The Monster is Coming

Chapter 397 Escape by Cutting Off the Tail, Time-Limited Dungeon

Just as the evil forces were about to strike along the path of divine consciousness.

The chronicler made the most decisive decision, completely severing and abandoning this wisp of divine consciousness that transcended space.

The divine consciousness was extinguished instantly under the cover of darkness, like a gecko shedding its tail to survive.

Suddenly, a tearing sensation originating from the very source of one's soul came over me.

However, it successfully broke free from the power that the soul beast was using to erode it through the connection of divine consciousness, and its consciousness retreated in a sorry state to the other end of the spatial rift.

They eventually returned to the sea of ​​civilization.

Still shaken, it suddenly realized what kind of being had attacked it.

This is a special kind of life directly conceived and generated by rules.

At the level of life, its life structure is more perfect than that of the Mingshi clan.

A normal living being that has absorbed the memories of many other living beings will inevitably fall into a state of confusion where it cannot recognize itself.

The more it devours, the more chaotic its memories become.

The Mingshi Clan also possesses the ability to devour, but this devouring process removes many components.

For example, the emotions and memories of living beings.

But life governed by rules is supported by a unique life structure.

This explains why that evil creature, after devouring billions of lives and merging countless chaotic memories and extreme emotions, did not succumb to madness or self-collapse due to the massive flood of information.

Instead, they integrated and refined all resources into a controllable war force.

The life structure based on the fundamental rules makes devouring and fusion as natural for them as eating for ordinary creatures.

No matter how much they devour, their core consciousness will never change.

Everything from the outside will ultimately become nourishment for strengthening the origin, and will not shake the foundation of its existence.

He escaped by sheer luck, but the chronicler's consciousness trembled slightly with lingering fear.

The demigod monster that suddenly attacked seemed to have no concept of fear, nor any thought of weighing the pros and cons.

Its operational logic seems to consist only of the most primal instinct to devour, an extreme desire for higher energy sources, and absolute obedience to the orders of the behind-the-scenes war.

This means that if we hadn't decisively abandoned our divine senses and fled, choosing instead to fight back...

Even the slightest display of power for deterrence or retaliation will immediately provoke the other side to fight to the death, regardless of the cost.

It's simply because it can be swallowed.

As for the cost, perhaps the other party, or even the forces behind them, don't care at all.

Such precious, high-level life forms are being used as expendable soldiers in war.

It cannot fathom the extent of the madness of the forces behind this.

Throwing such a life form with limitless potential and near-immortality into a meat grinder-like battlefield is like firing a divine weapon as a disposable arrow—it's a desecration of power.

It is also a kind of waste of resources that makes its scalp tingle and cannot be estimated.

But when it thought of the Black Tide among the three forces, it suddenly understood.

The fact that they can contend with the Black Tide Legion proves that this force also has a terrifying efficiency in consuming resources.

They can be as fearless of death as the Kuroshio.

In fact, all three forces are like this.

Through violent wars, they crush and devour each other, and draw power from the logic of some unknown rules.

This explains why the three forces didn't care about the sacrifices.

Even if a large number of our own elite troops are killed every minute and every second, the war will not stop.

Because none of the three parties care.

Even demigods are merely expendable on this battlefield.

Therefore, it can be concluded that behind these three forces, there must be divine-level combat power, or even more than one.

Behind the Black Tide Legion, there is most likely a king of the divine realm in charge.

With this in mind, it completely abandoned the idea of ​​turning the power at the source of the teleportation array into a civilized space.

How foolish that idea seems now.

Although the Mingshi clan is strong, it has not yet grown to this level.

If they were to actually make a move, they would likely be drawn into the millstone of war between the three forces, and be strangled and swallowed by the endless waves of conflict.

The unusual circumstances discovered in this exploration go far beyond the scope of "abnormal intrusion".

It involves a higher level of terrifying forces that threaten the very foundation of the Mingshi Clan.

None of these three parties are something that the Mingshi Clan can currently contend with.

But what it didn't understand was what the relationship was between these three forces and those parasites that invaded the Blood Heart civilization space.

It is certain that these parasites are connected to these three forces.

But they are not of the same kind.

Whether in terms of power level, life strength, or even life form, the parasites and the three forces have no similarities.

These parasites don't even qualify to enter the three-way battlefield.

So, what exactly are they?
The original plan was to follow the spatial passage and wipe out the entire tribe at the end.

It now appears that this idea is not feasible.

