The Monster is Coming

Chapter 396 Happiness Returns, Terrifying Battlefield

The opening of the Civilization Space instance has become the latest hot topic on the forum.

Each of the five large dungeon spaces has its own unique characteristics, and each has its own advantages and disadvantages compared to the "Adventurer's World" run by the Blue Lantern Clan.

Adventurer dungeons excel in their mature system, clear difficulty levels, and higher potential reward ceiling.

There's also the Blue Lantern Shop, provided by the Blue Lantern Clan, where you can exchange specific items for currency earned from dungeons.

Rule fragments are a highly sought-after and valuable resource for players. Once obtained, they can be directly accessed through the auction house regularly held by the Gold Coin Merchant Guild, where they can be sold for a starting profit of over 400 million Sacrificial Power.

The greatest advantage of the Civilization Space lies in its extremely high degree of freedom and almost unlimited carrying capacity.

There is no limit to the number of players in the dungeon, and there are no troublesome "rule-based mechanisms" that require specific steps to solve.

The disaster set up by the Mingshi Clan is, in the eyes of players, the only gameplay in the dungeon.

Once players arrive, they have absolute freedom to explore.

You can venture deep behind enemy lines alone, form a large army to sweep through the invasion lines of natural disasters, or search for resource spawn points on the battlefield.

You can even kill the native NPCs at will.

This simple, straightforward, and unrestrained gaming experience instantly awakened the passion deep within many veteran players.

As players expand their exploration of the monster world, the areas that were once easy to roam freely in the early days are now largely "ruined" by veteran players.

Monsters cannot be resurrected, so you have to go out and find new, exciting areas to grind.

The last time a dungeon provided players with an extremely enjoyable experience was the Spirit Breath Small World dungeon.

The emergence of the Civilization Space allowed veteran players to relive the joy they once experienced.

As one of the most popular posts on the forum put it: "The familiar feeling is back!"

The player who posted the message excitedly wrote in the content:

"It's been so long since I've felt this kind of money-printing joy. No need to study BOSS mechanics anymore, just chop down monsters and grab resources. This is the kind of satisfying, easy-to-play game I've been looking for. Civilization Space, YYDS."

These remarks resonated with many players.

In an instant, the number of players heading to the western teleportation array of Senluolin Realm surged, and there was even a need to queue to enter.

The forum is filled with screenshots of various civilizations' profits, monster-hunting videos, loot displays, and various posts of flame wars caused by fighting over monsters and resources.

Amidst the chaos, there was a vibrant energy.

Civilization Space, by conforming to the "nature" of players, has rapidly risen to become a popular gameplay channel.

Just as Alan predicted, the emergence of the Civilization Space satisfied the needs of many trainees who had graduated from the training camp.

It brings together players from different playstyles in one scene, allowing them to engage in exhilarating battles together.

But this storm, stirred up by the Gold Coin Merchants Association and Alan, has only just begun.

At this moment, the Crimson Heart civilization space had completely become a playground for players.

The green tide that had initially driven local forces to despair now seemed as docile as sheep in the face of the raging "heavenly flood" formed by countless players.

In civilized space, the demon army would be an apocalyptic catastrophe.

But in front of players who have descended upon the monster world, it's a screen full of sacrificial lambs ready to be harvested.

On the battlefield, there are no longer fixed battle lines.

Everywhere you look, you can see groups of three or five players, or even lone wolves, chasing after the demon army that far outnumbers them and hacking and slashing like hungry wolves.

"Don't run, you demon! Take this leaping strike!"

A warrior player laughed wildly, leaped high into the air, and with an exaggerated light effect, smashed a demon leader and his surrounding guards into a bloody pulp with his greatsword.

"Haha, this monster-killing efficiency is even more enjoyable than fighting monsters in the training camp. I hope this fun lasts."

Another mage player stood in a relatively safe rear position. After activating the speed bonus, he decisively used his perception vision to mark the demon repeatedly. Then, the elemental energy in his hand sprayed fireballs, ice spears, and lightning like a machine gun... He didn't care about mental consumption at all; he just wanted to have fun first.

