The Monster is Coming

Chapter 482 Reunion with an Old Friend, A Meeting Across Time and Space

As players arrived, the regional chat channel exploded with messages.

"Hahaha, that's great! This is what you call mowing the lawn. It's much more comfortable than those shady things in the village."

"There's a sense of exhilaration, like being suddenly released after being suppressed for too long. The outside world is indeed wonderful."

"I'll take the left side. I just got new rune gauntlets and I was worried about not having a place to bless them. Let me handle it."

"With the healer's buffs catching up, I'm going to have some fun!"

"Stop talking nonsense and clear the area quickly. The God King is watching from upstairs. After we're done, we'll go back and beat up the bully."

The deafening cheers, battle cries, and banter among players echoed through the regional channels, reaching every player's ears.

This is in stark contrast to the tragic atmosphere of the Rongling people.

In the eyes of the players, this was a grand carnival and a long-awaited feast of rewards.

The leaders of top-tier alliances like God King have considered expanding outwards.

After all, there are no disgusting bosses like the local bully outside, so it seems like it's all a fun game.

However, after careful evaluation within each battle group, they all rationally chose to abandon this issue.

The primary issue is time.

Exploring the outside world means that every death and resurrection requires a long and arduous journey to return to the front line and rejoin the battle group.

As the scope of exploration continues to expand, the time cost of traveling will also be infinitely increased.

For guild members who prioritize efficiency and enjoyment, spending a significant amount of online time on pointless map exploration is undoubtedly a waste.

Secondly, there is the sustainability of resources.

The monsters outside cannot generate almost infinitely based on the rules, like the black tide of the Earth Bully or the swarm of insects from the Zerg Overmind.

Every monster and faction outside that is killed is a smaller threat.

Once they conquer a territory ruled by a foreign tribe and clear out all the monsters, it means they must embark on another journey to search for the next suitable "hunting ground".

This is another extremely time-consuming process, full of uncertainty.

In contrast, while the boss mechanic in the latrine of my hometown is disgusting, it provides a stable source of sacrificial power.

For top-tier battle groups that pursue stable returns and maximum efficiency, a stable "cesspool" is far better than a fertile land that requires constant travel and has an uncertain future.

Before mastering the ability to jump through space at will, the expansionist development model is more suitable for player groups that pursue quick riches, but not for top-tier groups that always want to maintain competitiveness.

Like the pioneers, they can live off their initial success for three years.

The problem is that the loss of competitiveness over these three years has had a fatal impact on the development of the battle group.

For top guilds like Shentang, Tu Hu's request was a seamless, cross-industry solution; they had even found enemies for them and provided free teleportation.

You can start having fun as soon as you arrive.

At this moment, players enter the front line of the battlefield.

The first player to initiate the attack demonstrated in the most violent way what it means to be utterly devastated.

They didn't need any fancy skills at all; when faced with the ferocious and terrifying war beasts of the Diyuan tribe, they would simply ram them with their shoulders.

Boom!

Like a mountain collapsing, a destructive beast comparable to a small hill was violently slammed into the ground and sent flying backward. Its massive body shattered inch by inch in mid-air, and was then blasted into a rain of blood by the sudden burst of energy.

Or it could be a simple straight punch.

Wherever the fist strikes, the accompanying energy compresses the air into a visible crimson spiral of air, which then rolls forward in a fan shape.

Wherever the qi passed, the monster's thick biological armor or rapidly condensing energy shield shattered like paper.

The monsters within the coverage area seemed to be crushed by an invisible behemoth, instantly turning into dust.

Some players, facing the encirclement of several giant beasts, slammed their fists into the ground.

After the ground-splitting characteristic is activated.

Boom!
A deep, resounding boom of war drums emanated from the player, spreading outwards. Terrifying ripples of power swept in all directions, causing all monsters touched by the ripples, regardless of size, to explode from the inside out.

As the core of the team, the tanking players from the three joint battle groups stepped forward, like a continuous mountain range shifting, with each step causing the earth to crack like a spider web.

The monsters lurking underground, poised to launch a sneak attack, were shattered.

Their advance demonstrated the absolute crushing of a steel torrent against a wall of flesh and blood.

The tactics and formations of the Diyuan tribe became meaningless in the face of absolute power.

