging his twin blades at high frequency.

"Don't just stand there, collect the spoils!" Captain Wulong stood up from the cracked pit, raised his bone shield, and blocked a few scattered arrows.

Upon hearing this, the Son of Wind looked helpless, but still decisively switched the wind to telekinesis and began to clean up the debris on the battlefield.

Recycling is done remotely.

Weapons, equipment, monster pelts, teeth... anything of value was thrown into the spatial inventory.

Although many low-grade materials don't fetch much price and are not valued by their own fellow villagers, they can be offered as sacrifices to Brother Di Zhao.

After all, Brother Di Zhao accepts anything.

If the quantity is large enough, it can be a decent source of sacrificial energy income.

They charged into the wolf pack like several tigers, unleashing a one-sided, devastating slaughter.

Their high-altitude fall into the arena became the prelude to their tearing apart of the battlefield.

Wherever it goes, it destroys everything in its path.

Unlike dungeons, this game features various challenging mechanics that require specific strategies to complete.

Battles in civilized space are pure, unadulterated fun.

During this time, player squads and even entire player teams continuously descended from the sky.

Their arrival was like water falling into a boiling oil pan, instantly causing an uproar on this savage and vast bloody battlefield.

The most shocking sight during this period was undoubtedly the captive "Iron Clan" creatures.

On the city wall, the Iron Stone Clan defenders, who had been fighting fiercely and whose eyes were filled with despair, all fell into a brief daze.

They were tall, with skin that was a grayish-white color similar to granite.

Faced with natural disasters that occur every 40 years and the endless, frenzied attacks of the demons, they were already prepared to fight to the last man.

However, what was happening before their eyes was completely beyond their comprehension.

What they saw was a group of creatures dressed in strange clothes falling like raindrops from the newly formed high-altitude vortex.

Upon landing, it unleashed a terrifying fighting power that left them speechless.

Those powerful demons who had caused them so much suffering and required several people to barely hold them off were easily torn apart like paper before these "heavenly descendants".

Flames, gales, blades, and pure physical forces... all sorts of energy forms that they couldn't understand were at the mercy of these "sky-descended" beings, efficiently reaping the lives of demons.

Especially those celestial beings with strong physiques, who roam the battlefield as if it were empty, their bodies easily able to withstand any form of demonic attack.

“Stone… Stoneheart Warrior.” A young Ironstone warrior gaped, stammering as he looked at the scarred figure beside him.

It is also one of the very few super veterans that have survived two rounds of natural disasters.

The veteran known as the Stoneheart Warrior, whose resolute eyes had witnessed countless battles of blood and fire, was filled with unprecedented shock.

He stared intently at the Skyborne Ones who were rampaging through the demonic tide, his throat bobbing, his cracked lips trembling, but no sound came out.

In his knowledge, and in the entire history of the Ironstone Clan, nothing like this had ever happened before.

History has shown that they have never been allies.

Only generation after generation of their people, alone in this desperate world, fight against the seemingly endless tide of natural disasters with their own flesh and blood.

So, where do these powerful creatures come from? What do they fight for? And what powers do they wield?
Countless questions pounded in the minds of all the Iron Stone warriors.

But soon, the initial shock turned into a spark of hope.

Whoever they are, whatever their purpose is.

They are slaughtering demons, and that is enough.

Shi Xin Zhan Jiang suddenly came to his senses, and the battle blood that had been dormant in his body was ignited.

He raised his massive axe, scarred with countless wounds, high in the air, and with all his might, unleashed a roar that seemed to tear the battlefield apart:

"Warriors of the Ironstone Clan, we are not fighting alone! Follow me and break through the high walls to aid our allies who have descended from the sky! For the Ironstone Clan! For survival! Crush those demon bastards!"

"Roar!"

The Iron Stone warriors guarding the high walls roared with earth-shattering fury, their long-suppressed despair transforming into a surging fighting spirit.

Following General Stoneheart, they leaped down the towering city walls like a gray torrent, charging fiercely into the chaotic battlefield outside the walls.

They rushed toward the nearest "Skyfall" combat zone.

Stoneheart Warrior took the lead, cleaving two demons blocking his path into four pieces with a swing of his giant axe, and attempted to join the fallen warrior in battle.

"Warrior descended from the heavens, the Ironstone Clan will fight alongside you!" Stoneheart Warrior called out benevolently, his massive body attempting to approach and shield the fallen warrior from the flanking demons.

But the next second, something unexpected happened to Stoneheart Warrior and the other Ironstone warriors.

The one who descended from the sky seemed not to have heard his roar at all, or rather, he didn't care.

Just as Shi Xin Zhan Jiang approached, a pair of eyes burning with fighting spirit and killing desire suddenly turned back.

His cold gaze swept over Shi Xin's massive body without the slightest hesitation or intention to communicate.

The response was a simple, brutal, and powerful diagonal slash imbued with the force of violent blood and energy.

boom!
The battle blade, carrying overwhelming power, slammed into the giant axe that the Stoneheart Warrior had hastily parried.

An unimaginable force surged forth like a flash flood.

Shi Xin Zhanjiang felt a sharp pain in both arms, as if he had been hit head-on by a prehistoric beast.

This powerful body, capable of withstanding a demon's charge head-on, flew backward uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string.

Click!

The sound of shattering rang out in rapid succession.