"Brothers, follow me! A demon boss has spawned ahead. It's probably an elite monster. If we kill it, we're sure to get some gold."

A small team spotted their target and immediately reacted like sharks smelling blood.

Ignoring the large number of ordinary demons around them, they charged straight at the larger elite monster, unleashing a barrage of their various abilities that instantly overwhelmed it.

Some players choose to act alone.

Like lone wolves on the battlefield, they roamed freely through the demon army, and wherever they went, demon warriors fell like stalks of wheat being cut down.

They were too lazy to carefully pick up the equipment and weapons from the demons, and only picked up the light orbs that dropped, resulting in an astonishing killing efficiency.

The entire battlefield was chaotic, yet full of vitality.

The cheers of players, the roars of monsters, the explosions of skills, and the occasional verbal sparring caused by fighting over monsters all intertwined to form a noisy symphony that sent players' adrenaline soaring.

Here, there are no dungeon mechanics penalties, no need to worry about where your teammates are, and no need for the raid leader's desperate commands.

Yes, it's just the purest form of killing, plundering, and reaping the pleasure.

Play however you want.

In lower-ranked matches, magic-based players have the most fun.

When they usually join other teams, they are most likely at the bottom of the various professional paths within that team.

It's not that we don't need it, but rather that there's a large quantity to choose from, so there's no shortage at all.

They face the challenge of dealing the highest damage with the least amount of sacrificial power, competing with other players in the same class, and risking being eliminated if they don't achieve high DPS.

But in lower-ranked matches, they are the gods of reaping rewards.

In terms of area-of-effect damage and even harvesting efficiency, their magic-based classes are undoubtedly the kings among all schools.

In this battlefield where teamwork is not required, they completely turned the tide.

To paraphrase a certain regional channel: Our mages have stood up!

The low-intensity, high-density battlefields in the civilized space brought them their own happy times.

The demon's pitiful defense is practically useless against the elemental damage from magic-based players, which is enhanced by various life-soul attributes.

Dense formations make them perfect targets for area-of-effect damage.

"Hahaha, get all of you burning!"

A fire mage player stood on a slightly elevated earthen slope, wielding a runic weapon shaped like a spiked club. Large swaths of dark flames erupted one after another in the densest part of the demon horde. The scorching flames devoured everything, and the damage numbers in the team add-on jumped like a waterfall, with the sacrificial power gain fluctuating wildly.

Here, unlike the village battle where the Earthly Bully controlled space-type units that charged across space to deliver a fatal blow.

They didn't even need to think about positioning, because there were no monsters that posed a threat to them.

With no worries about the future, all that's left is pure enjoyment.

"Attention everyone, I'm about to activate my domain! Villagers nearby, evacuate immediately! No compensation will be given for any accidental injuries."

As soon as a magic-based player finished speaking, arcs of electricity crackled around him, and his Thunder Domain was suddenly activated, instantly unleashing a violent thunderstorm within its range.

He strolled leisurely across the battlefield, and wherever he went, large groups of demons were instantly turned into charred remains, then frozen into ice sculptures by the properties of his ice mist breath, and finally transformed into mist to be absorbed as sacrificial energy.

Nearby players quickly moved away.

Domain-based attacks are a nightmare in group battles, ignoring the area-of-effect damage of both allies and enemies; getting hit by them is no fun.

During this period, some magic-based players also tried to use the Ferocious Wind Technique taught by Lifethirst on the battlefield to conduct practical testing and achieve kills.

The magic-based players on the battlefield were completely immersed in the thrill of mowing down the demons.

Watching the Soul Level experience bar increase at a visible speed, a happy smile spread across his face, feeling that this was the demeanor a God of Magic should have.

Here, scope equals justice, and virality equals truth.

Compared to melee players who run all over the map, these players can simply find a spot to stand in and have fun.

The vast battlefield provided them with the perfect environment to unleash their attacks.

The issue of its own fragility simply doesn't exist; monsters will melt before they can even get close.

