The Monster is Coming

Chapter 419 The Concerto of Three Calamities (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The Great Stele Sacrifice's palm strike contains the power of the civilized rules it governs.

It is a concrete manifestation of the sighs and destruction of countless buried civilizations.

Before the palm print arrives, the power of the rules precedes it.

The space resembled the surface of water tossed with pebbles, rippling out visible gray-white waves.

Wherever it went, the illusory scene of civilization collapsing appeared on the battlefield.

The surging black tide was the first to be hit, and a large number of evil spirits collapsed and dissipated silently under this palm strike, like weathered sand and gravel.

Ultimately, it was absorbed back by the black mist.

As the power of rules advances, illusory images of civilization collapsing are frequently depicted.

Even the massive, mountain-like calamity-type evil spirit could not withstand it. After the gray-white ripples swept by, its huge body was quickly covered with mottled marks, as if it had been washed away by time in an instant. Then, in the gale stirred up by this palm, it turned into dust and disappeared into the black mist.

No matter how fast the frenzied assassins and evil spirits were, they could not outpace the spread of demigod power and vanished silently.

The Zerg also suffered heavy losses.

As the gray-white ripples swept across, the fungal carpet quickly withered, carbonized, and lost its activity.

The insect eggs that were hatching on top instantly died and shattered.

Mature Zerg units undergo rapid decomposition of their carapace, muscles, and nerves under the force of the rules.

Like a wheat field swept by a strong wind, entire fields collapsed.

The player faction was not spared either.

Before many players even realized what was happening, they were slapped into the dark room.

Players located at the edge of the palm print's coverage area, even when in petrified form, are as fragile as paper in the face of the gray-white ripples.

The regional chat channel was immediately filled with exclamations from countless players:

"Holy crap?! They were just outputting something, how come everything went black in the blink of an eye? Did I get put in a dark room?"

"I haven't had enough fun yet! Let me out, I want to fight a demigod one-on-one."

"Is a demigod this outrageous? One palm strike can wipe out a large number of people. If he has this kind of power, why does he need to play the power of unity? Does he not want to leave any way out?"

"It depends on the bully. This is a high-level game. Good luck to the brothers over there. I'll come to support you as soon as I respawn."

"I'm numb. The civilized warriors on the other side are all low on health. If they take another hit, they'll be sent back to the village. I want to cry."

This single blow interrupted the unstoppable advance of the three calamities in their joint assault.

The core area of ​​the Allied Battle Group where the God-King was located was relatively far away and had extremely fast reaction times.

The moment the palm print appeared, it retreated with all its might, stacking dozens of layers of defensive light shields and blood shields, and remained unaffected.

Several injured players who were separated from the main battle line melted away along with the crimson aura they released, like snow under the sun.

Even the war avatars released by several top guilds swayed violently, flickering and nearly collapsing.

This palm strike covered an extremely wide area, and its power was beyond imagination.

With a single strike, a blank area was cleared out from the raging torrent of triple natural disasters.

Within the area, evil spirits, insectoids, and players were all completely eradicated.

All that remained was the grayish-white earth, constantly collapsing with a rumbling sound.

The Great Stele floated in the air, surrounded by countless illusory images of civilizations, its eyes burning with the flames of civilization, coldly overlooking the three forces.

It knew that suppressing these three catastrophic forces, which were like plagues, was meaningless in the short term.

While it may seem like a single blow wiped out many, it actually did not damage the foundation of the three forces at all.

At this moment, it raises its left hand, holding a golden lantern representing "civilized rules," the light of which changes from soft to intense, like a miniature sun.

"Ten Thousand Steles Suppress the Prison".

As he gently shook the lantern and murmured softly, the flame collapsed inward, causing the entire burial ground to resonate.

Rumble!
As the earthquake trembled, countless tombstones cast illusory shadows.

Grand architecture, mountains and rivers, sun, moon and stars, and even complete cityscapes... all represent the most prosperous periods of various civilizations.

