The Monster is Coming

Chapter 433 Player Migration, Happy Time

With the popularity of topics such as Sun Chasing Land and Mechanical Legion exploding on the forum.

Thus began a spontaneous cross-map migration.

Regional chat channel (Imperial Tomb Mountain Range):

"Brothers, let's move to the Imperial Tomb Mountains and teach our old friends, the Mechanical Legion, a lesson. The topic is: It's never too late for players to take revenge."

"If we can't beat a demigod, we can at least unleash a massive amount of sacrificial power, right?"

"The units that are appearing now are all basic-level units, and many of them are not even considered combat forces. There's no pressure. Let's move on and sweep through the battlefield, show our strength to our fellow countrymen. It's time to show off!"

As the major alliances moved to different locations, the Earthly Bully, who stood suspended in mid-air atop the Evil Eye Tower, remained remarkably calm.

Based on past experience, it seems that these beastly players will be leaving for a while again.

Faced with the players leaving and retreating, the Earthly Bully decisively manipulated the black mist to retreat, not stopping them and letting them pass directly, so as not to cause trouble for himself.

"A wonderful holiday has begun." The slightly sentimental voice of Evil Eye rang in the mind of the Earthly Bully.

"I hope they never come back." The Earth Bully's perception was locked onto the retreating army of players, and he said irritably.

"Based on past case analysis, the probability of a player returning from vacation is... 99.99%, and they will most likely be stronger."

"Stop analyzing and shut up."

"Okay, boss, have a nice holiday." Evil Eye closed his eyes at this moment.

……

Other regions:

"(The Sandbreaker Halberd) We've finally waited for this! The large-scale war that we monster-style players love most is here! The clash between the behemoth legion and the mechanical legion—I can't wait! Brothers, let's go do some odd jobs next door!"

"(Azure Star Sea) How can we sit idly by when our fellow countrymen are in trouble? Brothers, put away your fishing rods and set off. Let the mechanical legion see what it means to cut down a river with one fishing rod and shatter a demigod with another. Bait Legion, march with me!"

"(In the Dizhong Village mining area) We have heard of the suffering of our fellow villagers. We, the mining lineage, have been unsealed and have returned to the world. Do not say that the player race has no emperors. Behold our three thousand miner avatars shattering the void... We, the mining lineage emperors, shall march with me!"

"(Eternal Frozen Lake) Brother, it's time to go to the battlefield with the old guys and have some fun. There's scrap metal everywhere, and dismantling it will give you sacrificial power. For Brother Di Zhao's recycling business, let's head to the Land of the Rising Sun, charge!"

"(Fallen Star Sea) Goodness, another feast is coming! Last time I had a real treat with the Dry Stele Abyss Clan, with tombstone fragments smashing in my face. I definitely can't miss out this time either. I'm here with a sack!"

……

The various teleportation points leading to the Land of the Sun were bustling with activity.

The light on the teleportation array kept flashing.

Players dressed in various outfits, from different maps.

Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, they converge into a colorful torrent, descending upon the node of the Land of the Sun.

Different guilds' self-made battle banners stand tall in the Sunrise Space.

When the space load reaches its limit, forced teleportation is activated.

The battle, which had been steadily losing ground under the mechanical legion's offensive, was instantly reversed as fresh player reinforcements arrived.

The reverse analysis thus began.

The first group of players to step out of the spatial node couldn't wait to begin their performance.

"Charge for the sake of sacrificial power!"

The brightly dressed players, without any commands, pounced on the nearest mechanical legion unit like wild dogs, howling as they went.

No formation is needed, and there is no coordination.

They relied solely on their numerical advantage to overwhelm the mechanical legion in the most primitive way.

Soon, the chaotic scene familiar to veteran players reappeared.

Behemoth build players were the first to step onto the battlefield.

The towering rock behemoth, over a hundred meters tall, strode with heavy steps, capable of crushing an Iron Soul unit into a pancake with a single stomp.

The thunder beast, its body crackling with electric arcs, let out a deafening roar, and the thunderballs it spat out exploded into a series of plasma storms within the mechanical legion.

The feathered serpent soaring through the sky sprayed large swaths of corrosive venom, causing the metal casings of mechanical units to sizzle and melt rapidly.

The mining team, who usually kept to themselves and lived in seclusion in Dizhong Village, gradually moved in.

While running, one becomes two, two become four... Miner players, with "clone souls" as the core of their star veins, instantly generate a massive clone army.