This is a pure, mindless, and overwhelming sense of pleasure in reaping.

Many French players were even moved to tears.

I can't remember the last time I felt so carefree being a little weirdo.

How long has it been since I've experienced the feeling of being an army all by myself, dominating the battlefield?

Looking back, it's already a distant memory.

"Brothers, the mages' spring has arrived."

"I hereby declare that Civilization Space is the eternal home of us magic-based players, and Adventurer Dungeons are hereby relegated to the sidelines."

"Brothers from the French school of thought, speak louder in the regional channels, we've stood up!"

The regional chat was filled with triumphant cheers from French players.

All magic-based players experience a sense of exhilaration at breaking free from constraints.

It became the undisputed king of harvest in this carnival feast.

This feeling of freedom, spontaneity, and overwhelming presence is exactly what countless magic-based players yearn to experience.

While other players didn't experience the same intense thrill as magic-based players, they still found it incredibly enjoyable.

It's like a super playground tailored for all players.

Melee players also found it incredibly satisfying.

They no longer need to pay attention to their teammates' status, nor do they need to constantly be careful about their positioning to avoid fatal skills.

Here, they can unleash their full potential, unleashing the power surging within them without reservation.

Charge into the monster horde, activate Musou mode, and watch as the surrounding demons are harvested like straw.

To freely express the violent aesthetics in one's heart.

Players who take damage can also find new enjoyment.

On this battlefield, they are the best embodiment of the word "invincible".

Transforming into a mobile fortress, it forcibly carved a path through the sea of ​​demons with its body; all the damage it took was less than the health it recovered from consuming Qi.

It's impossible to break through the defenses.

The joy of healing and supporting players is rather unique; their stress is greatly reduced here.

No longer do you need to concentrate intensely on the damage you take or the health of other players, nor do you need to time the release of binding or light shields.

Here, they act more as buff deliverers, doubling the fun for their teammates.

They can even free up their hands to browse forums and consume spiritual food, while the sacrificial power gains will be delivered to them by their teammates who are enjoying farming.

Even lone wolves can enjoy the freedom to explore and the carefree spirit of coming and going like the wind.

Players who enjoy socializing are naturally drawn to the exhilarating experience of being part of a large group and collectively shouting slogans to sweep everything aside.

Every player can find their own enjoyment here.

The entire civilized space is like a theme park with generous rewards.

They rampaged and acted recklessly, turning the cruel disaster set by the Mingshi Clan into their own grass-cutting frenzy.

This low-barrier, high-return, and stress-free experience has left all participating players thoroughly entertained.

Within two days, various memes about civilized spaces began to circulate on the forum:

For example, did you go to a cultural space to relieve stress today?
Or perhaps, there's no problem that can't be solved by spending an hour in the Civilization Space experiencing a doomsday catastrophe; if there is, then spend two hours.

Arlan initially opened this instance for strategic purposes, but the popularity of the Civilization Space exceeded his expectations.

It all comes down to the word "satisfying brush".

In addition to the substantial rewards, it also provides a fun outlet for players.

Players have no interest in the skill orbs and other resources produced from dungeons.

There are only two ways to deal with it: sacrifice it to the Emperor, or sell it to the Gold Coin Merchants Guild.

Sacrificing the Emperor's omen is considered by players to be the most foolish choice.

Di Zhao's bone-breaking technique always involves slashing the ankle.

Aside from the equipment and bones on the demons, which are cheap resources that can't be disposed of, they can be dumped on Brother Di Zhao.

For other valuable goods, only the Gold Coin Merchant Guild can maximize their profits.

Therefore, the output of dungeons has also brought a new high-speed growth point to the Gold Coin Merchant Guild's revenue.

The Gold Merchant Guild offers players two acquisition methods for the equipment, items, and skills produced.

One option is to resell on behalf of others, still following the original revenue-sharing model, taking 10% of the selling price as a handling fee.

Another option is a fixed price, where the price is set directly according to the Gold Coin Merchant Guild's valuation, and the subsequent selling price is irrelevant to the player.

