Chapter 130: Corpses Strewn Across the Field

It seemed that suddenly, one day, the situation took a turn for the worse.

The Corrosion of Chaos was as ubiquitous as flies; whenever you felt you were prepared and ready to face the coming storm, Chaos would always spread out from the shadows.

In a short span of time, these disgusting monsters surrounded all the major cities within the Empire. Humans driven by the nihilistic power of Chaos grew horns as they advanced, transforming into beast-like forms. Almost every human in the Empire could have their form altered by the power of Chaos; their flesh and blood carried both the curse and the blessing of Chaos.

Herdstone sites—ritual grounds where Beastmen gathered and held a special status within Chaos—now appeared as if out of thin air, springing up in all directions across the Empire, filled with a hair-raising terror. No one knew what was happening on the land now shrouded in blood mist.

The territories of the various Elector Counts lost contact one after another, and the thick fog of Chaos permeated the vast land, bringing wave after wave of foul air and thick smoke. According to reports from some remaining players, almost every major city had been attacked.

Countless terrifying monsters roared at the scarlet blood mist, leading tens of thousands of monsters to charge toward the city walls.

The blood-red, filthy matter piled up outside the city walls, almost forming a siege tower. The Beastmen, who were once human, had eyes filled with frantic filth, attacking their former homes like madmen. Even if they tried hard to do something, it was to no avail; people just watched all of this in sorrow, completely lacking the ability to stop them.

When the Chaos Gods truly didn't want to play the game anymore, all these ordinary people could do was kneel on the ground and begin to pray for the protection of their own gods. However, even their own gods were, in most cases, already struggling to save themselves.

The Winds of Magic blowing across the world began to accelerate at a terrifying speed, and countless Chaos Demons began to emerge from all directions; these countless monsters even abandoned their instincts.

They began to destroy everything in their path in an all-encompassing, merciless manner, yet they remained blind to everything around the path. These monsters were following a straight line toward the force that was expanding the countless golden mists and preparing to fire upon the Planetary Shield. The lighthouse of the Star-Bearer was like an isolated island in the Chaos Sea, gradually appearing precarious amidst the surging tide of demons.

However, due to the distance and the influence of the surrounding Winds of Magic, the demons were often unable to reach this golden island directly. Moreover, the more the demons died, the more they came in waves, and the more powerful the strength given to that monster became. What he mastered was expansion and destruction; any form of destruction and death would strengthen him.

Therefore, the demons had no choice but to begin slaughtering those areas that might cause an impact around the Old World like madmen, causing these places to erupt with countless alarms.

Even the players' forums were filled with posts sounding the alarm.

"Azeroth has been invaded by the Demon Legion!"

"Erathia has been destroyed by the Demon Legion! Even the Queen has turned red, it's too terrifying!"

"Live broadcast, let you see the end-time of the Anbennar world. Now it's the Dark Domain against the Demon Legion; although neither is a good thing, the Dark Domain looks much more human-like now."

"How did my glorious Middle Ages get wiped out..."

One hidden seal after another was broken, and one dust-covered malice after another was released.

The forces of Order were not without the power to fight back, but this sudden attack did indeed catch everyone off guard. People didn't even have time to react before countless demons destroyed everything around them like a hurricane, then, carrying everything they had gathered, circled and rushed toward the more powerful monster.

The burning paths spreading from all over the world looked like a huge Chaos eight-pointed star. The demons rushing from various realms howled toward the central pole, sprinting toward the intersection of the eight-pointed star, attempting to intercept the occurrence of an unimaginable, terrifying event. For these demons, they could fully feel the anxiety and fear of their masters; they could feel the dread of the Chaos Lords.

These continent-level psionic beings were afraid; they were terrified of that man's act of breaking the firmament. And they felt fear and unease from the bottom of their hearts regarding the power of destruction he possessed.

The most instinctive power of destruction from the intelligent beings on the planet was, by nature, the natural enemy of all demons and supernatural beings, let alone breaking the Planetary Shield to step from the planet into the Starry Sky. Such a thing was absolutely forbidden to the demons, and it was a thing that was fundamentally impossible to allow to happen.

It was just that the many Order existences in the Old World did not know exactly what had happened. They only felt fear and surprise at the suddenly surging tide of demons. The Lizardmen had long since made their final preparations; countless temples activated Psionic Shields and some weapons preserved from ancient times, launching bombardments at the demon army outside their realm. And the mysterious Cathay simply made their entire territory disappear from the concept of space.

