Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 719 Dongmei's Deep Dive into the Internet World

Comoros.

A hidden lair deep within the web, belonging to the Dark Eldar.

Those creatures who dared not call it by its name referred to it as the "City of Darkness".

However, the scale of this depraved land cannot be simply summarized by the word "city".

It may be the largest nest-type imperial capital in history.

Countless ports, narrow passages, and hidden pipelines connect enormous space cities, ancient ships, and even satellites.

From a certain angle, the Comoros, seemingly covered in sharp spikes, looks more like an ugly tumor lurking in the network of blood vessels and major arteries.

Most importantly, Comoros's web tendrils are almost ubiquitous throughout the real universe.

Once they pass through those faintly glowing net gates, the vast distance spanning countless light-years is merely a step away for the people of Comoros.

buzzing-

Accompanied by ripples spreading across the surface of the void mirror, like gentle waves.

An ancient net gate, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly made a sound as it was activated.

This made the two scheming samurai, who were secretly having an affair in a dark corner, instinctively turn their heads to look over.

But they saw nothing.

A silent flash of light, and a group of people appeared in an abandoned flesh and blood workshop.

—【Shazhou team entered the world 2 years and 9 months ago】

—【The West Sea team entered the World Championship 2 years and 7 months ago】

—【Morizu team has already…】

—【The Nan Yan Zhou team entered the World Championship eighteen months ago】

—【The Arctic team entered the world championships fifteen months ago】

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— [Donghai team will enter the World Championship in 10 months]

—【Team Celestials will enter the world 18 years from now】

—[The Demon Team will enter the world 26 years from now]

— [The Central Continent Team will enter the world stage in 32 years]

"How much?" Jack, the dark-skinned PE student, grabbed his hair.

"Shit!!"

"32 years!!"

The pot-bellied nerd scratched his belly: "By then, we'll all be dead of old age, right?"

"What a joke, there's never been a reincarnator who dies of old age," Xiao Honglu said with dissatisfaction.

"You are no ordinary people!"

Zhao Zhuikong smiled and said, "This only shows that the gap between us is too big."

"So much so that even the supreme deity needs thirty years to maintain balance."

"That shows how incredibly strong the Zhongzhou team is." Zhang Hengmei's eyes conveyed her emotions.

"It's a good thing for us too."

"After all, the Zhongzhou team is our ally."

"I don't think so!" Xiao Honglu felt his scalp itching again.

He had previously conducted numerous calculations and prepared at least ten contingency plans.

But even the most extravagant contingency plans did not anticipate that the main god would divide the team into units based on years.

Can this still be called a team battle?

The Milky Way is so vast, and with time measured in years, any team that wants to hide could easily find its way out.

Therefore, the timeline for the end of this terrorist war will be very long.

"Important notes for the final battle," Zhang Heng read aloud slowly.

"When all teams are destroyed, the final battle ends."

"The final team is determined, and all other teams are destroyed, then the final battle ends."

"The Central Plains team entered the next hundred years but failed to achieve its goal of total annihilation..."

"Then the remaining teams will return to the Main God Space and reincarnate again..."

"No negative score rules, no reward point rules, no side quest rules."

"That's not right," the blond-haired man said, puzzled.

"Under this rule, it seems there's no need to conflict with the gods, demons, or the Central Plains."

"Just find a remote world, or be in the online world like us."

"That way, we can successfully drag it out for a hundred years."

"At that time, the final battle will be over."

"Do you think the God of God can't think of the problems you can think of?" Xiao Honglu said irritably.

"Don't forget where you are!"

"This is Warhammer, a world of charlatans!"

"And don't forget the methods of the Central Plains Team!"

"They possess causal weapons; if they put in the effort, they can find us!"

"Hide? How long can you hide?!"

Everyone was startled.

Yes.

Zhongzhou team is at a higher level.

The Demons are in a different league.

Team Celestial is in a different league.

After a period of inactivity, it will be the turn of the East China Sea team and East America.

All three teams mentioned above possess superweapons capable of dealing with other teams.