The vast majority of players choose the reseller model.

Through the Gold Coin Merchant Guild, they exploit the resources of the Azure Star Sea and even other sea tribes.

But while some are happy, others are sad.

In the endless dimensional rifts, far removed from the noisy battlefields of civilized space.

A figure sat suspended above the sea of ​​nothingness, his body flowing with profound laws and runes.

In its field of vision, the entire space resembled a vast, boundless ocean composed of countless spheres of light.

Each sphere of light represents a civilized space that has been marked, observed, and incorporated into the "chronicles" of the Mingshi Clan.

Like stars in a galaxy, they operate according to the trajectory set by the "Historians," providing stable rules for generating energy output.

The figure suspended in mid-air is the Chronicler, responsible for patrolling the civilized space of the Mingshi Clan.

His divine sense, like invisible ripples, gently swept across the long river of civilization, sensing the state of each sphere of light, as well as the energy fluctuations, emotional spectrum, and the progress of the weaving of the historical threads emanating from them.

This is its monotonous daily routine throughout its long history.

However, just as his thoughts swept over one of the orbs representing the "Crimson Heart Civilization," his divine sense suddenly froze.

Something is wrong!
The "energy flow" emanating from this sphere of light seems somewhat unusual.

The image of the "Chronicle" automatically appeared in its mind, silently turning the pages and accurately locking onto the contents recorded in the "Heart of Blood" for comparison.

The situation unfolded exactly as it had anticipated.

The emotional spectrum that should have been filled with despair, struggle, tragedy, and a sense of historical weight forged from various painful emotions has become incredibly chaotic... It even captures various scattered feelings of pleasure.

What puzzled it even more was that the energy flow that should have been steadily generated from the rules was now flowing out at a speed that was almost like a "leak".

"Hmm?" The chronicler let out a soft exclamation.

A slight ripple stirred in his otherwise calm emotions.

It decisively extended its perception deep into the Blood Heart civilization space, wanting to see clearly what was happening inside.

The feedback received was even more confusing.

A multitude of faint yet greedy auras of abnormal life force permeated the area, their behavior patterns completely defying the known logic of the Crimson Heart civilization. With a wave of his hand, the flow of time within the civilization's space was projected into his mind.

Information about past events within the space is clearly presented.

It saw countless unknown life forms that did not belong to the "observation sample race" of the Crimson Heart, and they were frantically attacking the monsters generated by the cycle of disasters built for the Crimson Heart.

The attacks even targeted observation sample groups, leaving behind a trail of destruction and a sharp decline in historical value wherever they went.

This was clearly not the planned plot development.

These creatures, which should not exist in the first place, are like termites clinging to the foundation of this civilized world, frantically devouring the energy derived from the rules that should be recycled.

For the first time, the chronicler's indifferent mood was tempered by a hint of anger due to a problem within his duties.

Its territory was invaded by a swarm of locusts that appeared out of nowhere.

This matter must be thoroughly investigated.

The Chronicler acted immediately. The figure suspended in the sea of ​​nothingness did not move, but a projection containing its supreme will and the authority of law had already crossed the layers of spatial barriers and ruthlessly descended upon the space of the Crimson Heart civilization.

This projection was not a physical entity, but a manifestation of the power of rules, like a towering, semi-transparent giant phantom that suddenly appeared in the sky above the battlefield.

Its face was blurred, only a pair of indifferent eyes, like stars, looked down at the chaotic battlefield below.

The immense divine power transformed into a tangible tsunami, instantly silencing the noisy battlefield.

Whether it was the frenzied demons attacking or the desperately resisting Iron Clan, at this moment they all felt a shiver and suffocation from the depths of their souls.

However, the players' reactions were quite different.

They all looked up at the sky, their eyes filled with curiosity, not fear.

"Holy crap?! A huge thing suddenly appeared, damn it, that scared the hell out of me! Did this trigger a scene cutscene?"

"After scanning the data, it appears to be a demigod projection called the Chronicles... Oh no, the farmer has come to inspect."

