The Monster is Coming

Chapter 479 A Lone Sword Is Hard to Hold, But the Twist of Fate Takes Shape

The seemingly innocuous words of guidance caused Tu Hu's expression to freeze instantly.

"what?!"

Even with a mind tempered by a thousand years of trials and tribulations, one can still feel a sudden and unexpected panic at this moment.

I thought my connection with the Rongling people was over, and that we would live in peace and happiness from now on.

The Rongling civilization will flourish in a small world without external enemies. He will also return to his team as a player and explore the monster world with his brothers, enjoying a carefree and exhilarating time.

Unexpectedly, the Rongling civilization forgot its warning and dared to embark on an expedition that would cost the Zhimeng civilization dearly.

As a player, he knew all too well what the Monster World was.

The Rongling civilization is undoubtedly the super overlord of the small world, but in the monster world, it is nothing more than roadside weeds.

Small factions like the Rongling Civilization are as numerous as stars in the sky here.

Every descending power was once the absolute overlord of its small world, without exception.

If you can't even dominate the small world, you don't even have the right to set foot in the monster world.

The forces that descend are generally invincible in their own worlds, and they descend upon the monster world one after another in order to seek a broader future.

However, most of the protagonists of these small worlds were silently annihilated on this cruel land, becoming nourishment for the monster world and even stronger forces.

The Rongling civilization was clearly no exception.

Perhaps a sneeze from a passing powerful being could cause the Rongling civilization to collapse.

Knowing what was about to happen, Tu Hu suddenly felt extremely anxious.

Although the bond has ended, the feelings for the Rongling tribe remain. More than a thousand years of companionship and protection cannot be easily let go.

Protecting the Rongling civilization is also the root of the "Sword of Civilization".

He could choose not to see it, but he absolutely did not want the Rongling civilization to perish.

What made his heart sink was the second half of the guidance: the coordinates of the arrival of the Rongling Clan are quite dangerous, and the level of risk can be compared with that of the Tianhuo Clan.

How could he not know the "Legendary Mage King" that forum players talked about?

The Skyfire Clan's airborne arrival back then was like lambs being thrown into the tiger's den.

This means that the place where the Rongling tribe descended had a powerful force capable of easily crushing the Rongling civilization.

Tu Hu suddenly felt a strong sense of urgency.

In the Dream World, where time flows tens of thousands of times faster, one day here is equivalent to decades in the smaller world.

He didn't have much time to prepare.

Thinking of this, Tu Hu looked up at the guide:
"Guide, how long until the Rongling Clan descends upon the monster world?"

[Descending in 4 days, 2 hours, 38 minutes, and 29 seconds. Location: Heavenly Prison Continent - Black Swift Domain...]

The guide provides detailed arrival time and coordinates.

Although he possesses demigod power, his situation is similar to that of Elder Cangxuan.

The power they wield comes from emotional energy; they are demigods in terms of power, but their physical bodies are weak.

They knew nothing about the means by which the physical body could traverse space.

The only hope once again rested on the Gold Coin Merchant Guild's teleportation service.

This problem can be solved by the power of the Flower Festival.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his anxiety and looked apologetically at his teammates beside him.

The promise made at the Ancient God Arena was still fresh in his mind, and the anticipation of getting freebies had not yet faded, yet he had to temporarily abandon his brothers once again.

"Brothers, I'm sorry, I..." He opened his mouth, but hesitated for a moment before finally saying what he wanted to say.

At that moment, the warrior Rock in the team patted him on the shoulder:
"Go ahead, the most important thing is to have a clear mind, and don't leave yourself with regrets."

"Brother Hard, there's nothing to apologize for." Little Bottle nodded vigorously, her eyes resolute.
“That’s the civilization you’ve protected for thousands of years. How can you just abandon it like that? I support you in setting off.”

Even drifting in the wind is a rare moment of seriousness:
“Brother Hard, we can take advantage of the Ancient God Arena anytime, but if the Rongling Civilization is gone, you’ll regret it so much. You’ll never get over this hurdle… You might even slap yourself when you think about it, regretting why you didn’t go back then.”

The mage in the group also laughed:

"Don't worry about us, our brothers are always here. Just ask if you need help, and we'll raise more if we don't have enough sacrificial power."

Seeing his teammates' unreserved support and understanding, Tu Hu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and all his unspoken words were ultimately reduced to a heavy nod.