"Moreover, such a long gap is very disadvantageous for us!" Xiao Honglu said irritably, pulling out a strand of hair.

"Why?" Black Jack didn't quite understand.

“Because the Zhongzhou team was the last team to join,” Xiao Honglu said.

"The combined forces of the gods and demons are more than enough to crush us!"

"Those few years of gap were the best opportunity for them to strike us."

The more he thought about it, the more agitated he became.

"Moreover, they might very well join forces with local powers to attack us!"

"Damn it!"

"Trouble!"

"We must protect ourselves!"

"Otherwise, the Zhongzhou team will only be here to collect our corpses!"

“This must be a node deep within the network.” Xiao Honglu looked up at the magnificent sky.

"This is good news; at least we won't encounter chaos too soon."

"This is Comoros," Zhao Zhuikong reappeared.

He threw a tall figure dressed in strange armor onto the ground.

Xiao Honglu fired a disintegration ray, piercing through her mask and revealing the twisted, crazed face and her signature two pointed ears beneath it.

"Why are its ears so pointy?" Black Jack asked curiously.

"Idiot, she's an elf." Yellow-haired Elke revealed a lewd smile.

"Captain, should I have him?"

Xiao Honglu slapped him across the face with a mage's hand.

"It's a man!"

Yellow-haired Elke covered his face and muttered.

"What's wrong with the male elf?"

I think it's about the same.

"Shut up!" Xiao Honglu felt a chill run down his spine.

"This is the Comoros, one of the most dangerous places in the galaxy."

"If you don't want to be skinned alive and made into jerky or thrown into a gladiatorial arena."

"Just keep a low profile."

Zhang Heng, however, stared at the handsome black bean sprout with a peach blossom-like gaze and an increasingly flushed face.

Upon seeing Zhang Heng's expression, the previously crazed face screamed as if it had encountered something terrifying, and began to retreat repeatedly.

"You...why are you here?"

"impossible!!"

"You cannot enter here!"

Zhang Heng's eyes welled up with tears, his face flushed, and he moved closer and closer.

Just then, a beam of freezing light struck Zhang Heng directly, causing him to shiver and instantly regain his composure.

Zhang Heng suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly covered his face: "What happened to me?"

“Comoros is located deep within the Web of the Nether, and theoretically should not be affected by the Slaanesh,” Xiao Honglu said with concern.

The changes in Zhang Heng's body were due to the influence of Slaanesh, and there's no need to hide that.

Xiao Honglu had also prepared a contingency plan for what to do if he entered the Warhammer world and landed on a planet inhabited by Slaanesh.

Fortunately, they entered the network city of Comoros, the stronghold of the Dark Eldar.

Regardless of whether the Dark Eldar are monstrous or not.

But the fact that they survived under Slaanesh's clutches for so long shows that Slaanesh's influence really couldn't reach into the Comoros.

But Zhang Heng's appearance just now clearly showed that he was affected by pleasure. Could it be that something has changed about Zhang Heng after entering the Warhammer world?

Xiao Honglu hesitated. He wasn't stupid; he knew perfectly well that his team was acting very strangely.

The abnormal source.

It was Zhang Heng.

Since their return from the Lord of the Rings, the entire East American team has been uncontrollably heading towards Slaanesh territory, both in terms of enhancements and habits.

It's fine in other worlds too, after all, there are quite a few reincarnation teams with special hobbies, and they are only playing the most superficial Slaanesh game.

It might damage your kidneys a little, but it won't harm your overall health, so it doesn't really matter.

But in this world, anyone who gets involved with an evil god will never have a good ending.

Xiao Honglu gave Zhao Zhuikong a cryptic look.

Zhao Zhuikong smiled and nodded slightly.

If there's anyone on the East American team who could anticipate the evil god's arrival, it would only be Zhao Zhuikong, who is at the fourth rank.

He was the last line of defense.

However, he hadn't yet overcome his inner demons; otherwise, this safeguard would be even more robust. Xiao Honglu gave Zhang Heng a mental energy shielding helmet.

"Put it on."

"It's too tight, it's uncomfortable," Zhang Heng pouted.