"No way! I haven't had my fill of playing yet, and they're already closing the place. Can I watch an ad and stay to keep playing?"

……

Faced with the projection of the demigod-level expert, players took screenshots to commemorate the moment.

They all understood what the appearance of a demigod-level expert meant.

Before entering the game, many players read the background information on the civilization space provided by "Shoujili" and learned that the five major dungeons were all developed under the control of a force called the Mingshi Clan.

Their current behavior is no different from a weasel breaking into a farm to steal chickens.

Now that the chicken-stealing has been discovered by the owner, he will inevitably be killed and sent back to the village to face the wall for an hour.

The next second, the projection of the law gave the same answer as the player had expected.

The illusory figure formed by the laws slowly raised its hand, and the power it released precisely locked onto the figures of all the players on the battlefield who exuded the aura of "anomalies".

The fingers moved gently through the air, as if plucking a string on a musical instrument.

A surge of energy rippled downwards.

With this casual flick of the wrist, the locked-on players—whether they were mages enjoying their runs, warriors charging forward, or roaming assassins—froze instantly, then gradually blurred out as if erased from a drawing.

It eventually vanished completely, turning into wisps of scarlet mist.

[Challenger's Notice: You have been killed by the "Chroniclers" and your soul has returned to Emperor's Tomb Village. You are now on a one-hour resurrection cooldown: 59.59.]

All players touched by the ripples received this familiar notification at the same time, before their vision was swallowed by darkness.

Immediately, the world chat channel was flooded with the voices of the deceased players.

"The fun was only half over before it was over. That guy called the Chronicler came out for a one-on-one fight, and what the hell was he? He just sent it back to me like that, without even asking for my permission?"

"Haha, this is interesting. This BOSS is awesome, but I'll come again next time. From now on, the Civilization Space will be my new home. I can't wait to go there again."

"It was too short! I entered late and was kicked out in less than an hour. Let me out now, I want to continue having fun (smashing the door of the dark room.jpg)."

"Stop barking, all of you. It's not uncommon for someone to be killed for stealing food. Do you think this is Ah Le's training camp, where you're shown ads to skip the punishment?"

"Brothers, meet at the teleportation point later. We'll still be heroes in an hour."

……

The Chronicles' forceful clearing of the field did not dampen the players' enthusiasm; on the contrary, it aroused their even stronger desire for challenge.

It's just a special mechanism of the dungeon; if you spend too much time in the dungeon, you'll be forcibly kicked out.

As for death, that's called a strategic resupply to the village.

While you're at it, take a look at the village and the magnificent statue of Brother Di Zhao to cool off a bit.

An hour later, they were back to being heroes, their actions unrestrained, and their backpacks full of spoils.

But the pleasant mood was quickly shattered.

Players who were in the other four civilization spaces and were lucky enough to escape the impact appeared and flooded the screen at this time.

The world channel is filled with heartfelt greetings from fellow villagers:
"Oh my god, I'm dying of laughter. I heard that the Bloodheart server next door was forcibly kicked offline by the BOSS? Our Mudwood is doing just fine, nothing's happening, and we're still having a blast grinding (attached: screenshot of monsters lying dead everywhere.jpg)."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I feel sorry for you guys. The Forgotten Tomb is peaceful and quiet. By the way, let me show off the loot I just got (screenshot of three skill orbs flashing with golden light.jpg). Oh dear, I made a small profit by accident. It's so boring grinding, not fun at all."

"A congratulatory message from next door: there are plenty of monsters here, brothers, keep grinding... Oh wait, it seems like you guys have to start all over again?"

These remarks are undoubtedly a blatant taunt to players who have just been "removed" by the system and are currently on their countdown to respawn.

Suffering together is not terrible; what is terrible is that while the villagers are still eating meat, they are locked in a dark room.

Seeing others get rich is worse than death.

the other side.

The Chronicler's Law projection swept indifferently across the Blood Heart civilization space, confirming that all the "parasites" had been eliminated.

Then, the enormous phantom vanished with a roar, just as it had appeared, and its terrifying divine power receded like a tide.