Without further hesitation, he immediately activated the gold coin plugin and contacted the space team's customer service.

Shortly after, a successful connection notification appeared on the addon, and an elegant Lunar Eclipse player, dressed in a silver-white robe, appeared:
"Customer service representative Wen Yue (Gold Coin 3291) is at your service. How can I help you?"

When questioned, Tu Hu got straight to the point:
"I need the teleportation service to the Heavenly Prison Continent - Black Strike Domain as soon as possible. Here are the coordinates (coordinates attached)."

"Understood. I have recorded the coordinates you provided. Next, our team will conduct a comprehensive assessment of the structural stability, spatial compatibility, and potential risks of this coordinate point by asking questions and consulting library materials, and then customize a unique teleportation plan for you..."

Before the other party could begin explaining the case, Tu Hu couldn't help but interrupt:
"How long will the assessment take? My situation is urgent, can it be prioritized?"

In the video feed, Yuewen politely shook her head.

"I'm sorry, I understand your urgency, but the space team currently has multiple cross-space orders. Secondly, the construction of all space teleportation arrays requires a complete risk assessment process. I cannot give you a specific time when construction can begin; you can only wait."

Tu Hu's heart sank.

What he can least afford to waste right now is time.

Since conventional channels are not working, the only one capable of directly intervening and accelerating the teleportation array construction process is perhaps the Gold Coin Merchant Guild President, "Shoujili".

The thought of that name made Tu Hu's lips twitch slightly.

This association president is always elusive, and the friend-adding function even has a screening mechanism.

The last time, when he was just an ordinary player, he tried to add it.

The result immediately popped up a message: Adding is restricted.

He couldn't even send out his application, which clearly meant that his qualifications were far from meeting the initial screening threshold set by the other party.

But this time... things might be different.

After all, he is now ranked first on the Soul Level list.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to give it a try and opened the friend search interface again, entering the name that players considered to represent wealth: "Gathering Sacrifice Power".

This time, no restriction prompts popped up.

A concise application instructions box popped up.

Tu Hu filled in the verification information without hesitation:

[The creator of the self-created life essence "Sword of Civilization" has an urgent need for inter-space teleportation and is willing to pay the premium for building a space teleportation array. Requesting assistance.]

My consciousness hovered over the "send" button for a moment, then fell heavily to the ground.

The application has been submitted; all that's left is to wait.

But to Tu Hu's surprise, a few seconds after submitting the request, a notification sound rang in his mind:

[Challenger's Note: Player "Sacrifice Power" has accepted your friend request.]

Immediately afterwards, a notification popped up requesting a communication connection, initiated by Shoujili.

The high efficiency invigorated Tu Hu, and he immediately answered the call.

Suddenly, a screen of light unfolded in front of him.

The image shows an extremely handsome young man.

He was dressed in the Gold Coin Merchants' Guild's special attire, and had a smile on his face:
"Hard as a rock?" the other person spoke first, with a hint of interest in their voice.

"A self-created life spirit, a sword of civilization... That's interesting. Tell me, what urgent needs do you have that you need my help with?"

The other party got straight to the point, and Tu Hu didn't beat around the bush either, decisively explaining the situation briefly and emphasizing his urgency.

"That's the situation, Guild Master Gold Coin. I need to build a teleportation array to the Heavenly Prison Continent - Black Strike Domain as quickly as possible. Price is not an issue; I'm willing to pay a premium. I just want efficiency."

After listening to Tu Hu's account, Shou Jili didn't ask for further details, nor did he show much curiosity about the Sword of Civilization's soul. He simply nodded.
“I have recorded the coordinates and requirements you provided. Since your situation is urgent, I will prioritize your request.”

While agreeing, A-Lan didn't even discuss the price, and continued:
"I will keep an eye on the progress of the space team's assessment and construction plan, and I will send it to you as soon as I get it."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." A-Lan nodded with a smile, then hung up the phone.

Having received assurances of the power to collect offerings, Tu Hu felt somewhat relieved.

But the sense of urgency has not subsided.

The more you understand the unknown "Heavenly Prison Continent - Black Disease Domain", the more control you will have.

Without further delay, he briefly explained the situation to his teammates and then rushed to the Imperial Tomb Village Library.

He then found a quiet corner inside, sat down, and looked up at the sign:
"Brother Guide, please help me retrieve all the information about the Heavenly Prison Continent, especially the Black Disease Domain. The more detailed the better."