These enormous phantom images of civilizations intertwined, overlapped, and interlocked in the air, like building blocks, together constructing a three-dimensional phantom cage that enveloped the battlefield.

The weight of civilization and history, the sedimentation of time... these conceptualized powers of civilization suddenly descend upon this realm.

Under the Ten Thousand Monuments Prison Domain, the entire space is filled with invisible resistance, but it only affects players, the Black Tide, and the Zerg.

The purpose of the Great Monument Ceremony was to create a combat advantage for its own people through suppression.

But just as the civilized prison took shape and its oppressive power reached its peak...

The evil eye behind the Earth Spirit, along with the twenty-eight auxiliary eyes, provided information that was being updated rapidly, triggering an overclocked operation.

A massive database rapidly collects information and compares and analyzes it to produce results.

The characteristics of each civilization's phantom, the trajectory of its energy, and even the tendencies of its representative system are all rapidly deconstructed under the overclocked operation of the Evil Eye.

The analysis results are generated within seconds.

Upon receiving feedback from the Evil Eye, the Earth Spirit immediately took action.

Visual command markers have reappeared on the battlefield, and this time the command methods have become more complex.

As the surging black mist swept across the land, the entire battlefield was instantly covered by countless black flame symbols.

From a high altitude, it appears as if covered by a dynamic tactical star map.

These symbols rapidly change form under the will of the evil spirits.

Sometimes they condense into flashing arrows and points of light, precisely marking the energy blockage points generated when the illusory images of civilizations overlap.

Sometimes it evolves into a flowing digital waterfall, displaying in real time the weak points where the energies of different civilizations connect, and analyzing the seemingly perfect "suppression field" into clear ranges of strength and weakness.

In this way, the evil spirits of the earth dismantled the oppressive cage forged from the illusion of civilization into a three-dimensional map full of flaws.

Command of the player and the Zerg will also be activated in the next second.

On a corner of the battlefield, above the phantom of a floating city of magical civilization.

The pitch-black flames formed a bat-shaped creature, flickering continuously.

Nearby player commanders, witnessing this scene, immediately understood.

The first step to becoming a chapter commander is to thoroughly understand all the traits of the spirits.

Upon seeing the appearance of this primordial monster, I was immediately reminded of the Soul: Ice Mist Breath.

This was also the primordial monster that the bully gave them back then.

The nearby commander roared at this moment:
"Bully marks the location, unleashes an ice mist breath attack."

Instantly, extremely cold, icy blue mist surged from the player battle group, precisely enveloping several specific energy nodes at the bottom of the floating city's phantom.

It's sizzling!

A freezing sound rang out.

The magical nodes, which were originally flowing with scorching arcane energy, were instantly frozen solid upon encountering the breath of icy mist, and the energy flow abruptly stopped.

The entire operation of the floating city phantom suddenly stopped.

At the point where it connected with the phantoms of other civilizations, a tearing spark erupted due to a sudden interruption of energy.

The moment the node was frozen.

call out!
From the churning black mist above, a jet-black spear, like a venomous snake that had been lurking for a long time, shot out from the depths of the mist.

The bombardment was precise, hitting the key point that was covered by a thick layer of ice.

boom!
Ice shards and shattered arcane energy flew everywhere.

The nodes, which become fragile after being frozen, are instantly penetrated and shattered.

With the shattering of this crucial point, the phantom of the magical floating city twisted violently, and its light dimmed rapidly.

The portion of the "prison-suppressing" power it carried instantly disintegrated, and the suppressive effect on the surrounding civilization also weakened.

The same situation is happening simultaneously in other regions.

The will of the evil spirit, guided by the black mist, stirred the entire battlefield.

The black flame markers flickered in the sky, each change a precise command to defeat the enemy.

Having fought each other for years, it knew all too well the abilities and characteristics of the two beasts in the village.

To better control these beasts, a special ability library has been created for them, which details the performance and lethality of each ability of the beast player and the beast Zerg.

These abilities also became its means of restraining the Beiyuan Clan.

The specific command method is expressed using symbols that both the player and the Zerg can understand.