Without the combined strength of the masses, they are utterly powerless against a top-tier player legion that is supported by all the rules.

Wherever the player army went, it was like a hot knife through butter, unstoppable.

The once hopeless monster tide of the Diyuan tribe seemed to have turned into scarecrows in a wheat field, being harvested in large numbers by this group of god-like and demonic players.

The remaining Rongling people were dumbfounded.

Their proud fleet's artillery fire required a long period of concentrated fire to kill a single monster.

But the terrifying behemoths that had cost them so dearly proved utterly ineffective against those seemingly "small" figures.

This is no war; it's a complete and utter massacre.

At this moment, Xing Tong, who witnessed this scene on the screen, experienced a sharp contraction in her pupils.

The shock she felt was far stronger than that felt by any of her people.

Before becoming the leader of the Rongling tribe, she was assigned to various positions for training, including a long-term position at the "Life Research Institute," a special department first established by the Ancestor Jingxin. Its core mission was to analyze the cultivation methods of the Dream Weaver tribe, explore the limits of life's potential, and find a direction for the evolution of the entire civilization.

This department is also the cornerstone of the Rongling people's ever-increasing lifespan.

That's why she knows better than anyone that there are theoretically insurmountable limits to the physical body.

Dreamweaver Civilization calls it: Life Bottleneck.

Overcoming each bottleneck brings about a qualitative change in one's life level.

But to make progress, it requires the efforts of generations, with the previous generation supporting the next and continuously optimizing the structure of life.

This is a long process.

Energy conservation, structural strength, neural response, cell activity... these cold laws of life, like ironclad rules, imprison all life.

Even the power of the ancestors focused on the application of some unknown rules, but the strength of their physical bodies was within the "reasonable" range that she could understand, and she often needed to drink alcohol to suppress the pain in her body.

But what terrifying power lies within these creatures, whose bodies appear almost identical to those of the Rongling race?

Simple punches and kicks, yet they unleashed pure physical destructive power surpassing that of the fleet's main cannons.

She couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying cell density could support such an explosive output of power without collapsing.

What incredibly sophisticated internal energy circuits must be to gently transform energy into such a powerful torrent of blood and qi that can shake mountains and shake rivers?

It also possesses a body that can withstand various forms of attack without sustaining any damage, surpassing the highest material strength of the Rongling civilization.

She couldn't even imagine how such an invincible group of monsters could be conceived.

If these figures were placed in her home world, each one would be a walking calamity of destruction.

It is a forbidden life form capable of single-handedly overturning continents and drying up oceans.

To cultivate such a powerful individual, given the current resource conversion efficiency of the Rongling tribe, it would probably require draining their home world dry.

But now, there are more than just one or two such terrifying beings.

Instead, they numbered in the tens of thousands... forming legions.

All the knowledge I've acquired throughout my life seems pale and laughable in the face of this living "miracle."

She finally began to understand why the powerful Dreamweaver civilization had fallen in this world.

The creatures that have been nurtured here have already surpassed their home world in terms of dimensional dominance.

It's like a poisonous ant in its home world, which has evolved over thousands of years and possesses the hardest shell. It is enough to dominate its own little desert and be revered by all insects.

But everything it takes pride in is no different from a speck of dust in the face of a giant's casually falling footsteps.

They don't even have the right to be deliberately trampled to death.

They could destroy an ant civilization simply by passing by.

Just as Xing Tong was overwhelmed with emotion and found it hard to believe, the situation on the battlefield changed once again.

The player legion's clearing efficiency has exceeded the production speed of the Diyuan Clan's hatchery, and the battle line is pushing back towards the Black Strike Domain at an unprecedented speed.

The player factions also dispersed, transforming from a unified steel torrent into small legion formations, centered on the remaining Velvet Spirit fleet, spreading outwards in a ring shape.

Each of the smaller, dispersed battle groups was like a red-hot blade, efficiently cutting through the dark territory controlled by the Diyuan Clan.

Against the Diyuan tribe, they didn't need the Taotie battle formation to provide sustain. Given the absolute disparity in strength, dispersing their forces would actually maximize their cleanup efficiency.

From the perspective of the Rongling tribe, a small team of dozens of players pierced towards a distant monster-spitting hatchery like a sharp knife.