"Alright, this is to protect you," Xiao Honglu advised.

“You don’t usually like wearing it, yet you made me wear it.” Zhang Heng’s words made Xiao Honglu’s face turn red instantly.

"Why are we still talking about this now?" Xiao Honglu quickly put the helmet on Zhang Heng.

As one of the teams deeply poisoned by the evil god, Team East America has also made all sorts of preparations.

The sacred purification potion, various exorcism tools blessed by the saints, and even the mental shielding helmet that Xiao Honglu exchanged for were all for dealing with anomalies.

After all, the mental power user of the East American team was just a newcomer, with a first-order gene lock and A-level enhancement, making him arguably the weakest mental power user in the Main God Space.

Let alone facing evil gods, even those great demons and high-level psionicists could easily outmaneuver her.

Suddenly, a tall, burly man darted out from around the corner ahead.

His pale skin and the black markings on it testified to his identity.

Astartes.

“He does indeed resemble Asta from the Central Continent Team,” Xiao Honglu said.

"Should we wait?" the pot-bellied nerdy man asked, pushing up his glasses.

"This place is a mixed bag; who knows which faction's Astartes this is?"

"Moreover, we have no identity."

“No,” Xiao Honglu said.

"We have limited time, and we can't just keep hiding."

"This city is a gift that God has prepared for us."

"We need to have something to rely on before the demons arrive."

"Take over Comoros!"

A satisfied smile appeared on Zhao Zhuikong's face.

The six-fold ring of Bliss.

The loud screams suddenly stopped.

Immediately, the curtain of joy emitted the melodious, clear sound of jade pendants jingling.

A smooth arm extends from a magnificent cloud bed, unseen in the mortal world.

Immediately afterwards, a slender figure, dressed in tattered clothes, peeked out.

"Darling, what's wrong?" another sweet voice sounded from the bed.

She turned around and sniffed.

"The aura of an old acquaintance."

"How strange." She turned her head to look at the graceful figure behind the gauze curtain.

"Another you?"

A slender figure, draped in a sheer veil, slowly emerged.
"Is it a clone of the Devil Team?"

She leaned on her shoulder.

"No, that shouldn't be him."

"The time hasn't come yet."

She looked towards the corner of the gauze curtain, at the man who had lost consciousness due to ecstasy.

The man was thin, but he wore a black wristwatch.

Strangely, in the subspace, a realm without time, the watch's time was being turned on normally.

"At this point in time, is it East America?"

The slender figure was silent at first, then began to tremble violently.

She looked up, her face flushed: "Did they really resurrect me?"

"Impossible, they wouldn't do that—"

"Darling, don't get excited." The Lord of Pleasure embraced the slender figure.

"You shouldn't have forgotten that I left a seed in that team."

"Now, that seed has returned."

The Lord of Pleasure let out a melodious laugh, indistinguishable between male and female.

"so--"

"Another you, but not you."

The Lord of Pleasure bit the slender figure's earlobe, causing her to tremble.

"In your terms, it should be called a clone."

"My dearest Sora, would you be willing to bring him into our world of joy?"

All around, countless pleasure-seeking maids played music and sang, producing decadent sounds.

"Back then, I brought your soul back at a great cost," the Lord of Pleasure said regretfully.

"It's a pity you didn't go back."

"Now that there's another you, it's just too perfect."

"That's great! I'm sure that fake one will be very interesting too," Zhao Zhuikong said with a smile.

She stuck out her long, forked tongue and licked her lips.

"That experience was absolutely wonderful."

Since Zhao Zhuikong was beaten to death by Dr. Zhuang in The Lord of the Rings, his soul has fallen into the hands of the Lord of Pleasure.

The Lord of Pleasure took her soul back to Elysium and conceived him himself.

Zhao Zhuikong thus became the most powerful demon in the Blissful Heaven.

She forgot everything from the past.

But the only person she remembered was the man who killed her and took Little Apple away.

"Zhuang Boshi..." she uttered a sorrowful cry, as if lamenting.

"I miss you so much."

Her face flushed, as if she were thinking of some taboo image.

"I'll see you."