In addition to the corresponding primordial monsters, there are also visual dynamic videos that play related abilities.

For example, the properties of the Ink Flame can be used to represent the energy particles of the Black Tide as a dancing, ink-colored flame.

As it turns out, both of these beastly forces can instantly understand its thoughts.

This makes the process of cracking the field extremely efficient.

The eastern battlefield, where steel and holy light intertwine.

A city of mechanical gears is seamlessly integrated with the phantom of a sacred prayer temple.

Just then, a black flame mark ignited above them, shaped like a tightly strung chain.

"Archers and assassins, use the Spirit Sealing Attack on the marked location of the Beast Bully and interrupt the connection."

The player commander roared in fury.

In an instant, a dense rain of spirit-sealing arrows and daggers pierced the air, striking the resonance pillars of the prayer hall with pinpoint accuracy.

Suddenly, the hymn playing in the scene stopped abruptly.

The instant when the connection between the two civilization scenes is severed.

call out!
The jet-black spear arrived as promised, piercing through the exposed core transmission device of Gear City in one strike.

The nodes in this area were shattered in an instant, relieving the pressure on the domain once again.

To the south lies the fusion of elements and stars in the sky.

A swirling star map intertwined with the phantom of an erupting elemental volcano.

The black flame mark in the sky twisted and transformed into a cockroach-shaped insect that was spewing acid.

The insect swarm responded immediately.

Acid cockroaches swarmed into the air, frantically spewing thick, corrosive liquid towards the volcano's crater.

The alternating erosion by strong acids made the raging, illusory volcanic energy extremely unstable, causing bursts of explosions from within.

The next second, the black spear fell again.

boom!
A violent elemental explosion shattered the phantom in this area.

To the west, beneath the illusory image of a civilization where life and death intertwine.

An ancient tree of life and a phantom of a sea of ​​bones of the dead coexist.

The marker appears at this point.

Under the command, the player decisively released a mental shockwave at the marked location, and then the black spear arrived in an instant, completely penetrating and disintegrating this distorted area.

Different civilizational phantoms require different approaches.

Under the precise command of the evil spirit, the three forces transformed into its extended limbs.

The lighting of each marker signifies the shattering of a node of civilizational suppression.

The "Ten Thousand Stele Prison" domain constructed by the Great Stele Ceremony was rapidly eroded, tearing open large gaps in the nodes.

As one civilization node after another shattered under precise strikes, the "Ten Thousand Monuments Suppressing Prison" domain that enveloped the battlefield fluctuated violently, disintegrating inch by inch like a shattered glass dome.

The heavy pressure exerted on the three parties suddenly eased.

The power accumulated by the three forces over a long period of time erupted like a flood breaking through a dam.

"Hahaha, the seal is broken, brothers, charge!"

"The feast has begun! The feast has begun! Hurry up and grab the fragments of civilization! First come, first served! Offer them as a sacrifice to Brother Di Zhao so he can have a taste."

"The bully is awesome, he can command remotely without any communication. Our commander is also awesome, he can understand such abstract symbols. We'll follow the markers and get a feast this time."

The player voice chat was instantly flooded with thunderous cheers.

The greedy army of players, like wild horses broken free of their reins, transformed into a colorful tidal wave, rushing headlong into the fragments of civilization scattered in the explosion.

Regardless of its value, this thing can at least be offered as a sacrifice to Brother Di Zhao in exchange for sacrificial power.

During this time, fragments of shattered civilization phantoms fell like a torrential rain, which were scooped up by quick-witted players and stuffed into their inventory.

In terms of absorption, the Black Tide is the most efficient.

The black mist surged forward, enveloping and rapidly decomposing and devouring the illusory remains of civilization.

With each portion of the remnants of civilization that it devoured, the black mist grew denser, and the rate at which evil spirits were generated also increased dramatically.

The Zerg are the same; their creep spreads rapidly, like a splash of thick blood, covering everything.

Zerg units frantically devoured the scattered fragments of civilization energy and shattered civilization imprints, accelerating the decomposition of the creep.