The Diyuan tribe monsters along the way tried to block them, but a powerful stream of energy unleashed by a player at the front of the group cleared a path through them.

The moment the obstacle was cleared, the magic-based player in the team was left suspended in mid-air.

The runic gems on the gloves suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, and the surrounding basic elements seemed to be summoned by the monarch, converging violently into his hands.

Several teammates behind him raised their hands at the same time, and multiple buff auras appeared on this magic-based player.

Without a lengthy build-up, he raised his hand and pointed to the distant hatching nest.

In an instant, the celestial phenomena changed.

Inky flames, roaring frost, surging thunder, howling hurricanes... Multiple elements, mutually restraining and mutually generating, were forcibly twisted into a destructive torrent, soaring into the sky, rapidly spreading and splitting in the air, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into elemental meteorites with colorful tails of light, covering the entire sky.

The attack was so wide that it almost covered the entire sky above the Rongling fleet, and the intense light illuminated the dark purple sky as if it were daytime.

"fire!"

Accompanied by shouts in the team channel, countless elemental meteors hovering in the sky transformed into a rain of destruction, whistling as they tore through the air, and crashed down relentlessly towards the distant hatching nest and the surrounding area for dozens of miles.

boom! boom! boom!
The continuous explosions shook the earth.

Flames soared into the sky, frost spread, lightning bolts danced wildly, and wind blades swept across... Elemental power was unleashed in the target area, pulverizing everything within its range, whether it was ferocious monsters, rugged terrain, or even the constantly writhing giant hatching nest.

Just one hit.

They cleared out a death zone.

The terrifying destructive power left all the Rongling tribe members who witnessed the scene feeling suffocated.

This kind of area-of-effect attack covers a wider area and is more visually stunning than the sword techniques of our ancestors.

The roar of the explosion could be clearly heard even from a great distance.

The screen then switches to the other side.

The Rongling tribe members saw a completely different scene.

Black threads meandered across the land at speeds beyond the limits of visual perception, and wherever they passed, the ferocious and roaring Diyuan tribe monsters froze in their tracks.

The surveillance footage couldn't even clearly capture the moment they made their move; it could only show the result of their actions.

The next second, the monster's head slid off silently, or its body suddenly broke into several pieces, the cuts smooth, as if it had been instantly sliced ​​by an invisible blade.

Only after the black afterimages disappeared into the distance did the monster's corpse pieces slowly fall to the ground, accompanied by splattered bodily fluids.

It was a quiet death, like a sickle slicing through a wheat field.

From an overhead perspective, the footage shows them drawing a winding path of death through the monster horde, weaving an invisible web of death, in which the monsters within are simultaneously dismembered in an instant.

The kill efficiency is astonishing.

If the first mysterious creatures to arrive were war hammers that crushed everything and were invincible in their physical bodies.

The mysterious creature with area-of-effect attacks is a destructive storm that controls the elements of heaven and earth.

So these figures, represented by lines in the image, are the deadly blades hanging over the necks of each monster.

The Rongling tribe witnessed an even more terrifying side of this legion through its dispersed and circular warfare tactics.

The monster army was no match for them.

An indescribable complex emotion spread through Xing Tong and the Rong Ling Clan members.

There is a sense of relief at surviving a disaster, a shock at having one's understanding overturned, and even more so, awe of powerful forces.

But in the end, all those emotions boiled down to a recognition of one's own insignificance.

All the glory, struggles, and pride that the Rongling people accumulated over the long years seem insignificant and unworthy of mention compared to the power displayed by these creatures, like fireflies in a sea of ​​stars.

At this time, the one-sided war continued.

The player legions' advance was not slowed down by their dispersed nature; like a plague spreading, the Death Ring continued to expand outward from the center of the Velvet Spirit Fleet.

During this time, the Diyuan Clan constantly switched their counterattack tactics. Countless beams of destruction intertwined to form a net, and corrosive liquid poured down like a torrential rain. The newly hatched monsters rushed forward fearlessly as soon as they emerged from the hatching nest.

But all of this is in vain in the face of an absolute power disparity.

Players who can absorb damage are an unshakeable steel bulwark, and each squad is equipped with 1-3 of them.

As long as they are there, no form of attack can hit their teammates in the back.