Having personally experienced the horrors of the three-way war, it fears that going there again would attract the attention of all three forces.

If these three forces were to come along the passage, the Ming Shi Clan's sea of ​​civilization would be completely torn apart.

This will severely weaken the growth rate of the Mingshi Clan, leaving them greatly weakened.

But doing nothing is not an option either.

Various ideas collided and intertwined fiercely in the chronicler's mind.

Anger, fear, the urge to destroy, and the caution to survive—complex emotions churned within him.

Directly tracing back to the source and launching a campaign would be tantamount to courting death, and might even bring annihilation upon the Mingshi clan.

The terrifying scene of that three-way war haunted my mind like a nightmare, impossible to shake off.

The spatial passage cannot be closed from within the Crimson Heart civilization space; it can only be closed at its source.

Therefore, starting with civilized space is clearly not feasible.

Although it can reinforce the spatial structure, this teleportation channel is very strange, as it seems to contain strands of rule-level spatial power.

This is not a problem that can be defended by reinforcing the space passage.

As for completely closing and purifying the "Crimson Heart" space, while this could eradicate the current problem of parasites, it would also result in the loss of a mature "Chronicle Chapter".

The cost is also significant, meaning that a stable source of energy derived from the rules has been cut off.

However, leaving it unattended is absolutely out of the question.

If these pests are allowed to gnaw away, energy loss and historical pollution will only get worse.

Ultimately, this will also lead to a sharp drop in the value of the space.

Weighing the pros and cons, calculating the risks... countless solutions were deduced and rejected in an instant.

Ultimately, a relatively conservative but safe strategy prevailed.

Since we cannot easily eradicate the source, we should guard the gates and kill as many as come.

If enough are killed, these parasites will surely retreat in the face of difficulties.

Like regularly trimming overgrown weeds, it may be troublesome, but at least it preserves the "historical chapters" themselves.

This also avoids direct conflict with unfathomable forces at the source.

At the same time, it believes that it is necessary to strengthen the monitoring of other civilization spaces.

Once traces of such "worms" are discovered, they can be eradicated as quickly as possible, never given the chance to take root and spread.

This may be a long and drawn-out battle.

It will consume a lot of its energy, but it is currently the safest option.

Before figuring out the exact origins of those "parasites" and their relationship with the three terrifying forces, the Mingshi Clan needs to lie low and exercise caution.

In the monster world, where powerful races abound, survival is always paramount in the process of climbing to the top.

Only by surviving can we have a future.

Its divine sense swept across the now quiet Crimson Heart space once more.

Consciousness, like an invisible law, is etched into the underlying logic of this space, leaving a perceptual imprint as a deep-seated monitoring mechanism.

The chronicler's consciousness then slowly receded from this area.

Returning to the vast ocean of civilization, it continues its observation and vigil.

However, beneath the calm surface lay a heightened sense of vigilance.

The terrifying scene of the three-way battle was still etched deep in his consciousness, lingering there.

The devastating collision that tore apart dimensions cast a shadow over its heart.

On such a vast battlefield, ordinary strength has long lost its meaning; once deployed, it will instantly turn into dust and nutrients.

It brought it an unprecedented sense of urgency... and even a sense of insignificance.

This is the world of monsters.

The path to climb is not rugged, but rather endless.

Thinking he had conquered a mountain peak, he looked up and realized he had only just stepped onto a large rock.

Ahead lay even more magnificent mountains, and even more terrifying figures tumbling and fighting in the clouds.

The aftershocks from each of their collisions were enough to shatter everything they had painstakingly built into dust.

Today's predator roars and howls, ruling over a continent, believing itself to have reached the pinnacle of power.

Perhaps tomorrow it will silently become the dregs that other races will drain of all their nutrients and discard at will.

The line between strong and weak depends on who you are comparing yourself to.

For every civilization in the ocean of civilizations, the end of the world is an insurmountable calamity.

But in the eyes of the Mingshi clan, so-called calamities are nothing more than plot events that are generated at will.

What the Mingshi Clan sees as a calamity might just be a prelude to destruction casually created by some superpower.

The contrast is too great.

To ants, hyenas are a cataclysmic disaster.

In a hyena pack, the male lion is the undisputed king.

The territory guarded by the lion pride may have been just a patch of forest accidentally collapsed while the dragon was asleep, and it may not have even noticed the slight commotion under its feet.