Their carapaces begin to change structure as they feed, and some of the Zerg's attacks even carry a hint of the characteristics of a civilization that has been devoured.

The entire site of the burial fire resembled a giant dining table.

Players, Black Tide, and Zerg—these three greedy maws are devouring the civilization accumulated by the Beiyuan Clan over countless years.

Upon witnessing this scene, Da Beiji's eyes widened in fury.

It wanted to stabilize the battle situation with the art of civilized prison-suppressing, to alleviate the pressure on its people when facing the three major natural disasters, so that it could extricate itself to kill the Black Tide evil spirit.

Unexpectedly, this suppression domain, which had gathered the power of countless civilizations, was...

Under the command of evil spirits, it was as fragile as paper and crumbled in an instant.

It did not have any restrictive effect at all; on the contrary, it strengthened the three forces through the process of devouring each other.

The Great Stele Ceremony was filled with struggle.

If we were to turn back now and rush straight at the evil spirit, we might have a chance to kill it.

However, it is foreseeable that during the time he is away, the three natural disasters, now unrestrained, will devour their people and gnaw at the foundation of the Burial Fire Land at an even more frenzied pace.

When I return, I will probably find my clan's territory devastated by heavy casualties and its resources exhausted.

We must not leave the main battlefield until we have created a chance for our people to catch their breath.

A resolute glint flashed in the burning pupils of the Great Stele Sacrifice. He abruptly raised his lantern and began chanting incantations.

"Civilizations may perish, but heroes endure. Let this monument serve as a guide to summon your spirit!"

With a gentle shake of the lantern, the flame suddenly split into countless tiny sparks, scattering downwards like a meteor shower.

Suddenly, huge tombstones rose from the ground.

The spark ignited the essence of civilization accumulated in the tombstone, awakening the "heroic" imprints of those who truly reached the pinnacle in the long river of their respective civilizations' history and left behind immortal legends.

Each of them is an epitome of the era's pride. And the awakened heroes are warriors of civilization, forged from the fusion of the wills of countless generations of this civilization's pride.

The place of burial resonated with the tremors.

Each tombstone, once lit, unleashes a dazzling beam of light that shoots skyward.

Within the pillar of light, figures of various shapes and sizes, yet exuding an astonishing aura, slowly stepped out.

This time, they were no longer the somewhat rigid warriors of the past, but figures bearing the imprint of will, their eyes filled with the pride of their respective civilizations.

Their bodies became more solid, as if they were truly reborn from flesh and blood, and the power of civilization, generated by the laws of civilization, flowed over their armor and weapons.

The first to appear was a phantom of a great mage, clad in a robe of stars and wielding an elemental scepter.

A large magic circle covering several kilometers automatically appeared beneath their feet, drawing upon the six fundamental elemental laws of earth, water, fire, wind, light, and darkness. The surrounding space was constantly being created and destroyed by the elemental tides.

Then, an ancient deity incarnate, with wings of light on its back and a crown of thorns on its head, appeared, holding a longsword burning with purifying holy flames.

Behind it was a giant lava beast, its size comparable to a mountain, composed of countless burning rocks.

White flames spewed out with every breath...

There are at least a hundred such figures.

Each one represents the pinnacle of a civilization's achievements in a particular field, with combat power far exceeding that of ordinary civilizations' remains.

These civilized warriors are one of the strongest assets of the Beiyuan Clan.

It was the most precious trophy collected by the Great Monument after conquering countless civilizations.

"Civilizations unite, and all laws converge!"

The grand will of the Great Monument Ceremony acts as a bond, connecting all the awakened "shadows of civilization" together.

In an instant, an invisible network of rules and energy was formed among these powerful individuals.

When the Archmage of Stars waved his scepter and cast "Meteor Judgment," he instantly borrowed the fusion energy core of a mechanical shadow as an additional power source through the network connection. He then borrowed the fire power of the lava behemoth to enhance the destructive properties of the meteor... The forbidden spell, which originally required a long chanting time and consumed a great deal of energy, was cast almost instantly with the superposition and infusion of the power of multiple civilizations.