They called themselves "Mining Emperors" and joined the charging tide, carrying rune-resonant mining shovels.

Perhaps in terms of skill and the strength of the Star Pulse combination, Miner players are far inferior to mainstream system players.

But when it comes to weapon strength, no miner player can compare.

As the ones who make a living, their core upgrade path is almost entirely focused on the "Rune Resonance Weapon" growth path.

Having dealt with various hard mineral veins for many years, ordinary tools are no longer sufficient to meet the needs.

They expend a great deal of sacrificial energy to deeply enchant their shovels and pickaxes.

The earliest miner players even had weapons costing over 200 million sacrificial power.

The blades of the shovels are generally engraved with resonant properties created by a combination of enchanted particles such as armor penetration, shock, and shatter.

The pickaxe tip combines characteristics such as sharpness, sturdiness, and the disintegration of matter.

The seemingly bulky mining tools emit a deep hum when activated.

The blade of the shovel was covered with fine runes capable of cutting through most substances.

Faced with the mechanical legion's hard alloy shell, the miners didn't even bother to think about how to fight.

Swinging the resonant shovel and pick, with the force of splitting mountains and cracking rocks, they hammered down hard on the hardest part of the machine unit and that was it.

In the eyes of forum players, there are three major playstyles that feature divine weapons.

Among them, the Mine Emperor firmly holds the first place, the Fishing Party is second, and the Spirit Chef Party is third.

Faced with an endless army of machines, the Mining Emperors' eyes lit up.

They led their clones, carrying enchanted pickaxes that shimmered with light, and surged forward like locusts.

The pickaxe was swung so tightly during the battle that it was impossible to get through.

Amidst the clanging and hammering, a large number of intact mechanical arms, energy cores, and even living metal were forcibly chiseled off and casually stored in their spatial baggage.

Consider it as profit from "mining".

Meanwhile, the anglers also joined the fray.

They sat in a row at the back, in a relatively safe place, and cast out their specially made fishing rods.

The fishing line sliced ​​through the sky, precisely entangled the high-speed moving mechanical hounds or hovering turrets, and then these muscular fishermen shouted, their muscles bulging, and used their immense strength to "fish" those mechanical units back, slamming them into their own ranks, where they were instantly overwhelmed by countless special abilities.

Or it could be a series of life-soul characteristics such as remote transmission of lightning and dissolution.

New players from the new map seem very pragmatic.

They drove rudimentary, dilapidated vehicles, roaming the edges of the battlefield, scavenging all sorts of mechanical wreckage and "junk" that players didn't want.

Although the profits are not high, they enjoy it immensely.

Every time veteran players organize a raid, it's a rare opportunity for them to make a fortune.

This is much easier than hunting hard by yourself.

The leftovers can be transformed into sacrificial power, which can be used to greatly enhance one's strength upon returning home.

Along the way, newbie players kept shouting: Make way, make way, the garbage truck is passing by, brothers, make way for the recycling lane.

As players continued to enter the fray, wave after wave of counterattacks crashed down on the mechanical legion.

Many ancient and fun games also emerged during this process.

For example, on one side of the battlefield, a giant black serpent over a hundred meters long snaked across the scorched earth, swimming at high speed across the battlefield.

Its scales gleamed with a cold, hard luster in the dim light, and wherever it passed, mechanical units were easily smashed and crushed.

On the broad back of this giant black serpent stood a simple mobile platform.

The area was filled with players dressed in magnificent robes.

"Brothers in front, make way! Black Dragon Express is back! Make way to advance!" The commander player standing on the snake's head shouted excitedly.

"Hold on tight, the moving target shooting test has begun." The magic-based players on the snake's back were equally excited. They didn't need to worry about positioning or survival; they only needed to focus all their energy on efficient output.

With a ruthless flick of its tail, the black giant snake instantly cleared a large area.

The magic-based players on the snake's back immediately seized the opportunity, unleashing various life-spirit traits towards the area where the mechanical legion was gathered.

During this period, many new abstract art movements also emerged.

For example, one

The summoner's skillful maneuvers left nearby players speechless.

The player, whose main soul was inlaid with the "Fear" soul, lazily leaned back on a comfortable recliner woven from animal hide after entering the battlefield.

Carrying him forward was a terrifying summoned beast with eight ferocious heads and surrounded by black mist.

The Summoning Stream players, who usually run the "Nightmare Experience Hall" in the small world, are now returning home in glory.