The rules a race relies on, the power forged from its accumulated resources, and even the glorious epics it writes are meaningless in the eyes of a higher dimension.

They all share a common characteristic.

They don't analyze the culture or history of "food," they only care about whether the meal is delicious.

At this moment, the chronicler suddenly felt a sense of empathy for the groups in the civilized world.

Putting ourselves in their shoes, isn't the Mingshi Clan's position in the monster world similar to that of a weak race kept in captivity in these civilized spaces?

Perhaps a higher-dimensional being is also observing the behavior patterns of the Mingshi Clan in some way that it cannot comprehend.

Savoring the "rule energy" they produce.

They will use the tortuous growth of the captive population as a historical embellishment, or perhaps a higher-dimensional being will also regard the growth, efforts, and struggles of the historically significant people as an interesting case study.

The more I think about this problem, the more bewildered I feel.

The monster world is too cruel, allowing no room for naivety or wishful thinking.

Weakness itself is the original sin.

Every breath, every step of growth, is like dancing on a knife's edge, with an endless abyss beneath your feet.

The way a group disappears is even more unpredictable.

Destruction beyond our comprehension could occur at any moment.

The way a race in the civilized space might face destruction is perhaps a single thought of its own historical clan.

Does the monster world also possess such unimaginable power, capable of easily creating an irresistible apocalyptic catastrophe for the Ming Shi Clan?

This shows that survival in the monster world is like a gamble.

Bet that you rise fast enough to have the resources to fight back or run away before more powerful predators notice you.

Or they're betting that your accumulated resources are strong enough to make you a superpower that graces the dinner table.

A similar special case is recorded in the chronicles of the Mingshi clan.

That race, under the cruel survival rules of the monster world, wrote an epic of rise that is almost legendary.

Their names have long been lost to the changing times. In the archives of the Mingshi Clan, they have only one code name: the Shedding Serpent Clan.

The origins of this ethnic group were as humble as dust.

When they first arrived, resources were scarce, they were surrounded by powerful enemies, and they had no special talents.

In the scale of the monster world, they are almost destined to be eliminated or become food for other races.

But the molting snake clan took a completely different path.

They honed their survival skills into the most powerful racial talent.

In the early days, when faced with predators they could not defeat, they never stubbornly fought to the death, but instead learned, imitated, and even stole with astonishing efficiency.

The opponent's power system, fighting style, social structure... everything is greedily analyzed, dismantled, absorbed, and then integrated into themselves.

Every failure, even every escape, becomes nourishment for their transformation.

Their war architecture also changes rapidly as it grows, with ruthless pragmatism at its core, iterating wildly.

Tactics that work today will be completely abandoned without hesitation if they are countered tomorrow, in order to develop more efficient killing methods.

This ethnic group has no traditional constraints or moral shackles, only the ultimate pursuit of "survival and victory".

The power structure within the group is even more straightforward: the strong rise to power, and the weak are eliminated.

Blood ties and kinship cannot bring any advantage to the next generation.

But the most important factor in this group's rise to power was the favor of luck.

During countless migrations and exiles, they repeatedly found relics and treasures on the verge of extinction, acquiring a wealth of technology or knowledge.

The molting snake clan chose to continue using the gifts of fate as bargaining chips on the next battlefield, betting everything.

In this snowballing manner, it eventually ignited into a raging fire.

Their rise has been incredibly rapid.

Like a snake shedding its skin, each time it breaks free of its old shell, it is accompanied by intense pain.

But with each evolution, it becomes even more ferocious and powerful.

From being weak and humble to taking the initiative, they began to hunt down beings they once looked up to.

Compared to their humble origins, the molting snake race at this stage is worlds apart, having risen to a completely different level of life.

Ultimately, this weak force became a behemoth with its own set of rules.

This record is regarded by them as an extremely rare exception, a miracle of rise with a slim probability.

But good luck eventually comes to an end.

Or rather, in the unfathomable dark forest of the monster world.

When you burn brightly enough, you will inevitably attract far more attention from higher dimensions than you can imagine. Just as the molting serpents were brimming with confidence, believing they had truly embarked on the path to the pinnacle, they encountered the Inscription Clan.

This encounter brought a cruel harvest.

For the Mud Serpent Clan, the Ming Shi Clan at that time was a catastrophe that came without warning.

Their proud war architecture, forged in countless fires and bloodshed, is nothing but a joke in the face of the Mingshi Clan.

War is an even greater dimensional crushing force.