The heavy stone armor he wore, which had withstood two rounds of natural disasters and was engraved with countless merits and marks, was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks under the crushing force of this absolute power, like porcelain struck by a heavy hammer. Then it shattered with a bang, turning into countless fragments of stone that flew in all directions.

puff!
Dark golden blood spurted from Stone Heart's mouth.

Its massive body crashed heavily onto the scorched earth dozens of meters away, rolling more than a dozen times before finally coming to a stop, carving a shallow furrow in the ground.

He lay there, his body covered in cracks, especially his chest, where a clear tear, caused by the erosion of a blood-red blade, was spreading continuously.

The once powerful aura became as weak and feeble as a candle flickering in the wind.

Those once resolute eyes now held only a near-death disorientation.

Just one hit.

This old hero of the Ironstone Clan, who had survived two rounds of natural disasters and was hailed as one of the pillars of the "Desperate Fortress," was almost instantly killed.

The violent blood and qi energy, like a maggot clinging to his bones, raged and wreaked havoc within his body.

Just as Shi Xin was about to die, his clansmen rushed over and took out a golden ball of light, placing it on Shi Xin's forehead.

Instantly, the golden sphere of light transformed into surging life energy and flowed into the stone heart.

Although the spread of the lacerations in his chest could not be suppressed, his body, which had been severely damaged by the blow, began to repair itself at a visible speed, and his mental state recovered somewhat.

This attack made Shi Xin realize a problem.

These fallen beings are not allies at all; all living beings are their targets for slaughter.

At this moment, in the regional chat channel:

"Something's not right. It seems like the ones rushing over are natives from a civilized space, not an invading natural disaster... Whatever, I'll kill them all if they can be turned into sacrificial power."

"Haha, a resource orb just spawned nearby, containing a lot of ingredients with a faint spiritual quality. It was quite an unexpected bonus."

"No, if you steal the natives' resource orbs, what will they eat in the future?"

"Go eat shit. If you're brushing against me, it means you're destined to be with me. There's no such thing as giving it away easily. My treasure-hunting rat at home is still crying for food. Don't you care about what I'm eating?"

"Go eat shit too..."

……

Amid the carnage, the regional chat channel became exceptionally lively.

Players have absolutely no regard for the natives in the civilized world.

Their actions vividly demonstrated the chaotic and greedy nature that "extraterrestrial demons" should possess.

To players, Crimson Heart is just a dungeon instance.

It is a playground that provides them with props, equipment, skills, and other convertible sacrificial resources.

The mountains and rivers here are virtual simulations. The native creatures struggling to survive here, whether they are invading demons or the Iron Stone Clan defending the city walls, are just moving treasure chests of sacrificial power or obstacles in their way.

They don't care about the past or the future of this world.

They don't care about the culture and suffering the indigenous people once had, nor do they care about the consequences of their actions on the world.

The logic of all players is simple and pure:
Once the health bar is highlighted, you can kill it.

Resources are plentiful; you have to grab them!

Those who block my way shall die!
Concepts like good and evil, factions, and morality are powerless in the face of players driven by self-interest.

As the Earthly Bully commented on the players: Their very existence is a unique natural disaster that is neither understandable nor can be erased.

the other side.

Stoneheart, whose injuries had healed somewhat but continued to be injured due to the tearing properties, got up with the help of his tribesmen.

The newly ignited flame of hope was completely extinguished, replaced by a bone-chilling cold.

"Retreat! Retreat back to the city walls, quickly!!!"

Shi Xin let out a heart-wrenching cry, then retreated in a disheveled state, leading the warriors of the Shi Tie tribe towards the city wall.

On the scorched earth where the brutal tug-of-war between the demons and the ironstone race had taken place, the war situation was completely overturned.

More and more players appeared, like a flood that had its gates opened.

The vortex in the high sky hardly stopped.

Players dressed in various outfits crashed into the battlefield with strange screams, like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Upon landing, they naturally joined this frenzied slaughter.

"Hahaha, that's awesome! This monster-slaying is so much more fun than the awful mechanics of the Blue Lantern Clan's dungeons. Tell Blue Lantern I'm not going back anytime soon."

"Brothers, don't rush ahead, let me go first, you guys follow my steps."

"Killing monsters can drop purple orbs... Holy crap, they're skill books! What's the market price for these now? Does anyone know?"

The chaotic shouts of battle, mixed with wild laughter, replaced the roars and cries that once filled the battlefield.

The torrent of players, like countless red-hot daggers, charged in the opposite direction towards the vast army of demons covering the mountains and plains.

In their eyes, this was not the grand battlefield at the village entrance.

Therefore, there is no need for battle formations or defenses. Just kill any demons you see, pick up any light orbs you see, and if there are no light orbs, just pick up any dropped items.

Then look for the next target.

The demon's fierce attacks were repeatedly pushed back by players who had mastered the characteristics of the Soul and possessed super strong individual combat power.

The green tide seemed to have collided with an even more violent wave, not only being resisted but also being pushed backward.

The player's figure rampaged and weaved through the demon army, and wherever he passed, demons fell in droves, turning into white light and resources scattered on the ground.

The battle lines were advancing toward the horizon at a visible pace.

The excited roars and joyful cheers of players as they harvested resources rose and fell, creating a stark contrast to the original atmosphere of despair on this land.

For players, this is a harvest frenzy.

But for the Ironstone Clan, this was a sight that terrified them even more than the invasion of the Demons.

They couldn't imagine what awaited them after the demon horde was defeated.

Perhaps, this will be an even more terrifying apocalyptic frenzy.

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(End of this chapter)