The Monster is Coming

Chapter 481 The parents called for reinforcements

Xing Tong's gaze was fixed on the golden figure in the picture, tears welling up in her eyes.

She still clearly remembers every detail before her ancestor passed away.

He leaned against a corner of the city wall, leaving behind the rules of fusion he obtained after slaying the world's will, entrusting the future of the Rongling Clan to them, and then vanished into the world like mist.

That was an image etched into her soul, and also the most tragic final chapter of the old era of the Rongling civilization.

At this moment, facing the invincible demon legion and watching the Velvet Spirit fleet turn into stardust one after another in the torrent of destruction, she realized that she was wrong.

Their analysis of the dream world contained serious misjudgments.

An expedition that exhausted the power of civilization was doomed to destruction from the very beginning.

In her despair, she once again couldn't help but think of the ancestor who always led the Rongling tribe to turn the tide in dire straits.

This time, however, she didn't even dare to have any hope.

How could someone who witnessed complete annihilation possibly be resurrected across realms?

But the golden sword mark that stretched across the sky shattered the despair in her heart and also destroyed her perception of reality.

As a rigorous scholar and leader of civilization, she believed in reason and logic throughout her life.

They firmly believe that everything has its own inherent laws, and even the most incredible phenomena can be explained by placing them within a larger and unexplored scientific framework.

So-called miracles are nothing more than unknown science beyond the boundaries of existing knowledge.

This has been proven many times throughout the development of the Rongling civilization.

For example, a fairyland appears.

In the ancient times before the appearance of their ancestors, the Rongling civilization often saw mountains and lakes that should not exist in the distance in the desert or on the sea outside the forest, and regarded them as "fairyland" or creations of gods.

However, according to the dream-weaving knowledge given by our ancestors, this is a mirage. The reason is that the air temperature difference causes uneven density distribution. When light passes through air layers of different densities, it will be refracted, "transporting" the image of distant scenery to our eyes.

It can be accurately predicted using the principles of geometric optics and physics.

Secondly, there are natural disasters such as plagues, which are actually related to microorganisms.

But what was happening before her eyes shattered her understanding.

A life form whose energy and vitality completely dissipated before her, an existence that had clearly died on a physical level for hundreds of years, was able to disregard the most basic conservation of mass-energy, cross the barriers of the world, and reappear in an even more powerful form.

She couldn't explain the miracle before her eyes using her existing knowledge.

Tears also flowed uncontrollably.

At this moment, Xing Tong is like a child who has been wronged outside, who thought that she could only solve the problem on her own, so she must be strong.

But the moment the "parent" appeared, all the grievances and pressures found an outlet, and the leader's facade was completely shed.

The ancestor who turned around looked just like the one I remembered, yet there was a hint of unfamiliarity about him.

Her once loose, long hair has been transformed into a neat buzz cut.

She was no longer wearing a loose robe, but a simple short-sleeved shirt.

What he held in his hand was the pale golden greatsword that had once shattered the will of the world, exuding a reassuring and weighty aura.

A deep sense of helplessness could still be seen in his eyes.

It seemed to be blaming her for not keeping the promise she made years ago.

the other side.

Tu Hu's gaze swept over the remaining Rongling fleet, and a sense of helplessness, like that of a parent facing a disobedient child, welled up in his heart.

Xing Tong ultimately disobeyed his instructions and embarked on this dangerous cross-border expedition.

But since the children have already caused trouble, as parents, we should clear all obstacles for them.

He turned to face the surging tide of Diyuan tribe monsters, his eyes suddenly sharpening.

Step out.

He casually swung the golden greatsword horizontally.

The expansion of the sword aura was not accompanied by any earth-shattering momentum; instead, a pale golden arc-shaped ripple pushed forward.

Wherever the ripples passed, both ferocious beasts and agile hunters were silently annihilated.

It's like being erased from a canvas by an eraser, leaving not a speck of dust behind.

The Diyuan tribe reacted swiftly, decisively changing their attack strategy.

Behind them, the mountain-like Destruction Beast opened its blood-red maw, and the energy incubation nest inside instantly lit up. A torrent of destructive energy, powerful enough to flatten mountains, roared out, and the light it emitted instantly turned night into day.

Faced with this attack, Tu Hu simply raised the golden greatsword in his hand and casually parried it in front of him.

block!
The devastating energy torrent was instantly calmed upon touching the sword's domain. The energy structure shattered and disintegrated inch by inch at the microscopic level, transforming into basic spiritual energy that dissipated into the world.

Before the Diyuan tribe could react, Tu Hu twisted his wrist, shifting his sword stance from defense to offense.

It was still an extremely simple, straight thrust.

The sword's edge, pointing forward, negates the very existence of all Diyuan tribe war units within several kilometers, regardless of their combat strength or form, at the rule level.