The guidance went unanswered. Several orbs of light, exuding an ancient and rustic aura, drifted down from the bookshelf and transformed into heavy books on the desk in front of Tu Hu.

Tu Hu took a deep breath and, without hesitation, flipped to the top book. Flowing text and 3D images immediately appeared on the pages, and he began to quickly look through them.

Several hours later, just as Tu Hu was engrossed in the relevant information, the gold coin plugin emitted a notification sound.

It was a message from A-Lan.

This indicates that the space team has completed its assessment and the plan has been finalized.

The spatial structure at the target location is stable, and it is expected that the construction can be completed in as little as 4 to 5 days.

Four to five days—this timeframe meant he had to work against the clock.

They set off the moment the teleportation array was completed, without any room for delay.

Although Alan did not mention the construction cost at all, Tu Hu still transferred 30 sacrificial power as an advance payment.

President Alan gave him face; that's his magnanimity.

If you accept it calmly, you're being immature.

The 30 yuan advance payment was a polite response to Alan's trust.

This is also his way of dealing with people; he is unwilling to take advantage of others in any way.

After completing the payment, Tu Hu suppressed the increasingly intense sense of urgency in his heart.

He couldn't afford to waste the days while the teleportation array was being set up.

Tu Hu turned his gaze back to the heavy tomes on the table, immersing himself once more in the vast amount of information, trying to extract more intelligence about the Black Strike Domain from between the lines, in order to prepare for the fierce battle to come.

For the next two days, Tu Hu spent almost no time in the library.

By consulting the information and the guidance provided, he pieced together a complete picture of the location and environment where the Rongling tribe had descended.

The Black Strike Domain, where the Rongling civilization is about to descend, is ruled by a force called the "Diyuan Clan".

In the images provided in the book, the Diyuan tribe members resemble upright giant apes, covered in black scales, and generally over three meters tall.

Its two arms are unusually thick, almost reaching its knees, with five fingers that are metal claws. Its head is relatively small, and its facial structure appears particularly ferocious and distorted from a human aesthetic point of view.

The genetic development system of this race is referred to in the documents as: gene chimerism technology.

They are fanatically pursuing the infinite possibilities of life forms, and the core tenet of their civilization's development is: all genes of all things can be used for my purposes.

By plundering, analyzing, and dismantling, and continuously integrating the superior gene fragments of different races, they cultivated a terrifying army of bio-monsters.

The only thing these monsters have in common is that they are absolutely obedient to the will of the Diyuan tribe members.

From the moment of their birth, the monsters are implanted with an "obedience mark," giving all bio-monsters characteristics similar to social insects.

Just like ants and bees, they are born to selflessly dedicate themselves to the benefit of the Diyuan tribe, even to the point of death.

The records contain a large amount of video footage of such monsters, which are all sophisticated killing weapons.

For example, there is a monster called the "Corruption Devourer," which resembles a giant mountain of flesh. It can secrete highly corrosive mucus that can rapidly decompose the creatures it devours, extracting their genetic advantages for its own evolution.

Or it could be the Hunter, a killing weapon with stealth capabilities, able to conceal itself by altering light and shadow, its arms being active bone blades capable of tearing through spatial barriers, making it the most advanced assassination weapon in the hands of the Diyuan Clan.

Other advanced war units include the Disperser, Destroyer, Armored Beast, and others.

This is just the tip of the iceberg of the Diyuan tribe's vast monster roster.

They used the Black Disease Domain as a testing ground, constantly throwing newly bred bio-monsters into it to observe their combat performance and adaptability in complex environments.

The Diyuan tribe will not hesitate to capture any "foreign samples" that intrude into the area.

Valuable specimens will be dismantled, studied, and incorporated into their gene pools.

Those that are worthless will be directly consumed as nutrients.

Once the cross-dimensional legion of the Rongling civilization descends upon the Black Disease Domain...

Undoubtedly, they will become a fresh genetic sample delivered to the door by the Diyuan people.

The thought of the Rongling children facing endless biological monsters designed specifically for killing made Tu Hu's breathing quicken.

The only saving grace was the information provided by the guide.

The Diyuan Clan lacks a demigod-level expert to oversee them, and they also lack the technology to generate a demigod-level expert by pooling the power of civilization through the "collective method."