The Dragon Emperor and his subjects quietly relocated to some unknown areas, seemingly having long realized what would happen and having made full preparations.

Only the Dwarf Peaks and the Elves, as generational arch-enemies, began to gradually make contact and fight side by side.

Because their respective allies and enemies had all completely fallen into the countless tides of demons. No one knew exactly what had happened, just as no one was clear about what was going on right now. Only a month had passed since the Elector Count assassination incident, but in that month, apart from the Star-Bearer still firing cannons at the sky, everything in the surrounding environment seemed to have become rotten in the blink of an eye. Countless players outside the realms were craning their necks, watching to see what had happened to this Old World.

"... But how would I know what happened."

Slashing the deer-headed, human-bodied monster to the ground with one blade, the player jumped to the side with a look of disgust, watching the black blood filled with Chaos energy spurting from its veins.

And all around, countless carriages were surrounding them in a circle. The old, the weak, the women, and the children were cutting the coverings inside the carriages, using crossbows to fire outward. And inside the connection points between the carriages, a group of sturdy-looking knights clad in armor were calmly hacking and killing those monsters.

These diplomatic envoys from Feren were believers of the Church of the God of Justice; they had originally come to the Old World for diplomatic contact, wanting to retrieve their god's artifact in this ancient world. But now, having only walked halfway, they encountered something like a demon tide. For the believers of the God of Justice, naturally, they could not ignore such a thing.

Under the protection of a dozen Paladins, hundreds of the old, weak, and young were receiving training within the caravan, winding their way along, intending to head to the seaside, attempting to leave this continent ravaged by demons.

But just ten-odd kilometers from the seaside, they were entangled by a large group of demons.

The players didn't really care, but looking at those screaming women and children, as players with a certain conscience, they still stood in front of everyone, deciding to resist the attack of those terrifying demons and Beastmen.

And among the crowd, that Paladin who served as the diplomatic envoy stood out, looking at those monsters in the distance that were grinning and emitting threatening screams and roars, making a final mobilization to his comrades beside him. This was very likely the last mobilization of their lives, but there was not a trace of fear on anyone's face.

Because they firmly believed that justice was eternal, and these demons and monsters could never truly achieve victory.

"Justice, though humble, is by no means a powerless thing."

The man's voice rang out in the wilderness, possessing a determination like steel.

"For the God of Justice, for our respective homes, prepare now—"

Wearing a suit of heavy armor and holding a crude greatsword that looked no different from an iron rod, a man who looked pedantic and resolute was speaking when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He subconsciously looked behind him; a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in that world filled with blood mist and turbid corpses. That light did not shine for anyone, nor was it intentionally trying to tear through the blood-filled mist, but the moment it was fired, all the scenery in this world had to make way for that light.

And it was not just once; after that fragmented light gradually shattered and faded, in just a few minutes, even more dazzling pillars of light reaching the sky emerged from the distant ocean. That blinding light was something the entire Old World could likely witness the scorching aura of. Everyone could see that the sky itself had been dented by that violent pillar of light, as if the sky itself had been punched by someone.

The Starry Sky that originally reflected the moonlight and the firmament was dented by the impact of that violent light. People looked at the dented sky in astonishment, feeling a kind of inexplicable courage beginning to emerge.

Although they didn't know why, looking at that light, they felt that the chaotic demon enemies before them didn't seem like much.

And not only that, within the dissipating light, countless meteors began to spread in all directions; those stars were burning with scorching flames in the air, and several of them even smashed straight toward this side.

In just a few seconds, the demons on the ground were hit by the meteors. Amidst the scorched earth and raging fire, the main bodies of the meteors bloomed outward, and countless pale warriors walked out from within.

"Fifth Impact and Sixth Impact complete, now processing negative assets... Star-Bearer intervening in the battlefield."

Several meteors fell from the sky, and the meteors said so.

Um, ever since that player chapter and the players entered, the follow-read rate has plummeted; it seems everyone really doesn't like watching players. In short, I will get to the Starry Sky stage as soon as possible and omit the player parts. I am truly very sorry for letting everyone see things they don't like. The subsequent parts all need to be revised, I'm really sorry.

(End of chapter)