When the war ended, the wildfire that the molting snake clan had started from the faint light only illuminated their own fate of becoming nourishment for the Mingshi clan.

At the gambling tables of the monster world, the "Shedding Serpent" clan once won an astonishing amount of chips.

It was able to rise from obscurity and even become a rule-based power at one point.

But what they ultimately encountered was the Ming Shi tribe, which they could not defeat at all.

At this moment, the chroniclers also had similar worries, fearing that their own people might also become pawns in another game.

Every rise may just be a footnote in a grander narrative.

Just as the long rise of the Serpent Clan ultimately condensed into a footnote in the "Chronicle": The glory of the serpent's molt has finally entered my treasury; the tragic chapter serves as a warning.

The Monster World has publicly revealed a bloody path to advancement.

There are too many forces like the Shedding Serpent Clan, who, knowing that the road ahead is littered with corpses and hope is slim, still descend upon them like moths to a flame.

They embarked on this thorny path to the pinnacle of the monster world without hesitation.

This type of force can be further divided into two types.

The first scenario is that resources are exhausted, making it impossible for the race to continue developing, so they can only choose a higher-dimensional world to support their civilization.

The second type they call: climbers.

The world in which these ethnic groups were born has become a cocoon that shackles the development of civilization.

The world's land has long been explored to its limits, the upper limit of energy is clearly visible, and the forms of civilization have become solidified and stagnant.

There, they may already be the supreme rulers, standing at the pinnacle of all living beings.

But looking up, one sees a world barrier that stretches to the horizon.

That kind of power is a suffocating perfection, and also a deathly silence with no further progress.

The Mingshi tribe also experienced this kind of suffering.

Once upon a time, they too were confined to a small corner of the world.

Everything in that world has been explored to its fullest extent; every inch of land is imprinted with the dust of history; every material has been analyzed and utilized to the limits of theory.

They reached the pinnacle of civilization, looking down upon everything they had created, only to find that there was no way forward.

In a state of utter stillness, emotions can no longer give birth to new colors.

Art, philosophy, technology... all fields have reached a closed loop, lifeless and unable to stir up the slightest ripple.

The whole world is like a completely solidified crystal ball.

They were trapped within it, becoming prisoners of their own glory.

This kind of "perfection" is itself the cruelest punishment, bringing with it a growing, maddening nihilism.

This state was once the dream of the Mingshi tribe, and countless tribesmen shed their blood and fought passionately for it.

But now it has become a tomb.

Behind the impossibility of climbing lies the absence of any other climbable path.

Everything has an end; even the future is an extension of the past, and nothing will change.

They are the historians, not born as indifferent observers and harvesters.

In the long-forgotten, glorious years, the ancestors of the Mingshi tribe were passionate explorers, brave warriors who faced the unknown darkness with fear yet still forged ahead, and martyrs who would not hesitate to sacrifice themselves for the continuation of their tribe.

They united as one, bringing together the flame of civilization until they stood at the pinnacle of the world.

This journey is the most glorious and memorable part of the history of the Mingshi tribe.

But when they reached the end, they found that the peak was not as wonderful as they had imagined.

It is this extreme fear of the end and the strong resistance to nothingness that drives this feeling.

Ultimately, this forced the ancestors of the Mingshi clan to tear apart the world's barriers with resolute determination, and plunge headlong into a monster world fraught with danger but also full of infinite possibilities.

Therefore, they can understand why many races that descended upon the monster world made this choice.

Because they would rather burn to ashes in the blood and fire of the monster world than rot and wither in the warm bed of their homeland.

Thus, like the Mingshi Clan, they turned their attention to the monster world.

Carrying a "ticket" accumulated by exhausting the resources of an entire world, and with the meager foundation gained through the sacrifices of countless compatriots, they plunged headlong into this bottomless hunting ground like gamblers betting their entire fortune.

These descending races were well aware that they would most likely become food for other races.

Or perhaps it will become a more powerful civilization, a "text" within a grand historical narrative.

But this, in itself, is proof of existence for many races that have veered into nihilism.

Refusing to settle for mediocrity and giving it your all to charge towards the highest goal is undoubtedly a spectacular journey.

Even in defeat, the flames that burst forth in destruction are more dazzling than eternal solitude.

This has nothing to do with being tragic.

What may seem like a reckless gamble is actually the most rational choice made by these groups after weighing the pros and cons multiple times.

They staked the entire heritage of their community on a near-zero, all-encompassing opportunity.