With a single sword strike, all was silent.

However, the Diyuan tribe's offensive did not stop there.

For them, bio-monsters are renewable consumables, just like bullets, missiles, or various energy-destructive beams used by technological civilizations in war.

The appearance of Tu Hu made the Di Yuan tribe feel a strong threat.

They instantly adjusted the assessment of the war's intensity, and the hatcheries lit up from all directions of the Black Strike Domain after receiving the order.

New monsters surged forth like a tidal wave.

This time, it's no longer a push-and-pull operation.

The Di Yuan spiritual network instantly connected to the battlefield, and the monster horde transformed into a swarm of bees with a unified will, launching an attack on Tu Hu and the Rong Ling fleet behind him from the sky, the ground, underground, and all directions.

Tu Hu's expression remained unchanged, and he swung the Sword of Civilization once more.

The seemingly simple movements, with each swing of the sword, instantly clear out an area.

During this period, the pale golden sword aura domain was like an absolute forbidden zone that constantly expanded and changed shape; anyone who stepped into it would be instantly wiped out.

In this seemingly one-sided battle, the analyst in the Diyuan Clan's "Creation Nest" was experiencing a surge of information in his mind.

They captured a key phenomenon in the information flow of feedback from weapons of war.

No matter how fierce the battle, every movement and sword strike of the golden figure subconsciously created a barrier, with the aim of firmly protecting the weaker race behind him.

On several occasions, he even gave up better attack positions in order to intercept stray bullets aimed at the fleet.

"Priority determination updated."

The analyst issued a cold, logical instruction: The target has an extremely high tendency to protect its rear units. Adjust tactics, prioritize attacking its protected targets, force it into a passive defensive mode, find weaknesses, and create opportunities to kill it.

The new orders were instantly issued to all combat units at the front.

In an instant, the monster army that had been surging toward Tu Hu like a tidal wave suddenly split up.

More than 70% of the forces fearlessly rushed towards the remaining Rongling fleet from other directions, unleashing energy beams and corrosive liquid like a torrential downpour on the fragile ships.

Seeing this, Tu Hu immediately sensed something was wrong.

No matter how strong his sword aura is, its coverage is ultimately limited. It cannot, like a magic-based player, launch a massive attack and protect the entire Rongling civilization under his sword aura.

Faced with this all-round, indiscriminate saturation attack, he could save the east but could not take care of the west.

A chill ran up my spine.

He seemed to see the predicament that Old Master Cangxuan had faced back then.

Even with the power to reach the heavens and the earth, it is impossible to spread sweet rain everywhere and protect every inch of land and every member of the tribe.

They could only watch helplessly as cities fell one by one in the reports that were being sent back.

Individual military force is pale and powerless in the face of a war between civilizations.

Tu Hu now finally understands why the potential forces selected by forum players all want to develop the "Ants to Dragons" power of collective strength.

Forces including the Anti-Tide Legion, Shuyan, and Mingwu Clan are all deeply involved in this field.

His understanding of the system at the time was: to unite the power of countless individuals into a single force, unleashing a terrifying destructive power that surpasses the limits of any individual.

But now I understand that the deeper reason is that when the power of unity is activated, it can be both an offensive spear and a protective shield.

If the Rongling fleet can connect everyone's spirit, energy, and even existence itself through a united approach, forming a collective domain, then any external attacks that touch this domain will be evenly distributed among all connected individuals to bear the burden, or even neutralized and disintegrated by the power flowing within the domain.

He would no longer need to rush around to different attacked areas like a firefighter.

He used to think that the battle formation system was too inefficient.

It is expensive to build and consumes a huge amount of resources every time it is activated, making it completely unsuitable for use in squad mode.

But now, he suddenly realized.

Battle formations are the core direction for the future of a civilization.

Without the infinite margin for error that players have, other civilizations prioritize survival over offense. The greatest strength of a united front is not offense, but rather a defense that covers the entire population.

laugh!
At this moment, another beam of destructive light pierced through the edge that the sword aura domain could not cover, instantly piercing through several heavy warships.

A violent explosion accompanied by a piercing sound of structure tearing apart rang out. Tu Hu decisively swung his sword backhand, wiping out the behemoth that was releasing the beam of destruction, but he could not stop the warship from crashing into the earth amidst raging flames.

Tu Hu's breathing suddenly became rapid.

It's not that the power is exhausted; the release of momentum does not involve any level of consumption.

The main problem is the mental exhaustion caused by constantly running around, making quick judgments about crises, and making decisions.

But he did not give up, flashing wildly around the remaining formation of the Rongling fleet. Every time he appeared, he would unleash a sword that tore through the darkness, clearing away the threat in a certain area.

the other side.

