Monsters Are Coming

Their bodies are woven from wood and flesh, with ancient runes appearing on their skin, glowing with a faint green light.

A deep voice echoed across the sky, it was the sole leader of the Green Origin Clan, "Cang Ye".

He stood before the Divine Mother’s statue, holding a scepter carved from the branch of the Green Origin Mother Tree, a dazzling green gem embedded at its tip.

"Hail the firmament, Emperor God!" Cang Ye raised the scepter, his voice rumbling like thunder across the heavens.

All the warriors responded in unison, their voices surging like tides:

"Hail the firmament, Emperor God!"

Whoosh!

All figures simultaneously knelt, bowing towards the sky, a scene strikingly awe-inspiring.

"Hail Divine Mother, Nu E."

All figures fell to their knees, folded their arms across their chests, bowing to the goddess statue, murmuring ancient prayers, the sound waves like tides, shaking the earth.

The prayers were filled with the Green Origin Clan’s reverence for life, and fervent faith in Nu E.

Cang Ye descended from the high platform and approached an altar woven from tendrils.

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On the altar was a jade bowl.

"With blood as the oath, with life as the vow!" Cang Ye sliced his palm with the scepter, letting blood drip into the bowl.

The gathered warriors followed suit, slashing their palms and mingling their blood into the bowl before them.

"There may be no return on this journey!" Cang Ye’s voice was low and resolute:

"But our will remains with the Divine Mother Nu E!"

The warriors shouted in unison, no fear in their eyes, only determination.

After speaking, endless murderous intent shone in Cang Ye’s eyes.

He lifted the jade bowl, dipped his fingers into the green blood, and smeared it on his forehead and cheeks.

The glowing blood marks appeared strikingly prominent on his skin.

Following this, he raised his head and drank the blood in the bowl, his Adam’s apple moving, each motion filled with a sense of power.

All Green Origin Clan warriors followed suit, then stood up and followed leader Cang Ye to the battlefield.

The visual shifted, the Green Origin Clan warriors assembled into a green wave soaring into the sky, piercing toward the darkest shade of black in the sky.

The sky suddenly cracked, a pitch-black rift consumed all, terrifying figures emerged from the darkness, their tentacles like black torrents sweeping the land, withering all in its path.

The Green Origin Clan warriors followed leader Cang Ye closely, their bodies transforming during flight, wooden textures appearing on their skin, arms turning into sharp thorns.

Battle erupted suddenly.

In an instant, countless figures were swallowed by darkness.

Yet the Green Origin Clan did not retreat, rushing toward the sky one wave after another, attempting with their tiny selves to tear the Darkness that enveloped Monster World’s firmament.

Tendrils and tentacles intertwined, green light and black voids continuously clashing.

Amidst destruction and rebirth, Green Origin Clan warriors fell one after another, but not one retreated, their eyes burning with fervor for the last stand.

Hail the firmament, Emperor Zhao, hail Divine Mother Nu E.

With these two rituals concluded, the Green Origin Clan gambled on the future of their group.

To retreat would be a desecration of their faith in the Gods.

Even if gravely injured, they would resolutely choose to detonate their internal Life Energy, attempting to perish alongside the Evil Spirit, the green light bursting forth their life’s last shout.

The visual stunned Jiang Luo and Mahua.

This was a battle without the dawn of victory, the Green Origin Clan’s participation akin to an ant trying to move a tree, resulting only in the constant sacrifice of clansmen.

But the Green Origin Clan’s devotion to their faith, even through the visual, they could feel it.

It seemed after the ritual to join the battle, this generation of the Green Origin Clan was ready for a relentless fight to the death.

Willing to contribute a sliver of their strength to tear through the dark firmament.

In the final image, black flames burst from the earth rift like a surging demon tide, swiftly spreading in a prairie fire momentum.

Where it passed, once lush and vibrant vegetation instantly dissolved.

The green was no more, leaving only a lifeless shade of black ash.

Vines houses, meticulously woven by the Green Origin Clan, now twisted and deformed under the rampage of darkness, ultimately consumed ruthlessly by flames.

The tree fortresses symbolizing the Green Origin Clan’s wisdom and strength collapsed under the scorching of black flames, huge trunks breaking down, raising billowing dust, sounding the elegy for this once glorious civilization.

Even the Nu E goddess statue, bearing all Green Origin Clan faith and spiritual reliance, had its base licked by black flames, the formerly smooth stone surface showed cracks, like grotesque scars etched by time.

The cracks rapidly spread, climbing up from the base to Nu E’s statue’s face.

"Crack!"

After a loud noise, the goddess statue’s head first broke off, crashing down.

Then the body began to fall apart, stone fragments raining down like raindrops, eventually swallowed along with this city by the Black Tide.

The light of the Green Origin Clan’s civilization was thereby extinguished.

Leaving only scorched earth ravaged by the Black Tide.

In the flow of time, the tall mushrooms standing on the land witnessed the rise and fall of the Green Origin Clan but remained immovable like mountains.

New greenery began to regenerate centered around the tall mushrooms, flowers, and green grass spread across the mountains, but traces of the Green Origin Clan’s existence were nearly completely erased.

Return the soul to Nu E, faith forever persists.

The Green Origin Clan chose to partake in a segment of the Catastrophe Battle in their own way, but this buried history beneath the grand tide of ages is known by few.

In the final image, Cang Ye, holding the Mother Tree Wand, smiled, looking at Jiang Luo and Mahua who were reading the visual content:

"My clan’s younger generation, when darkness descends, we used our flesh and blood to build a long wall against evil, using life as the cost to defend loyalty to the Divine Mother Nu E, resolutely choosing to guard the land that nurtured us, perhaps our civilization has perished in the flames of war, our figures have been sealed by time, but the seeds of faith are already deeply buried in the earth."

Cang Ye’s gaze was firm, carrying the power to penetrate time and space, he continued:

"Descendants, if you see this image one day, remember that faith is our strong foundation, the source of power that supports us in adversity, no matter where you return from in the future, no matter the hardships you encounter, hold fast to this light of faith, do not let it extinguish in the darkness."

"The teachings of the Divine Mother Nu E, we have never forgotten, she granted us wisdom, taught us to coexist with nature, to breathe with the earth, her light once illuminated our path, now this faith is continued by you."

The image shattered into countless light points dissipating, Jiang Luo and Mahua opened their eyes.

Staring at the floating green light orb on the stone tablet, their emotions were incredibly complex.

This is just a game, but the sense of immersion was too intense.

The content within the visuals placed them in that ancient era, becoming a member of the Green Origin Clan.

Blood pledges, divine worship, final battles... unafraid of death, facing the insurmountable challenge, offering up lives to uphold loyalty to faith.

This faith moved them.

Ultimately, the Green Origin Clan did not await the return of sent-away clansmen, they awaited these two players.

After preserving the visual record, Jiang Luo reached out to grasp the legacy green light hovering in front.

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A half-hour later, a post ignited discussions on the forum.

Especially among Green Wood Clan players, who were dumbfounded upon seeing the recorded video content in the post.