An energy meteorite, over a kilometer in diameter and wreathed in holy flames, tore through the leaden-gray sky and crashed down upon the regenerated army of black tides.

On the other side, when the Zerg assault legion attempted to besiege the Lava Behemoth, the Lava Behemoth let out a roar, and its defenses were amplified multiple times within the nexus network.

The Zerg's ferocious attacks landed on it, only causing a few sparks, barely managing to budge it in the slightest.

The Lava Behemoth's counterattack was accompanied by the Star Mage's elemental tearing effect. With a single claw strike, it not only had astonishing physical destructive power but also stirred up elemental turbulence, tearing large swarms of Zerg to shreds.

This method of joint operations brought about a qualitative change in these already powerful shadows of civilization.

They formed a perfectly coordinated and extraordinary legion.

Any Shadow of Civilization can instantly gain the special abilities of other Shadows of Civilization when needed, making it a perfect blend of offense and defense with virtually no weaknesses.

"Focus fire on that mage who cast Meteor!" a commander shouted in the player chat.

As the players' ranged attacks rained down on the Star Archmage, the space around them distorted, and the shadow of a civilization quietly emerged.

The holy sword drew an arc, and the sacred barrier unfolded, blocking all attacks.

The mechanical beings then turned their starship main cannons on the player's ranged units and began a devastating bombardment.

The battlefield situation was instantly reversed after the Shadow Legion of Civilization appeared.

The Beiyuan Clan's defense line, which had been steadily retreating under the impact of the triple natural disaster, became impregnable with the addition of these hundreds of interconnected "Shadows of Civilization," and launched a powerful counterattack.

The rate at which the Black Tide Evil Spirits were being generated could no longer keep up with the rate at which they were being destroyed.

The Zerg's frenzied attack hit a brick wall. Although their adaptation and evolution are rapid, complete immunity requires a process and sufficient energy consumption to sustain it.

Many of the players' "battle formations" were instantly destroyed.

A combined attack that blends holy light, arcane magic, spells, and more can instantly vaporize a small battle formation.

The regional chat channel was immediately filled with players' wailing and howling.

Information flooded the screen like an explosion.

Just now it was: exhilarating, overwhelming, comfortable, waiting for cheers.

At this moment, it was replaced by all sorts of cursing.

"Holy crap, what kind of gods did that old man from the Beiyuan clan summon? He wiped my screen in one hit, did he unplug my internet cable? Where's my health bar? Where's my long health bar?"

"Healer, heal up the health bar... Damn, the healer is gone. Oh well, it's alright now."

"Can't you do something about that archmage who's unleashing a meteor shower? Does his skill have no cooldown? And it's a super wide-area attack. There's nowhere to hide. He's about to kill us."

"Everyone, spread out first, and don't huddle together. If you huddle together, you'll just be wasting your time."

"The dark room is being revived... Brothers, hang in there, I'm about to return with a raging fire."

"Hahaha, this is awesome! This is what a challenge is all about. What's the point of just mowing the lawn? I love this kind of challenging game."

"For the sake of sacrificial power, for the sake of materials, for the sake of the imperial omen... never mind, I'm already in the dark room."

The regional chat was filled with complaints about the overpowered strength of the Monument Abyss race, but the players' morale did not collapse.

On the contrary, after the initial surprise, a sense of excitement mixed with grumbling began to spread.

Death is the norm for them.

They came to this war purely for their own gain.

Whether the enemy's health bar is displayed during the event is irrelevant to the player.

But once the rules are revealed, they become like a treasured heirloom that players have never seen before.

In the words of forum players: "What do you mean 'yours'? This treasure is only temporarily in your hands. Once you're gone, it will naturally become my inheritance."

Players have already marked the "Civilization Rules" with a containment flag.

The thought of players getting their hands on the rules in the end is incredibly exciting.

Just as the battle was spiraling out of control, the evil spirits on the tower platform remained remarkably calm.