Success means boundless possibilities, allowing you to enter the ranks of true powerhouses.

Stand high and witness the vast scenery, and compete with the top clans for the true pinnacle.

If you fail, it's nothing more than returning to nothingness.

But at least they witnessed true vastness, rather than dying in the gentle cage of their homeland.

The monster world is a cruel yet fair arena of civilization.

It lays bare its charm to all civilizations.

Inexhaustible resources and wealth, all-encompassing development opportunities, countless rules and regulations... and an unpredictable tomorrow.

It is precisely this unknown that attracts countless groups to follow in its footsteps.

Apart from those small tribes that arrived by chance, most of the tribes that occupy a corner of the monster world are like this.

Knowing the risks of the monster world, they were willing to gamble the survival of their entire civilization on a chance to prove their worth.

Whether the value lies in becoming a hunter or in being seen as a substantial "meal" by others.

The monster world never promised fairness, but it did give all civilizations a new path to move forward.

At this moment, the fear that arose in his heart stirred up the chronicler's grand ambitions that had been dormant for countless years.

The terrifying power of the clash of rules, the burning of stars and boiling of seas, and the reshaping of order displayed on the three battlefields is both a threat and a magnificent and grand picture unfolding before its eyes.

An indescribable longing grew wildly and burned deep within his heart.

There is both a fear of the destruction of the tribe and an extreme longing to participate in it.

The Mingshi Clan chose to come to the monster world, not to live in seclusion and be the overlord of a small area.

They tore apart their homeland's prison and ventured into the monster world, precisely to witness this boundless vastness and to climb the peaks that require looking up to them.

"This world... is amazing!"

A silent cry echoes in the chronicler's will.

One can imagine that countless unseen wonders will unfold during the climb.

The road ahead will inevitably be fraught with thorns and littered with corpses, but it is also destined to be... absolutely spectacular.

Fueled by the rise and fall of countless civilizations under its command, the Mingshi Clan strives to reach even greater heights.

The chronicler's consciousness swept across the sea of ​​civilization around him once more, and a strong ambition for growth ignited in his heart.

That's the ultimate charm of the monster world.

It will always let you see higher mountains and leave you the opportunity to climb them.

The Mingshi clan gladly accepted this challenge.

Just then, it suddenly noticed that the insects had reappeared in the Blood Heart space.

The boiling passion in his heart once again transformed into a chilling killing intent.

……

The Primordial Altar.

Qi Sheng's mind was churning with the latest information from the forum.

Discussions about the Civilization Space dungeon have become the hottest mainstream topic these days.

The word "爽" (shuang, meaning "awesome") became the most frequently used word in the dungeon description.

The unrestrained, resource-rich, and experience-boosting "satisfying" experience has completely won over the vast number of players.

This is especially true for players who have just graduated from "A-Le's Training Camp" and are worried about not being able to find a stable and efficient new hunting ground.

The emergence of civilized spaces is like a pillow for someone who is sleepy.

The monsters inside are endless, their strength is moderate, and most importantly, the rewards are extremely high.

Whether it's the light orbs that fall directly or the sacrificial power gained after defeating invading monsters, players find it incredibly satisfying.

Therefore, the Civilization Space instance was quickly recognized by players as another excellent growth springboard and core hunting ground after "Ale's Training Camp".

Countless player squads and warbands have made this their top choice for daily activities.

Efficient monster-hunting strategies for different civilization spaces quickly emerged on the forum.

But along with the ultimate thrill comes an inescapable risk: the Chronicler's cleanup.

Unlike the gatekeeper at Ale's Training Camp, which gives players the opportunity to continue fighting by watching ads, this one is different.

Once it is observed, it will face destruction.

Players generally interpret this sudden annihilation as a special mechanism of the Civilization Space dungeon, where the system does not allow players to endlessly grind in one place.

Balance the output in the instance by regularly cleaning it up.

However, players didn't seem to mind, as they were already used to dying.

However, the most troublesome aspect of this "special mechanism" for players is that it involves clearing items that have a memory.

Once a specific civilization space, such as the Blood Heart civilization space copy, is marked by the Chronicles and has undergone a large-scale cleanup.

The space will then be marked with an invisible "observation" imprint.

From then on, scanning of this civilization space replica will become a regular practice.

Many player teams had just teleported to the ground and hadn't even had time to see their surroundings when the Annihilation Force would instantly descend, sending them straight back to the dark room.