But the divine consciousness did not dissipate, and once again enveloped the civilized space.

It realized that so many "outliers" could arrive in this world with such precision.

Therefore, there must exist a spatial rift connecting to the outside world.

Getting rid of the woodworms is only a temporary solution; finding potential spatial fissures is the key.

Its divine sense meticulously scanned and analyzed every inch of the space structure and network of the Crimson Heart world.

His divine sense swept across the scorched battlefield, past the towering fortress walls, and through the churning demonic clouds... carefully examining spatial fluctuations that did not conform to civilized space.

From a sensory perspective, the entire world transforms into a complex structure woven from countless spatial threads.

The vast majority of regions follow the operational structure set by the Mingshi Clan.

As the scan continued, the Chronicler's divine sense locked onto an anomaly above the main battlefield.

There exists a structurally stable spatial vortex here.

It is out of place with the spatial structure of the world, and feels like a spatial black hole.

Continuous energy fluctuations are emanating from there, establishing a stable connection with some unknown outer realm.

A murderous intent flashed through the chronicler's mind.

Without the slightest hesitation, its divine sense, like the most precise scalpel, traced the source along the subtle spatial fluctuations.

To penetrate the rift and reach the other end of the spatial passage.

Let's see which foolish force dares to extend its tentacles into the Mingshi Clan's "ranch".

Since they dare to "steal," they should be prepared to be attacked in return.

It has made up its mind to drag that ignorant civilization on the other side of the rift into the sea of ​​civilizations as well.

Create a new ranch that can continuously produce rule-derived energy.

But just as its consciousness passed through the spatial passage and reached the other end, a surge of energy rippled through its consciousness.

Such rich spiritual energy from heaven and earth!

This was the chronicler's first reaction.

At the other end of the rift, the energy concentration and activity in the air far exceeded that of the region where the Mingshi tribe lived.

Just then, he noticed the large number of "worms" below.

Before it could investigate further, a series of violent energy fluctuations surged in from the far distance like a tide.

Although these energies were blocked by some invisible barrier, its divine sense could still clearly detect the terrifying power contained within them.

An aura of destruction, a surge of blood energy... and the energy generated by various laws that it could not immediately analyze were colliding at high frequency in the distance, creating a spreading aftershock.

Its intensity and scale made it tremble.

The chronicler's consciousness suddenly sharpened, and his initial contempt was instantly replaced by vigilance.

It immediately suppressed the scattered fluctuations of its divine consciousness and reduced its own presence to a minimum.

Like an invisible ghost, it cautiously probed in the direction from which the impact waves were coming from.

Before long, the Chronicler's consciousness appeared above the 7th battlefield of the Reverse Tide.

The scene of war below was clearly imprinted into its mind through its divine sense.

The chronicler, one of the highest-ranking members of the Mingshi clan who had witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations and woven countless histories, experienced a violent tremor in his consciousness.

They were stunned and shocked like never before.

The land below was no longer a battlefield in the traditional sense, but an ultimate meat grinder where the laws roared.

On one side was a heavily arrayed, overwhelmingly powerful anti-current army.

Countless warriors wore psionic armor flowing with dark runes and wielded various weapons that emitted terrifying energy fluctuations.

Their battle formation was perfectly integrated, and every time they roared in unison, it resonated with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The combined attack unleashed by wielding weapons was like a destructive tide, crumbling everything in its path.

Cold, chilling, and filled with absolute order and a will to destroy, these warriors, in the Chronicles' eyes, seemed to be killing creatures created solely for war.

On the other side, there was an endless army of Soul Returners, seemingly descended from the deepest abyss, with bizarre and varied forms.

The Parasitic Mode brings a complex form of warfare to the Soul Returners.

There is a collection of vengeful spirits that are ethereal and formless yet capable of tearing apart the soul.

It is a colossal statue pieced together from the flesh and blood of living beings.

There were also knights riding ferocious beasts, their bodies exuding a dense aura of malevolence... They had no orderly formation, but with their overwhelming numbers and completely unsystematic attack methods, they were like a death wave, constantly crashing against the steel defenses of the Reverse Tide Legion.