The Diyuan tribe found that the tactics were effective, and the strongest individual of the opponent was already in a state of exhaustion, only able to passively defend, but had lost the ability to attack. They decisively strengthened the use of this tactic.

All the attacks came like a torrential downpour, bypassing his most solid rock and relentlessly pounding at the fleet behind him. Saving the east meant danger for the west; protecting the front meant chaos for the rear.

This passive defense is a huge torment for Tu Hu.

Behind them, the battle lines were slowly consuming the remaining younger generations of the Rongling tribe.

We must hold on!

We must hold on no matter what!

He gritted his teeth, unleashing his sword aura to its fullest extent. The pale golden sword light resembled a burning star, attempting to draw more attacks into his defensive range.

However, it is still impossible to be perfect in every aspect.

At this moment, Tu Hu even had the idea of ​​simply attacking the rear of the Di Yuan tribe.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

The tragedy of Grandpa Cangxuan is still fresh in our minds.

Faced with a desperate situation, it ventured alone into the enemy's territory in search of a way out.

If he leaves, the Rongling tribe members behind him, who have lost their protection, will be swallowed up by a terrifying tide of monsters in an instant.

This is by no means a way to break the deadlock; rather, it completely extinguishes the last hope of the Rongling civilization and leads to a repeat of past mistakes.

The anxiety in his heart almost set him on fire.

He kept swinging his sword and parrying, then a wisp of his mind focused on a semi-transparent contact interface that rapidly unfolded at the edge of his field of vision.

His gaze locked onto the game ID "Throat of Rebellion" in the list, and he sent a connection request to the other party.

The connection was established the next second.

A detached voice echoed in his mind:

"explain."

After Tu Hu's figure flashed, he shattered the incoming torrent of energy and said rapidly:
"Great Boss, how much longer will the large spatial tunnel take? I can't hold on much longer. The Diyuan Clan's attacks are all aimed at the Rongling Fleet. The area is too large for me to protect."

"Stop arguing. If you don't join the connection, it will speed things up by a few seconds. It's almost over. Hold on a little longer."

Communication was abruptly cut off.

But Tu Hu's spirit suddenly lifted, even though there was no specific time.

But the words "it's almost over" were like a shot of adrenaline.

He took a deep breath, his weariness vanishing, replaced by an even more frenzied fighting spirit.

"kill!"

With a roar, Tu Hu transformed into a golden sun, rapidly traversing the battlefield.

Wherever it passed, hordes of monsters were wiped out, turning into surging, gathering mist that followed.

All he can do now is try his best to buy some precious time.

With his sword, he protected a patch of sky from being completely swallowed by darkness for the disobedient civilization behind him, the civilization he had dedicated his life to protecting in another era.

The sword of civilization in his hand emitted a deep hum, as if sensing its master's protective will, and the pale golden light on the sword became even more intense.

At this moment, inside the Rongling fleet.

Xing Tong and the Rongling warriors' gazes were fixed on the golden figure that swept through the destructive tide.

Despite the fleet's continued defeat, the flashes of explosions on screen were heartbreaking for them, and the loss of each ship was a painful blow.

But looking at that figure, as solid as an ancient rock, blocking the way for the civilized fleet, despair and fear found their anchor.

Our ancestors are still alive!
"Commander, what... what is that golden figure...?" A young Rongling operator's voice trembled, filled with disbelief and shock as he stared at the screen at the miracle of a mortal man confronting the demon legion.

His question reflects the common confusion among the younger generation on major warships.

Although they grew up listening to the legends of their ancestors, watching videos, and reading records, they never imagined that the figures that should have disappeared into the long river of history would return.

Before Xing Tong could answer, a gray-haired veteran next to her slammed his hand on the control panel, his voice hoarse with excitement, almost shouting:

"It's our ancestor, our clan's ancestor has returned! He's come to save us!"

This roar, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirred up ripples in the remaining fleet communication network.

"Ancestor? Is it the one mentioned in the records... the ancestor who led my clan out of the Blackthorn Forest and annihilated the will of the world?"

“That’s right, it’s our ancestor. I’ve seen the images preserved in Mingji City. Although our ancestor’s hairstyle and clothes have changed, his appearance has not changed!”

"May Heaven bless Rongling! Our ancestor has returned! We are saved!"

"Hold on! Everyone hold on! Our ancestors are fighting for us!"

A mix of sobs and fervent voices echoed from inside each of the ships.

The morale, which had plummeted to rock bottom due to the heavy casualties, suddenly surged like a spark ignited.

As the young Rongling tribe members gazed at the golden figure, the fear in their eyes gradually gave way to a burning worship.

Although they could not fully comprehend the miracle of "resurrection," they could see the absolute power and what the words "ancestor" meant.

This is absolute trust etched into the genes of civilization.

History has proven that as long as our ancestors are still alive, even if the sky falls and the earth collapses, our people can still survive.