The willpower of the fourth-order reincarnators is unimaginably strong.

Even though He had tried His best to uncover the dark desires in his heart, he still managed to escape.

He must be even stronger now.

It also makes it more attractive.

The Queen of Pleasure's beautiful eyes flickered slightly: "If possible, play with them for a while first."

Just thinking about that scene made Zhao Zhuikong feel a surge of heat in his lower body.

"That's really interesting."

"Another me."
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Zhao Zhuikong, far away in Comoros, felt a chill for no reason, as if someone was watching him from thousands of miles away.

"Who is it?"

Fourth-order intuition doesn't happen without reason; it must have some significance.

But... never mind.

He pulled out a dagger and saw the Donsell family executives lying all over the ground.

There are no normal people in Comoros. The souls of the dark Eldar here wither continuously due to the birth of Slaanesh, and they must be given "soul essence" through inflicting pain to prolong their lives.

The Dark Eldar of Comoros consist of only three groups: the Conspiracy Cult, the Bloodbringer Sorcery, and the Order of Calamity.

The three are interdependent and mutually beneficial.

A mind-bending conspiracy, a bloodthirsty plaything.

The Calamity Cult enjoys causing trouble.

In such a large country as Comoros, there are hardly any normal people.

The Tangsel family, as one of the ruling families of the Gale Conspiracy, controls a series of industries, including dueling arenas, the slave trade, human modification, and the entertainment industry.

With neither strong nor weak power, and having always been at odds with the supreme overlord Asdebel Victor, it was perfect as a "shell" for East America to use as a pretext for development.

Although Xiao Honglu was intelligent, he did not think he could outmaneuver someone as cunning and treacherous as the Supreme Overlord.

However, with Zhao Zhuikong on the East American team, their individual strength is definitely outstanding.

Therefore, he adopted the simplest method of fighting: physical elimination.

Zhao Zhuikong glanced at the frail girl and smiled, "You can understand us now, right?"

"I understand." The girl immediately lowered her head and shrank to the ground.

After the human broke in, he started a killing spree without saying a word, but all communication facilities and even the main gate could not be opened, as if the manor had become an isolated island in space.

This is impossible, because this is the Net Path, which rejects all spiritual energy.

After killing everyone, he gave himself a choice: surrender or die.

As dark elves, they have never followed the custom of submitting to humans.

But it started today.

Zhao Zhuikong nodded in satisfaction.

Although the Dark Eldar are cruel, bloodthirsty, arrogant, and licentious, at least they can recognize a knife.

They are still afraid of dying.

If you're not afraid of death, there's no need to hide in the Comoros and eke out a living.

After Xiao Honglu walked in, he saw the blood and dismembered limbs all over the floor and said with a headache, "Couldn't you have left a few more?"

“One is enough, isn’t it?” Zhao Zhuikong put away his dagger.

Xiao Honglu lowered his head and began searching through the corpses. He randomly picked a relatively young dark elf and used a transformation spell on himself to match its appearance.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Honglu transformed into a thin, pale-faced dark elf nobleman with a strange smile on his face.

"Everyone, please choose one." He checked them over and nodded in satisfaction.

Soon, the East American team all became Dark Elf nobles.

Upon seeing this, Tangsel's only daughter trembled with fear.

"I think you should know how to cooperate with us," Zhao Zhuikong said with a smile.

Seeing her brother's face and hearing his kind words, she collapsed to the ground again.

"Understood, I will definitely cooperate with you, I promise I won't..."

Xiao Honglu was very satisfied; things were progressing much more smoothly than he had expected.

Comoros, located in the Web Path, has extremely limited restrictions on psychic abilities.

Therefore, the East American team, who are skilled in magic and various supernatural and spatial abilities, are like fish in water here.

Moreover, their technological level is not weak. The Dark Eldar are born in the morning and die in the evening, so they obviously don't have much energy to invest in technological research and development. At most, they maintain this twisted and dark social system.

"Chaos is the ladder." Xiao Honglu felt that this place was his true battlefield.

Sometimes, intrigue and scheming aren't so bad after all.

(End of this chapter)