It is very familiar with the third-party forces on the battlefield.

It was the terrifying black tide that nearly wiped out the Mingshi Clan and left them with unforgettable memories.

However, the Black Tide Legion on the battlefield is even more terrifying than the one that brought them despair before.

The evil spirits here seem to be composed of pure darkness, chaos, and malevolent thoughts, and their forms are constantly shifting.

Sometimes they transform into enormous shadows that devour light, sometimes they split into countless screaming, twisted individuals, and sometimes they coalesce into terrifying, suspended totems... Wherever they gather, space is polluted, energy is distorted, and the earth is corrupted into swamps bubbling with viscous black bubbles.

The methods of attack from evil spirits are even more unbelievable: mental pollution, massive-scale curses, existence erasure... they are simply impossible to defend against.

The three powerful clans clashed, slaughtered, and annihilated each other on this vast, boundless battlefield.

Every second, tens of thousands of combat units are completely wiped out, but soon more war units are added to fill the gaps.

In the eyes of the Mingshi Clan, forbidden spells bloomed here like fireworks, painting the sky with various colors.

The earth has long since vanished.

Even the healing speed of the monster world couldn't allow the earth to recover quickly, and the entire space seemed to be suspended in the void.

Below was endless darkness.

During this time, powerful figures could occasionally be seen tearing through space, engaging in brief and dangerous leaps and pursuits.

Demons danced wildly, and gods and demons shed blood.

The scene that divine consciousness saw was like a brutal war painting.

Every inch of the canvas is burning, collapsing, and then briefly reshaping itself in the collision of extreme forces.

A war of this magnitude, if fought on a small scale, could instantly evaporate the entire world.

It also exceeded the standards by which their historical clans used to measure the value of civilization.

Its earlier attempt to trace the source and punish the "parasites" now seems utterly ridiculous.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Chronicle's consciousness decisively retreated, wanting only to escape this insane battlefield that made its very soul tremble as quickly as possible.

But just as its consciousness began to waver slightly, a slight ripple appeared.

boom! ! !
A phantom of a soul beast suddenly tore through space and crashed down beside it.

The extreme evil aura, condensed from madness, resentment, and other negative wills, was like the screams of billions of wronged souls. In an instant, it transformed into an invisible torrent of corrosion, fiercely sweeping towards the chronicler's consciousness.

The terror of this aura far surpassed any concept of "evil" it had ever known.

The chronicler's consciousness was forcibly invaded by this evil spiritual force, and a terrifying scene that was rapidly unfolding in his mind exploded.

In the image, a dark, wriggling seed drifts in the boundless void.

I fell into a vibrant world, and roots instantly pierced its core.

Fast forward to the scene: billions of beings in that world, regardless of strength, their flesh, souls, and even traces of their existence, are devoured by the evil creatures that hatch from the seed.

The world turned to desolate dust, but the evil creatures set off again to search for the next world.

It doesn't devour living beings, it devours the world.

In subsequent scenes, world after world is swallowed up, and the same process repeats itself.

The power of the evil creature multiplied and expanded infinitely at an unbelievable speed, without any growth bottlenecks.

Ultimately, this extremely evil monster, which had devoured countless creatures, descended upon the monster world at the call of its kind.

At this moment, the Chronicler could even sense that his own consciousness was being polluted and assimilated by the mental shock released by this evil creature.

The wails of billions of creatures being devoured were gnawing at its consciousness.

"not good!"

The chronicler was horrified.

Without hesitation, it chose to burn its divine consciousness, even at the cost of damaging its own foundation, just to break free from the boundless black hole of evil and find a glimmer of hope.

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　　Book Recommendation: *The Heretical Immortals*

　　Author: Cuckoo Chat

　　Synopsis: A young Taoist priest, only sixteen years old, desires nothing more than immortality. He cultivates himself as medicine and nourishes his body as sustenance, a story of a mortal seeking immortality through tribulations.

　　
　
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