It quickly analyzed the characteristics of the Shadow of Civilization's warfare.

By connecting the characteristics of different civilizations in combat, each civilization's shadow can gain the power of the masses, thereby making up for the shortcomings of warriors from different civilizations.

For example, the weakness of the Archmage's Shadow is its fragile life structure.

However, with the added benefits of other civilization characteristics, their defensive capabilities skyrocket, making them difficult to break through.

Secondly, the damage it suffers will also be shared among the shadows of other civilizations.

The prerequisite for defeating them one by one is to break this connection.

Having made his intentions clear, the evil eye behind the Earth Spirit waved its tentacles, and a massive flow of information traversed the Earth Spirit's mind.

This includes a range of abilities possessed by both the player and the Zerg.

The player race, in particular, has a vast ability pool.

It could even be said that he personally witnessed the player race's ability pool expand from a single-digit number of abilities at the start of the game to its current size.

Whenever a player has a new ability, it will be shown to them on the battlefield in the village.

Since it's a joint operation, the player's abilities must also be taken into account in the combat simulation.

The war plans that quickly formed in my mind were listed out as multiple scenarios for simulation.

A few seconds later, a cruel smile appeared on the lips of the Earth Spirit.

Instantly, the black mist on the battlefield split into multiple streams under its control, each flying towards different civilized warriors.

The black visual marker reappeared, transforming into a symbol: two crossed swords.

Upon seeing the symbol, the God King and the commanders of several joint battle groups immediately understood what the Earth Spirit Evil Spirit wanted to express.

No words were needed; a tacit understanding had been formed.

They then roared and began to mobilize their allied players to charge towards different directions of the Shadow of Civilization.

The evil spirits of the earth witnessed this entire scene.

With a thought, a countdown timer popped up on the marked Shadow of Civilization.

The God King and other commanders decisively followed the instructions of the Earthly Tyrant, marking different civilization shadows with different symbols and assigning them to different subgroups.

Chirp!
The swarm of insects let out a deafening roar, and at that moment they saw the command sent by the evil spirit of the earth.

The swarm of insects instantly changed direction and charged in the direction the player was advancing.

The shield beetles at the very front stood like living walls in front of the players, forcefully breaking through the interception of the Civilization Heroes.

The hordes of evil insects on both sides transformed into guards, spinning their bodies like blades as they cleaned up the remains of civilized heroes that tried to approach.

Furthermore, flying Zerg units swooped down, using their bodies to block ranged attacks from the air.

At this moment, the Zerg transformed into the most fearless assault boats, "carrying" the players toward the direction of the Shadow of Civilization.

With the path carved by the Zerg's flesh and blood, the advancing player squads shot forward like arrows, approaching their respective targets at an astonishing speed.

Just then, the countdown timer on the symbol reached zero.

"Aim at the marked target and close the one-on-one room!"

The roars of the God-King and the commanders of the various allied battle groups resounded simultaneously in the battle group channels.

Throughout the battlefield, space rippled violently.

The independent spatial domain of the Oath Space suddenly unfolded, instantly engulfing the designated civilization's shadow and forcibly separating it from the main battlefield.

The shadow of the Star Archmage, surrounded by an elemental shield, was about to unleash a devastating composite forbidden spell when it suddenly discovered that its connection with other shadows of civilizations had been instantly severed, rendering it unable to merge with their power.

"It's now!"

The will of the evil spirit is like a drawn blade.

The dense black mist, which had been gathering momentum, condensed under its control into a destructive weapon called "Eclipse Spear" that stretched across the sky above the battlefield.

The target was the Star Archmage, who had been isolated, lost the support of all civilizations, and whose physical body was extremely fragile.

With the terrifying computing power of the Evil Eye Database, the Earth Spirit firmly locked onto the movement trajectory of the Star Grand Mage, and then suddenly waved its hand forward.

call out!
The black mist spear instantly pierced through the air, briefly disappearing from sight, piercing through spatial barriers, and slammed into the body of the Starry Sky Grand Mage.