As long as he arrives in time, once the sword of civilization is drawn, the monster army created by gene-chimerism technology will be nothing but chickens and dogs before the sword of rules that spans the rise and fall of civilizations.

Within the sword's domain, there is no enemy who can withstand a single blow.

However, for the Rongling civilization, the Diyuan tribe was undoubtedly a brutal behemoth that they could not defeat even with all their might.

Thinking of this, a shadow fell over Tu Hu's heart.

He realized he had forgotten a crucial question.

No matter how strong he is, he is still just one person.

In the small world, the Sword of Civilization can sever the world's will and protect the future of a race.

However, in this vast and boundless world of monsters, its power is manifested within the sword aura domain, and the area it can cover is limited.

He thought of Old Master Cangxuan.

This exceptionally talented swordsmanship master also possessed a rule-level sword aura, far surpassing him in skill.

One person wields three sword techniques; the sword of civilization he controls is derived from the sword of protection.

In his later years, Elder Cangxuan was the absolute pillar of the Dreamweaver Civilization during the War of Despair and was revered as its guardian deity.

But the result?

Even though Cang Xuan possessed extraordinary martial prowess, he could only defend one city or one place against the endless onslaught of the Eclipse Light Clan. He could not stop the trend of the vast civilization territory from falling into ruin.

We watched helplessly as cities turned into ruins and countless compatriots perished before our eyes.

Where the sword's domain could not reach, the destructive torrent spread unstoppably.

No matter how strong Grandpa Cangxuan's personal combat power was, he couldn't turn the tide.

Ultimately, the extreme sense of powerlessness gave birth to the sword of slaughter and the sword of destruction.

He abandoned his duty to protect, chose to stop the killing with killing, and single-handedly stormed into the territory of the Eclipse Light Clan, wiping out the enemy.

They won the war.

But when he returned, his body aged and frail, the Dreamweaver civilization he had dedicated his life to protecting had long since vanished into the dust of history.

Thinking about this, a question came to Tu Hu's mind.

"I can slay all the monsters of the Diyuan tribe... but can I protect the Rongling civilization?"

The truth about this issue is harsh, and the lessons of history are right before our eyes.

The past of Grandpa Cangxuan was a mirror. He seemed to see the despairing scene of the Rongling civilization turning into ruins after he had slain countless monsters.

A strong sense of helplessness gripped his heart.

After a brief silence, he thought again of the all-powerful president of the Gold Coin Merchants Guild.

He then decisively brought up his contact list and sent another connection request to "Shoujili".

A few seconds later, the light screen unfolded, and A-Lan's figure appeared, smiling and nodding at him.

"President A-Lan, I have a favor to ask of you." Tu Hu's tone was urgent.

"The situation may be more complicated than I imagined... I need your help... to provide the power to protect the Rongling civilization. I know you have cooperative relationships with top guilds like the Divine Hall... As long as you can help me, no matter how much sacrificial power is needed, I will definitely repay you."

This time, Tu Hu revealed his story with the Rongling civilization in detail, no longer glossing over it.

Ah Lan listened quietly, a thoughtful expression on his handsome face.

After Tu Hu finished speaking, he nodded with a smile:

"There's a cross-dimensional war with free teleportation, and the enemy isn't too strong. I'm sure the God King and the others would be very willing to participate. Your request is easy to fulfill. I'll contact the guild leaders of the Divine Hall, Starry Sky, and other guilds for you right away."

Just as A-Lan was about to hang up the connection.

"Wait, President Alan, there's another problem. What about the super-large interdimensional teleportation array? Without it, even if the God King and the others are willing to help, their army can't get through."

This issue is very important to Tu Hu.

Without a stable, large-scale passage to the Black Disease Domain, any support is just empty talk.

He had the Gold Coin Merchants' Guild create a small teleportation array, which was completely incapable of transporting a large army.

Upon hearing this, A-Lan in the video shook her head:
"The teleportation array that can support large-scale cross-dimensional deployment of legions has a complex structure, and energy supply and stability are top-level challenges... Our Gold Coin Merchant Guild's space team is not yet capable of undertaking a project of this scale, and we also do not have enough time."

Upon hearing this, Tu Hu's heart tightened.

Just as his spirits were sinking to rock bottom, Ah Lan suddenly changed the subject, a meaningful smile appearing on her face:

"However, I happen to have a friend who can solve this problem... Let me first speak with the God King, and then I'll contact him for you."

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(End of this chapter)