Go in and you'll die; there's absolutely no experience to speak of.

This means that the highlighted civilization space has actually been completely closed to players.

Forum users refer to this phenomenon as dungeon cooldown or dungeon lock.

The only solution is to abandon this "dead" copy and, like nomadic tribes, collectively migrate to the next civilization space that has not yet been the focus of the chroniclers.

They raced against time to extract as many resources as possible before the next round of cleaning arrived.

According to the guide, the Civilization Space possesses 9283 copies.

Of the five dungeons currently open, two have entered a "dungeon cooldown" period, meaning players cannot access them at all.

To be more precise, going in means certain death.

The other three copies, however, have not yet been observed by the Chroniclers.

A large number of players rampaged through these three dungeons, frantically exploiting the system.

The Gold Coin Merchants Association has made a clear statement regarding this issue.

More Civilization Space dungeons will be opened in the future, continuing to provide players with opportunities to enjoy the game.

It is foreseeable that a "war" between players and chroniclers is about to begin.

Players frantically explore new maps, while the Chronicles mark, clean up, and close them one by one.

All players can do is keep migrating and continuing to plunder.

Until the entire Civilization Space copy is completely drained.

What players fear most is that one day the Chronicles will mark all the civilization spaces, leaving them only able to roam in small groups.

They believed that if the scale were small enough, even a chronicler would have difficulty handling it.

However, this model has a problem.

The Gold Coin Merchant Guild's financial resources are insufficient to support simultaneously connecting with more than 9000 civilization space instances.

For this reason, forum players have high expectations for the Gold Coin Merchant Guild.

Players can clearly see that the gameplay of the Civilization Space dungeon has become a race between the Gold Merchant Guild's financial resources and the Chroniclers' clearing speed.

The Chamber of Commerce must open new copies faster than the Chronicles mark old copies as closed.

This ensures that players have a continuous and enjoyable experience.

If the Chamber of Commerce's cash flow fails, leading to an interruption in the supply of new copies, this revenue stream will be completely cut off.

Therefore, forum players are more united than ever in hoping that the Gold Coin Merchant Guild can make money like crazy, the more the better, and the faster the better.

They even took concrete action by selling the dungeon's loot to the Gold Coin Merchant Guild.

They even spontaneously offered suggestions to the Gold Coin Merchants Association on the forum, discussing how to explore new sources of revenue.

The interests of the players graduating from the training camp are now highly intertwined with the commercial expansion of the Gold Coin Merchant Guild.

What players crave is a super guild with abundant financial resources that can provide them with an endless supply of "new leeks to be harvested".

Otherwise, the race against time, like a chariot speeding through the civilized space, will eventually come to a slow stop due to running out of fuel.

In terms of profits, the Gold Coin Merchants Guild didn't suffer any losses.

The main structure of the spatial array consumed 600 million sacrificial power, and each spatial connection consumed an additional 40 sacrificial power.

Therefore, as long as the player brings 40 sacrificial power in profit to the Gold Merchant Guild in the Civilization Space instance space, connecting to this space will not cause the Gold Merchant Guild to suffer losses outside the main structure.

For the players involved, their hunting in the civilized space is entirely profitable, with no possibility of loss.

But Qi Sheng was certain that the Civilization Space instance was destined not to become a stable source of income like Ale's Training Camp or the Battle at the Village Entrance.

As players continue to develop the Civilization Space, the Mingshi Clan will inevitably adjust their response strategies.

At that time, the entire Civilization Space instance will be closed to players.

The current "cat and mouse game" is based on the fact that the Mingshi Clan has not yet fully paid attention to it and has adopted a relatively conservative "targeted elimination" strategy.

The player's continuous plundering reached a certain critical point, or caused a significant disruption to the operation of the Mingshi Clan's "chronicle rules".

This will inevitably lead to more thorough targeting.

The Mingshi Clan can even send a powerful individual to guard each civilization space, and players will be instantly killed upon entering.

Therefore, this carnival, initiated by the Gold Coin Merchants Guild and participated in by countless players, will eventually come to an end.

It's more like a short-term, high-profit deal that can bring a surge in wealth to the Anjia faction in the short term, but it's not a stable, long-term industry.

Take a long-term view.

On the contrary, the potential of the Reverse Tide Battlefield No. 7, where the space teleportation array is rooted, is more worthy of in-depth exploration and even long-term development.

And top-tier player teams have already begun to attempt to establish their strategies.

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(End of this chapter)