The archmage's shield was already much weaker after losing its connection and support.

At this moment, it was as fragile as glass, shattering at the slightest touch from this pitch-black spear that ignored the barriers of space.

boom!
A jet-black spear pierced through his chest and emerged from his back.

Corrosive energy at the level of laws erupted instantly within its body, which was composed of pure energy and information of civilization.

The Archmage's shadow stiffened and lowered its head.

Looking at the black mist spear tip protruding from his chest, frantically devouring his body, he opened his mouth and let out a silent roar.

Then, like a piece of paper that had been set ablaze, his body rapidly turned to ashes from the inside out, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

The evil spirit hovered on the high tower platform, its perception coldly "watching" the dissipation of the archmage's shadow.

It was as if he had crushed an insignificant ant.

The perception then shifted to the shadows of other civilizations that were gradually emerging from their independent spaces.

Players who witnessed this from afar were immediately excited.

"Damn, those Zerg are really awesome! They risked their lives to protect us and actually managed to push through."

"That bully's attack was so cool! If it had been a few seconds later, he would have connected the archmage to a power bank! So awesome! (voice cracks)"

"Haha, with the Archmage gone, the pressure has instantly eased."

"That's how we play it: the Zerg clear the way, we lock them in the dark, and the bully picks them out and kills them instantly."

"Wait, aren't the three calamities at the entrance of our village sworn enemies? Why are they suddenly using combo attacks? This isn't the script."

The player channel was instantly flooded with cheers.

A perfect tactical coordination between the Zerg and the player, coupled with the Earth Spirit's precise timing and decisive strike, tipped the scales of victory once again.

Meanwhile, above the City of Burial Fire.

The suspended monument, surrounded by the flames of civilization and sudden fluctuations, stirred up a storm of emotions within.

It never expected that even the strongest Shadow of Civilization Legion would be unable to hold back the offensive pace of the three scourges, and would be easily defeated in a short time.

The invading unknown force was, as he had guessed, not simple at all.

It was able to forcibly pull its "Shadow of Civilization" into an independent space using the characteristics of its rules, so that even its perception could not keep up.

The instantaneous annihilation of the Star Archmage's shadow was like a resounding slap across its face.

This civilization connection network was developed over a thousand years based on the characteristics of the Beiyuan tribe.

But it was instantly cracked at that moment.

Even more terrifying, the evil spirit behind the scenes seized the opportunity in a very short time and completed the kill.

Its gaze involuntarily turned to the dark vortex in the sky, which was still pouring out torrents from three directions.

After the Black Tide evil spirits die, their energy returns to the cycle, and the Zerg, fueled by war, grow in number with each battle. Warriors from an unknown third-party force are also relentlessly killed.

Death seemed to have little impact on these three factions.

They even gained far more from the war than from the battles they suffered.

To wage a war of attrition against these three natural disasters is undoubtedly a form of slow suicide.

If this continues, the civilization accumulated over countless years in the Land of Burial Fire will eventually be devoured bit by bit by these three greedy maws.

We must change our strategy.

It originally intended to give its people a chance to breathe.

But any tactic is meaningless in the face of evil spirits.

If this continues, the losses will only become more severe.

The Great Stele's burning pupils were fixed on the spatial passage in the sky.

The command center for this war is located at the origin teleportation point behind the dark passage.

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

If this command hub is destroyed, the Monument Abyss Clan can win this war.

The grand memorial ceremony proceeded without the slightest hesitation.

The golden lantern in his hand, representing the rules of civilization, shone brightly, its flames shooting into the sky, transforming into a golden pillar of light connecting heaven and earth.

Within the pillar of light, countless illusory images of civilizations transformed into the power of rules, enveloping him.

Its aura continued to expand, and the surrounding space could not withstand this power, tearing out fine cracks in the void.

The next moment, the large stele began to move.

His figure transformed into a golden meteor that tore through space.

It carried a torrent of rules that forged the power of countless civilizations, flying towards the dark vortex in the sky.

"Evil spirit, die!"

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