The weather in the Land of the Sun was not hot, but to his left was a frightened beast vigorously fanning itself.

A group of fearful summoned beasts led the way, fiercely battling the mechanical legion's war units.

Summoner players, on the other hand, rest their elbows on the recliner and prop their chins up.

On the small table in front of him sat a small pot bubbling away, the rich aroma of spiritual food contrasting sharply with the smell of gunpowder from the battlefield. "Ah," the summoner player exclaimed, opening his mouth.

The frightened summon beast standing on the right decisively stepped forward, picked up the slices of meat cooked in the pot, and handed them to the player's mouth.

The summoner player chewed slowly, comfortably squinting as he observed the battlefield.

"Holy crap... this guy's too flashy, is he on vacation?" A warrior player who had just slain a mechanical hound stared wide-eyed at the sight.

"Everyone says that on a big battlefield, the players who know how to pull off amazing plays are the focus of attention. Compared to you guys who are all about talent, I feel so inferior. How can you guys be so good at it?"

"I think I understand the fun of the summoner build now. This is too flashy. I really want to rush over and knock over his hot pot, and punch him in the face while I'm at it."

Ignoring the exclamations of nearby players, the summoner chose to remain silent, lazily raising a finger, and a new Fear Beast quickly materialized from the shadows on the ground, filling the gap.

He raised his hand again and pointed, applying a buff to the newly summoned Fearful Beast.

After doing all this, he stretched and yawned, looking somewhat sleepy.

This scene made nearby players grit their teeth in envy. There's nothing wrong with doing something funny; in the eyes of players, the ability to do something funny is a skill.

People even welcomed it.

In every large-scale free-for-all battle, those players with amazing skills and unique ideas have a high probability of being recorded and recorded in the annals of glory for future generations to admire.

But this summoner player's lazy posture is a bit annoying.

Everyone is fighting fiercely, their hands aching from swinging weapons, and they have to constantly monitor their health, fighting hard to kill enemies and earn sacrificial power amidst a hail of bullets.

But this guy actually got sleepy.

"Damn it, bro, can't you respect the battlefield? Can't you respect the mechanical legion? They were the formidable enemies who gave us a psychological trauma back in the day."

"Exactly! We're sweating buckets here, and you're over there eating hot pot and yawning? Don't you have any conscience?"

"Bro, tone it down. Going too far with your bragging will get you struck by lightning," an assassin player muttered as he crept past, panting.

Faced with the crowd's condemnation, the summoner player merely opened his half-closed eyes slightly, then closed them again:

"I understand, let's talk after I wake up."

The nearby players, who were furious with him, were speechless.

However, this summoner-focused player was soon punished.

In the chaos of the battlefield, summoning beasts out of fear alone is clearly not enough to ensure absolute safety.

Just as the terrified horde of beasts carried him across a scorched area that had just been cleared by magic, a sharp, piercing sound suddenly came from the air.

boom!
The thick beacon spear fell beside him, stirring up a fierce wind.

The sudden attack exceeded the frightened beast's reaction speed.

Several frightened beasts were defeated on the spot, the floating platform tilted immediately, and the hot pot soup spilled out.

The beacon spear shattered at that moment.

Dense figures of "Iron Soul Breakers" appeared, shoulder cannons instantly popped out, and a fierce attack swept towards the nearest summoner player.

Some panicked summoner players scrambled to their feet, only to be vaporized by the intense onslaught, dissipating into mist and vanishing.

The summoner-style players who were just moments ago so invincible have suddenly disappeared from the scene without warning.

A moment of silence fell over this small area of ​​the battlefield.

Followed by.

"it is good!!!"

Someone shouted out on the regional channel, filled with barely suppressed joy.

The next second, cheers and gloating shouts spread, even drowning out the sounds of battle not far away.

"Well done, Iron Soul."

"Hahaha, showing off got you struck by lightning, that was awesome. If Iron Soul doesn't make a move, it'll be my turn."

"That's good, that's good. Now he's really awake before we talk. Go to the dark room and get in line."

Some players even applauded on the spot.

A sense of exhilaration, akin to "the villain being punished," permeates the player community.

While it's certainly sympathetic to see a fellow villager killed, the only thing left to do when it's this particularly deserving fellow villager who gets punished is to have fun.

As time went on, the war officially entered a period of free and unrestrained play for the players.

There was no unified command; all that existed was utter chaos.

