No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

The loud system notification echoed for a long time, and all the players were still in a state of confusion.

The Struggle Over Eras?

This doesn't sound like a typical dungeon.

As more and more golden wings fell from the sky, two enormous light screens slowly unfolded in the center of the square. One was as black as ink, exuding iron-blooded power and majesty, while the other was as white as snow, simple to the point of arrogance.

Many players immediately recognized that this appeared to be the faction selection screen.

In this eerie game, many dungeons have a built-in faction selection function, the purpose of which is to make players fight each other and engage in factional conflict.

If Gu Wenzhou were here, he would certainly be able to provide them with some answers. However, due to the large number of players and viewers from all races, most of the players participating in this ranking match had never watched the live stream of the Full Moon Villa, or even heard of it.

Players could only try to piece together this major event from the few lines of system prompts.

The Lunar Clan escort players, disregarding their composure, immediately shielded the little princess behind them.

She had initially thought the station chief had come for the Moon Clan, but when the golden feather fell and the three station chiefs remained standing on the high platform enduring the scorching heat, she realized she had been overthinking things.

The left panel is iron-blood red, with countless faction emblems twinkling like stars. At the top is a ferocious crown and a crossed scepter, and the word "Join" in the center occupies nearly half of the area, as if opening the door to every player.

[The Old Empire - The God-Slaying Covenant]

"We refuse to grant God absolute authority over humanity because the starting point of the royal court is always humanity, not God."

"We create civilization, we pass it on; man is the measure of all things, divine right bestowed by man."

"We will grant you absolute freedom. The train of the Royal Court will never stop. As a noble member of the Royal Court, you are free to travel to any of the train's connecting points."

"What God gives, He will eventually take back; what man creates, will never change."

"We do not kneel before darkness and the unknown, for we ourselves are the shining stars. The blood and flesh of our ancestors paved the tracks, and the will of our descendants drives the wheels. The map of the empire is not in the sky, but beneath every inch of scorched earth we have traversed."

[Members/Allies: Royal Court, Old Covenant, White Tower Inquisition, Deep Sea Temple, Kunlun Ruins, Black Forest Wizarding Capital, Wrath of the Gods, Northern Frost Giants Council, Thousand Throat's Nest, Howling Abyss...]

The God-Slaying Alliance comprises over 10000 members. In the ancient era, the minimum standard for being recognized as a faction was having an SS+ level.

Those lines of declarations thrilled countless players, especially the last note about the number of factions, which made everyone gasp in astonishment.

An alliance composed of tens of thousands of forces, at least SS+ level? What a terrifying behemoth that is.

The Royal Court train can travel between various connecting points. Does this mean that as long as you join, you can freely enter and exit various instance worlds?

This is practically the ultimate faction tailor-made for players.

The dungeon teleportation privileges have always been firmly controlled by the mysterious game, and even eight-star races can only use expensive one-time items to specify dungeons.

If Wang Ting allows members to move freely, the power he wields has already touched upon the fundamental rules of the game, not to mention that his declaration of power was already extremely inflammatory.

From birth, players of all races are subject to bloodline and level divisions. Higher-star races naturally possess more resources, while lower-star races can only rely on their lives to compete for the right to climb the ranks.

The absolute freedom promised by the royal court has a natural appeal to players.

However, just as everyone was excited and preparing to join the God-Slaying Covenant, words finally appeared on the inconspicuous white panel next to them.

"If ten thousand forces stand together, what can opposing forces use to resist?"

"The pro-Gospel faction's panel is right there, didn't you see it?"

Someone spoke up to remind everyone, and only then did they notice a nearly transparent white area next to the blood-red panel.

Compared to the prominent "Join" text on the God-Slaying Covenant, the "Join" option on the Divine Panel is pitifully small, hidden in the lower right corner, and almost invisible to the naked eye.

[Matching equally matched opponents for the Old Empire's God-Slaying Covenant]

[Match successful! ——Sanctuary Church, Pro-Theocracy]

After this prompt appeared, players who were about to choose the God-killing faction stopped what they were doing.

Everyone's spirits lifted, and all eyes turned to look, anticipating another impassioned declaration and a long, dazzling list of allies.

If the system can rate them as evenly matched, the opposing forces must be equally numerous.

Players patiently waited for the member list to unfold.

[Pro-Catholic Alliance: Sanctuary Church.]

[Declaration of Power: "The Lord does not care. The Sanctuary never asks where the Lamb came from, but only whether the lost are willing to return."]

That's it? Just those four words?

The players blinked, thinking they were seeing things, but there were indeed only those four words on the panel.

There was no other faction, nor a long list scrolling down. Hundreds of players stared at the excessively short introduction, and for a moment, no one spoke.

"One side has over ten thousand factions, while the other side only has a single Holy Church?"

An evenly matched opponent? An alliance of tens of thousands of SS+ level forces, with only one evenly matched adversary?

"Do the supernatural beings call this a stalemate?"

The leader of the Blackwing players frowned, carefully examining the panel, suspecting that some information was being hidden.

"What does 'the Lord doesn't care' mean? Does it mean it doesn't care about the old empire's declaration of war, or it doesn't care about more than ten thousand hostile forces?"

"Perhaps they don't care." At this moment, Princess Jiaoyue looked at the sky full of golden feathers, recalling the story her sister Yuexi had told her before she left, and murmured to herself, "Are gods always lonely?"

This extreme arrogance is far more impactful than the joint declaration of tens of thousands of forces.

When a simple and unpretentious one stands out from a group, it's time to give it a good look.

It's like when a bunch of forces are fighting against one; they're in a state of opposition rather than being directly eliminated. You should think about how strong that single hostile force must be.

After a brief moment of surprise, most players rationally reached for the God-Slaying Covenant panel. After all, no matter how strong the Holy Church was, there was only one, while the Old Empire was a true behemoth.

Moreover, the freedom and benefits promised by the royal court are clearly visible, while the Holy Land's declaration consists of only four words, not even bothering to show the basic benefits.

This attitude, when placed alongside the name of the pro-Catholics, appears exceptionally arrogant.

Just as most people were making their choices, the station chief on the high platform suddenly moved. He looked up at the sky, his expression revealing tension.

It was at this moment that a detached and aloof voice suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth: "Summer insects cannot know the cold winter, and frogs in wells cannot know the vast ocean. They have not reached my height, so how can they glimpse the scenery in my eyes?"

The eeries looked towards the source of the sound, and then, led by the station chief, they all lowered their heads in a rather orderly fashion.

Paying homage to an existence of this caliber is not unseemly!

The players looked up in surprise and then witnessed a scene they would never forget.

The sky, like a giant glass mirror, cracked out of nowhere with a soft "crack" sound, and the cracks spread rapidly.

Then, an indescribable golden eye slowly opened from behind the crack, stretching across the sky and indifferently gazing upon this tiny world…