Xing Tong wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, took a deep breath, and her voice, carrying an unwavering determination, resonated throughout the fleet's broadcast system:
"All units, listen up! Use our ancestors as our spearhead, reorganize our defensive formation, and channel all non-essential energy into the shield system. We must survive, and we cannot waste a single second that our ancestors bought for us."

"For Rongling!"

"For our ancestors!"

The remaining fleet instantly displayed astonishing resilience, its previously scattered formation reformed, and all ships increased their shield power to the overload threshold, forming a tightly packed fortress that withstood the attacks from all directions.

Although ships continued to be reduced to stardust in the explosions, hope had been rekindled.

Their ancestors transformed into a golden sun, cutting through the darkness for them.

But no matter how brilliant an individual's brilliance, it is difficult to reverse the situation. Under the efficient saturation attack of the Diyuan Clan, the defeat continues.

Tu Hu seemed to be caught in an invisible giant net; he could save one part, but he couldn't take care of the whole situation.

They were completely dragged into a quagmire of passive defense.

Just as his eyes were bloodshot and he was about to be swallowed by a sense of powerlessness...
The sky is cracked.

The sky above the Rongling fleet, which had been dyed dark purple by the destructive energy released by the monsters, was like a fragile piece of cloth, but a huge gap spanning tens of kilometers was forcibly torn open by a brute force.

Behind the gap lies a dark red passage, churning and boiling, filled with endless blood and the murderous aura of war.

A terrifying pressure that froze the entire Black Strike Domain battlefield crashed down like billions of mountains, instantly enveloping every inch of space.

The roars of the Diyuan tribe's monster horde abruptly ceased. All beings, friend or foe, felt a tremor stemming from their very life instincts, as if something extremely terrifying was about to cross the boundary and descend upon this place.

Immediately afterwards, a dark red, blood-like light shone from the center of the gap.

It transformed into a figure hovering with its arms crossed over its chest.

He was clad in armor with flowing golden spirit patterns, his face blurred behind the overwhelming blood and murderous aura, only his eyes were clearly visible.

The first to appear was the God-King.

Behind him were countless players, densely packed, arranged in a war formation.

Each of them exuded a fierce aura that had been tempered by countless fires and blood. Their eyes were sharp as knives, and their combined fighting spirit and murderous aura were almost tangible, like a blood-red tsunami surging and ready to be unleashed behind the rift.

Silence is more oppressive than any war cry.

The player army arrived at this time.

The God-King's gaze pierced through space, landing on Tu Hu, who was still charging through the monster horde like a golden sun. It then swept over the Rongling fleet, which was struggling desperately in their predicament, and slowly raised his right hand:
"Restock."

Instantly, the silent ocean of qi and blood behind him began to boil.

"Put the sacrificial offerings in sacks."

It's unclear who first shouted this slogan, but it instantly ignited the entire sky.

The next moment, the player army poured down from the cracked sky like a burst dam or a falling blood-red meteor shower.

The first to land were players who relied on taking damage.

Bare-chested and unarmed, they faced the charging Diyuan tribe behemoths with a simple punch and a stomp.

boom! ! !
The shockwave exploded, and the sonic boom cloud spread out in a ring shape.

The ferocious behemoth, powerful enough to tear apart starship armor, was as fragile as a porcelain doll in front of these players. It was smashed to pieces by a single punch, its shell, flesh, and energy core exploding in mid-air.

Another hunter, attempting to flank, was casually trampled into dust by a player, as if crushing an insect egg, along with the ground below.

"Hahaha, this is awesome! Every time I come out, it's a great game. Finally, I'm not a beastly bully anymore."

The seemingly simple punches and kicks of the player who takes damage contain terrifying power that can shatter mountains and shake the earth.

Within that slender frame burst forth a raging power capable of eclipsing the stars.

Immediately afterwards, more players landed, and the brilliance of the various factions' Soul attributes instantly covered the battlefield.

The raging energy tore through the sky, the dazzling torrent of elements annihilated the beast tide, and healing light shone upon the earth... Faced with this tyrannical power, the Diyuan Clan's battle lines collapsed at a visible speed.

The player's appearance instantly turned the tide of the battle.

This also left the remaining Rongling tribe members with blank minds.

They couldn't comprehend the level of power this was, but they could see that the terrifying enemy that had nearly wiped out the Rongling civilization was utterly helpless in the face of this newly emerged legion.

the other side.

Hearing the boisterous shouts of his fellow villagers on the regional channel, Tu Hu's tense emotions finally eased. He couldn't help but burst into laughter, excitedly saying on the regional channel:

"Thanks for coming to our aid, brothers! Kill!"

After speaking, the golden sword light surged again, and the three allied battle groups led by the God King launched a full-scale counterattack.

(End of this chapter)