Highway Survival for All: My RV's Infinite Evolution

Just as the three Tier 8 Zerg leaders gathered on the plateau, brewing a shocking conspiracy.

In the Land of Mist, on a plain in the northern region.

"Ugh—!"

Three massive Tier 7 heavy armed fighter jets tore through the thick fog in the sky and slowly landed on this cold land.

A strong wind whipped up a cloud of sand and dust.

The door of the fighter jet in the very center descended, and a tall, slender figure slowly stepped onto the ground.

He wore a spotless, impeccably tailored, pure black bespoke suit. His posture was extremely elegant, like that of a nobleman preparing to attend a banquet.

But on his face, he wore a white mask without any facial features.

This person is none other than Joel Evans, the leader of the Freedom Alliance, nicknamed Starseeker by players!

Followed by.

The massive cargo doors of the other two fighter jets crashed down with a deafening roar.

"Hurry up! Get down here, all of you! Don't make a sound!"

Hundreds of fully armed, cold-eyed elite warriors of the Freedom Alliance herded a dark mass of people out of the cabin like livestock!

There are thousands of players!

Their eyes were completely blindfolded, and their hands were bound behind their backs with heavy alloy shackles. They shivered desperately in the cold wind.

Evans walked with graceful steps to the very center of the plain.

The surrounding Alliance soldiers immediately set up a perimeter, with their guns pointed outwards, strictly prohibiting anyone from approaching or disturbing them.

In the center of the open space.

Evans took out a huge, blood-red terracotta pot from his spatial ring, carved from the bones of an unknown creature.

The jar was filled with a pungent, viscous red liquid—the essence extracted from the heart of some high-ranking monster.

He stretched out his finger, dipped it in the pungent blood essence, and with an extremely fanatical and devout posture, quickly sketched a huge, complex, and eerie symbol with a diameter of over a hundred meters on the cold ground. It exuded an aura of endless evil.

Finished the last stroke.

"boom!"

With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a colossal stone statue, three meters tall, from his storage space!

With a loud bang, the stone statue was placed heavily in the very center of the blood-red symbol.

This statue is much larger than the statues used by other members of the Freedom Alliance for their dream meetings.

It was entirely black and still had no facial features. But where its neck should have been, countless lifelike tentacles extended out, seemingly still wriggling!

A nauseating, fishy smell from the deep sea instantly filled the air.

Evans took two steps back and made a cold gesture to the surrounding warriors.

"Push the offerings onto the altar."

"yes!"

The soldiers kicked the players in the back of the knees without any mercy.

Thousands of desperate players, amidst screams and cries, were forcibly escorted and shoved into the area marked by the massive crimson symbol. People were packed together, like lambs to the slaughter.

After doing all this.

Evans slowly raised his left hand and glanced at the Patek Philippe mechanical watch on his wrist.

The second hand ticked away with remarkable precision, skipping past the eleven o'clock mark.

Evans took a deep breath, bent his knees, and knelt down reverently before the terrifying tentacle statue.

He spread his arms, tilted his head back, and from beneath the mask came an extremely obscure, fanatical chant with a strange rhythm:

"The great Umulus..."

"You are the lord of the boundless deep sea;"

"You are the master of all beings' nightmares;"

"You are an ancient clan that slumbers at the edge of the starry sea..."

"Hear the prayer of your most devout and humble apostle, Joel Evans..."

……

As he chanted.

The surrounding temperature plummeted at an alarming rate, and even the moisture in the air condensed into black ice crystals.

"I offer three thousand living souls and flesh as sacrifices..."

"I beg you... to look upon me!"

"We beseech you...to bestow your grace!"

The moment the last word came out of Evans' mouth!

"BOOM—!!!"

The entire plain trembled violently!

The huge red symbol drawn on the ground seemed to be activated instantly, bursting out with a dazzling dark red blood light!

Then, before the eyes of all the Freedom Alliance warriors, the ground inside the symbol melted as if it were liquid!

A pitch-black, ink-like gray mist, exuding a chilling aura and endless despair, erupted from the ground without warning, instantly engulfing the entire symbol!

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The three thousand players screamed in terror the moment they came into contact with the gray fog.

But the screams lasted only half a second.

Amidst the swirling gray mist, the thousands of living players were all swallowed up and entered another space!

Not a trace of blood was left.

next moment.

The gray fog receded back into the ground with a "whoosh," like the receding tide.

In the empty center of the altar, the three thousand players had completely vanished.

This altar is a teleportation altar; these players did not die, but instead entered a special dream space.

Umulus needs a large number of human players to escape the oppression of that mysterious being.

As players disappear, it is replaced by...

There are two items that are quietly floating in front of the tentacle statue!

A blueprint shimmering with a deep, dark blue light!

And, a completely white... seashell!

Upon seeing these two divine gifts, Joel Evans, kneeling on the ground, trembled violently with extreme joy.

He practically tumbled forward, cradling the two items in his palms.

Without hesitation, he poured his mental energy into it.

"hiss……"

The moment Evans saw the information about the two items, he was overjoyed.

The blueprint, shimmering with blue light, was none other than—[Tier 8 Vehicle Upgrade Blueprint]!

The other was a palm-sized white conch shell.

"Instantly kills a level 7... severely injures a level 8?!"

As the power of the conch shell flashed through Evans' mind, he couldn't help but tilt his head back and let out a hysterical, maniacal laugh!

"Hahaha……"

"Lin Hui... no matter how strong you are... no matter where you hide in the Misty Land..."

Don't let me touch you!

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P.S.: Four chapters today, please give me a five-star rating.

The author has been summarizing the remaining plot of the Misty Lands over the past couple of days, including the final Nightmare-level quest. Trust the author, the Nightmare-level dungeon will definitely be incredibly exciting and won't disappoint readers!

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