The destructive beams falling from the sky were blocked by the barriers of qi and blood, or struck their crossed arms or muscular chests, exploding into dazzling energy ripples, but they couldn't even make them take half a step back before being forcefully dispersed.

The corrosive liquid was splashed down, but it couldn't stay on their skin for even a moment before being evaporated by the surging blood and qi within their bodies, leaving not even a trace of dirt behind.

Monsters that attempted to get close were either blasted into a bloody mist by the force of their casually thrown punches or had their bodies disintegrated by terrifying, tangible qi.

They were like mobile war fortresses, rendering all of the Diyuan tribe's attacks ineffective with the most ruthless attitude.

As the rarest faction among players, and also the core playstyle of any team.

The role of damage absorption in warfare can be explained by the words of a veteran damage absorption player on the forum: "Where I stand is the forefront of the legion's battle line, and also the place where the enemy's offensive stops."

boom!
In the distance, another massive incubation nest, as large as a mountain, trembled uncontrollably after its core was shattered by the player team. It then shattered into pieces amidst a chain reaction of intense heat and explosions within, turning into countless fragments that flew everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, the second, the third... hatching nests scattered throughout the Black Strike Domain were successively destroyed by the players' precise attacks, and the towering flames and explosions illuminated the dim sky.

The production system used by the Diyuan tribe to maintain its military strength was completely uprooted.

Faced with an irreversible decline, the leader of the Diyuan tribe made the most logical decision within their spiritual network: to evacuate.

The remaining monster army fled deeper into the Black Sick Domain like a tidal wave, no longer organizing a counterattack.

During the retreat, military units and biological and chemical facilities that could not be taken with them were decisively abandoned.

But the players have no intention of giving up.

"Trying to run? Have you asked your grandfather? You're not allowed to run until you've gathered enough sacrificial power for the next level of star vein slot."

"Chase them, don't let a single one escape."

"This is too fragile! It runs away as soon as it's in the game. Can't it be like a bully and hold the tower to the death and never retreat? I hate monsters that can run away."

The regional channel was instantly flooded with various shouts and cries.

Without needing the God King's command, all the scattered player squads pounced on the fleeing Diyuan Clan army like sharks smelling blood.

Players who took damage activated their Windbreaker Aura, granting nearby players a movement speed boost.

As the air currents surged, it felt as if there were waves of force pushing against their backs, and these scattered small groups all started their pursuit mode.

Once they catch up with the monster horde ahead, they unleash a frenzied barrage of ground slams, punches, and bombardments, continuing their efficient harvesting.

At this stage, the most enjoyable experience is undoubtedly for assassin-style players.

Speed ​​was their advantage, and they all turned into streaks of death, each flash accompanied by the splitting of the bodies of several, or even a dozen, monsters.

The assassin group even started using various high-difficulty techniques.

For example, they can release clones to relay each other's star teleportation, creating distance between themselves and the main force during the teleportation.

Cut deep into the fleeing monster horde, the dagger spins with the body, unleashing a storm of death.

At this point, the outcome of the war was no longer in doubt.

Under the player legion's relentless pursuit, the remaining forces of the Diyuan Clan were further wiped out, and the explosions of destroyed hatcheries echoed continuously from the depths of the Black Strike Domain.

The remaining monsters pose no threat.

As the smoke of battle dissipated, the Rongling tribe's flagship, the "Ark," slowly descended onto the ravaged land amidst the devastation of the battlefield. The hatch opened, and Xing Tong stepped out, watched by her tribespeople.

Her gaze instantly locked onto a figure not far ahead.

Tu Hu stood there quietly, his body enveloped in a layer of pale golden light.

With a wave of his hand, the sword of civilization in his hand turned into starlight and vanished. At that moment, he turned around.

Seeing this, Xing Tong quickly stepped forward and stopped a few meters away.

A thousand words stuck in my throat, finally turning into a choked cry:
"Ancestor!"

Tu Hu stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face before him.

The girl who once seemed so innocent in my memory now has gray hair, and the years have left clear marks on her.

Upon seeing his old friend again, Tu Hu unconsciously smiled.

But that smile vanished in an instant; his face darkened, and his voice carried an undeniable air of authority:
"Nonsense! Have you forgotten how I warned you back then?!"

　One chapter updated ahead of schedule~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)