Every player style is participating in this "feast" against the mechanical legion in their own way, in a way that they are best at and enjoy the most.

The mechanical legion's precise and efficient killing logic frequently makes mistakes in judging player behavior.

Prior to this, the Mechanical Legion had never collected any data related to the player race.

The mechanical legion's judgment logic is based on big data.

The first step is to determine the life structure.

First, determine whether the opponent is a flesh-and-blood type life form, a mechanical type life form, a mental type life form, an elemental type life form, etc.

The scan results for the player indicate that they are a flesh-and-blood life form.

Based on the first judgment, the second judgment is behavioral pattern analysis.

Based on known behaviors of flesh-and-blood life forms, it is logically expected that flesh-and-blood life forms possess a strong survival instinct.

When subjected to potentially fatal damage, they will actively evade, retreat, or enter a defensive state.

Individuals have limited energy reserves and will inevitably enter a period of exhaustion after high-intensity combat.

The social structure has a core node (leader), and destroying it can cause the morale of the group to collapse.

The reality is that it's a free war model.

When faced with a fatal attack, players often choose to tough it out, or even launch a more ferocious suicide attack when their health is almost depleted, just to earn more sacrificial power to get back into the dark room.

As for player energy, since players replenish it using potions and energy-consuming items, there is almost no period of exhaustion.

An effective answer cannot be obtained solely from the energy release analysis obtained from the scan.

Further steps include threat level assessment, tactical countermeasures, and so on.

However, the logic of the mechanical legion is based on rationality, efficiency, and the instinct for survival.

The core driving forces behind the behavior patterns of the player community are experience, fun, and fearlessness of death.

Before the mechanical legion has collected enough player information and established an effective countermeasure database, the logical judgments used against other races are meaningless to the players.

Faced with the players' "wild punches," the mechanical legion was completely overwhelmed in the initial encounter.

The steel torrent collided with a vibrant, chaotic kaleidoscope, equally unafraid of death.

During this period, the price of growth potions in the mall experienced a surge.

The players' counterattack quickly pushed the mechanical legion forward toward the Howling Stone Forest.

However, the mechanical legion's new round of war intensity assessment was also completed at this time, and the new feedback was generated and sent back to the rear.

Before long, the sky suddenly darkened.

A deep hum came from above, drowning out all the noise on the battlefield.

The next second, the players witnessed what it meant for the sky to fall.

This time, it wasn't a rain of beacon spears that struck.

Countless irregular dark cubes tore through space, crashing down with the force to crush everything in their path.

Upon contact with the ground, it rapidly unfolded, transforming into fissures hundreds of meters high.

Like enormous eyes suddenly opening on the earth, their scale far exceeded the spatial rifts torn open by the previous "Beacon Spear Capsule".

An even more terrifying torrent of machinery surged forth from the crack.

Standing over eighty meters tall and resembling a giant scorpion, the "Trampler" war unit made its debut. Its torso was covered with countless cannons like a honeycomb, and each salvo unleashed a storm of metal.

Countless "predator" type aircraft, like a migrating swarm of locusts, obscured the already dim sky, and in the shadows they cast, deadly energy rays poured down like a torrential rain.

Next came the support hive, which resembled a steel jellyfish. Upon its arrival, it released countless swarms of self-destructing drones.

Finally, the "Silent Lord" appeared, releasing a force field barrier upon arrival. Subsequently, a large number of engineer units were deployed to the battlefield to collect debris, which was then reassembled and used to repopulate the battlefield.

The counter-current that had been unstoppable just moments before was like a fragile sandcastle, shattered by the new mechanical tidal wave in the face of this destructive torrent.

The war quickly shifted from a free-spirited celebration for players to a brutal survival mode.

But players don't care at all.

Before the battle even began, the players knew that if a full-scale war were to break out, they would certainly be no match for the mechanical legion.

There is a gap between the two sides that cannot be bridged at present, whether in terms of high-end combat power or mid-level combat power.

The only thing players care about throughout the game is how much sacrificial power they can earn before they die.

Therefore, they are not afraid of the mechanical legion's strong counterattack at all. In survival mode, they can still continue to enjoy the fun of grinding.

Many top guilds are also regrouping under the new pressure from the Mechanical Legion, preparing to switch to war mode.

The chaotic revelry of the Freedom Wars is receding, and the iron-fisted order of the United Front is quietly revealing its edge.

　Updated ahead of schedule~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)