Monsters Are Coming

Like a torrential downpour, upon contact with the fungus carpet below that continuously supplies energy, it rapidly swells and hatches at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if seeds have fallen into the most fertile soil.

In just a few seconds, at the places covered by the fungus carpet, grotesque larvae burst out of their sacs.

Infused with the energy of the fungus carpet, the larvae transformed into mature combat entities in mere seconds, letting out bloodthirsty shrieks and joining the charge torrent.

Meanwhile, in the Land of Burial Fire, members of the Monument Abyss Clan began their actions.

Amidst the earth’s tremor, the bases of tombstones opened with a bang, and countless warriors clad in armor of different civilizations and eras marched out from the tombstones.

Their eyes were hollow, and their bodies consisted purely of energy and civilization information.

The Monument Abyss Clan members referred to these warriors, composed of the essence of civilizations, as: Civilization Heroic Remains, or Civilization Warriors.

Among them were mages riding elemental giant dragons, interstellar soldiers wielding photon giant swords, priests chanting lost divine arts... They were once the essence of various civilizations, and the shield and sword in the Monument Abyss Clan’s external wars.

At the same time, in the central area of the Land of Burial Fire.

Within the giant city built from countless civilization tombstones, native members of the Monument Abyss Clan densely emerged from underground passages.

Their forms were entirely different from the heroic remains; although humanoid, their bodies seemed sculpted, covered in carvings and runes.

Each one of them held a lantern with an ancient design in hand.

In the lamps burned rule-derived energy provided by the civilization tombstones.

These Monument Abyss Clan members floated up, their lanterns shining brightly as they established an energy connection with the countless civilization heroic remains below.

Like puppet masters, they began to control this army composed of the essence of countless civilizations.

With their appearance, the previously scattered civilization heroic remains instantly became orderly, and warriors of different civilizations commenced intricate cooperation.

Magic, technology, divine arts... all forms of power converged into a sky-covering torrent of civilization under the unified dispatching of the Monument Abyss Clan members.

With the intention of burying everything, they fiercely faced the invading three major catastrophes.

The true clash officially began at this moment.

The evil spirit’s Black Tide clashed with the brilliance of civilization.

The Insect Race’s cries and the war cries of heroic remains intertwined.

The players’ fanaticism collided with the counterattack of the civilization warriors.

The entire Land of Burial Fire ushered in the most chaotic, rampant, and reckless triple heavenly calamity in history.

The feast of destruction began.

In one corner of the chaotic battlefield.

Ye Ming, Ye Xie, and the recovering Mingwu Elder Council members also descended along with the player torrent.

Though their power was negligible on this battlefield, they also wanted to try battling in a player’s style.

Upon descending, they closely followed the steps of the main player army ahead, launching a charge.

Though weak in power, their team chat channel was filled with intense excitement.

"Hahaha, charging with fellow compatriots, this feeling... is damned exhilarating." An elder excitedly shouted in the channel, his voice trembling.

"No need to worry about casualties, no need to contemplate retreat routes, only the enemy and the spoils ahead... I’m starting to understand them, being a player means having the determination to risk everything, because we have an infinite margin for error, hahahaha." Another elder equally shouted with excitement.

Ye Xie tried hard to maintain composure, but his heart couldn’t suppress its turbulence.

Despite having little strength, being able to immerse himself so thoroughly in the battlefield, waging side by side with the Black Tide and the Insect Race, these two catastrophe-level forces, made him feel his heart surge with excitement.

Even the always calm Ye Ming left a brief message in the channel:

"Open up, try to enjoy this war... in a player’s way."

At this moment, they tried to integrate into the players, transforming into a drop of water in this torrent of destruction.

Although small, they also experienced sweeping madness and pleasure.

This carefree atmosphere of yielding to instincts and charging freely allowed them to be completely immersed.

After becoming players, they understood.

Back in the Bright Star Sea Area, the wild players, seen as insane, incomprehensible, crashing wildly like headless flies.

In truth, they possessed pure freedom.

Seemingly insane, in essence, it was the joyful release after breaking free of all shackles.

Different levels reveal vastly different landscapes.

Once thought, standing high, they overlooked wild players, now looking back, they realized that to the players, they were just a segment of scenery in their journey.

Destined to be buried in the history books of the player faction’s rise.

Luckily, they became one of them now, with boundless prospects ahead.

On the other side, led by the Divine King, the main force of the United Battle Group had turned into an unstoppable iron-blood torrent.

Launching a fierce assault on the Monument Abyss Clan’s defensive line.

At the forefront were the damage-taking stream players with bulging bodies and muscles knotted like dragons.

Surrounded by heavy red protective Gang Qi and various damage-reduction auras, they slammed into the strict formation of civilization heroic remains with sheer physical barbaric force.

Each collision caused mountain shakes, opening bloody paths for the players behind.

Thousands of meters back, the Life Soul Characteristics released by the magic players gathered into a magnificent resonance, and the grand torrent of magic instantly lit up the lead-gray sky.

Scorching Ink Flame, Space Tear of Void Grip, the flesh-freezing Ice Mist Breath, earth-cleansing Rushing Thunder... like a doomsday punitive strike, they crossed the chaotic battlefield and rained down as destructive torrential rain over the densest areas of civilization warriors.