Chapter 2326

The bright light gradually faded in the distance. Watching the fading light, Widow Xi turned back into the spaceship; it was getting late, and staying up late was bad for the skin.

A strange scene occurred: the second Spacetime Power Condensate fell, and the people from Samsara Paradise acted as if they hadn't seen it.

At the same time, thirty kilometers away, a large group of Qiyuezhe were running fast through the wilderness at night. Nearly five hundred people, yet no one was talking. This was the alliance of Death Paradise and the Cult. Both sides had already agreed that after obtaining the Spacetime Crystal, whichever side had more casualties would take it first, and the next one would belong to the other side.

Regarding this distribution, neither side worried about the other reneging, as there was still the threat of the other three sides.

There was no movement on the Apocalypse Paradise side, which surprised no one; except for the Qiyuezhe left to guard the base camp, everyone else had gone to mine.

At 10:17 that night, the alliance of Death Paradise and the Cult arrived at the landing point of the Spacetime Power Condensate. Before them, the Qiyuezhe of Saint Light Paradise had already arrived and were dispersing the surrounding polluted spacetime power turbulence.

The two sides met and, without any negotiation, directly engaged in a chaotic battle.

A few minutes later.

Boom!

The explosion was deafening. Amidst the firelight, a woman with wine-red hair was half-kneeling on the ground, her fair face covered in blood and mud. The scene she had imagined didn't happen; one side hadn't arrived, and that side was the main force for dealing with the Death + Sanctuary alliance. If they didn't come, the Death + Sanctuary alliance was invincible.

"In the name of God, punish the sins that have descended upon the world!"

A charlatan raised his arms high, his eyes filled with fanaticism, as a holy cone pierced down from high above.

The holy cone was about to pierce the air. Below, a Qiyuezhe with hands stained red with blood and a tomboyish demeanor looked up, her vision filled with blinding golden light.

Hum~

After a buzzing sound in her ears, the female Qiyuezhe was gradually swallowed by darkness. She was the number three figure on the Saint Light Paradise side, Fei Shan, whose combat power was in the top tier of the Sixth Tier.

Fei Shan had fallen, which was a huge blow to everyone in Saint Light Paradise. Although they had nearly four hundred people, the enemy was an alliance of two paradises. If one were to rank the comprehensive combat power of the five paradises this time, the ranking would definitely be:

First place: Samsara Paradise.

Second place: Sanctuary Paradise (Cult).

Third place: Death Paradise.

Fourth place: Apocalypse Paradise.

Fifth place: Saint Light Paradise.

In the eyes of the girls from Saint Light Paradise, the alliance of Death and Sanctuary definitely had a higher comprehensive combat power than Samsara Paradise.

And now, they, the weakest in comprehensive strength, were facing the strongest alliance; one could imagine the situation.

"Divine Punishment!"

A 'fanatic' put his hands together, and a blinding light source flashed above. White smoke rose from the ground, and the earth hissed as it was scorched.

"Overgrowth · Origin Realm."

Vines drilled out from the soil, intertwined, and blocked the top. A rich vitality spread out, nourishing every injured Qiyuezhe on the Saint Light Paradise side.

"Death Oath, Withering."

A bald man stretched one hand forward, and a translucent spirit manifested behind him, holding a wooden-handled sickle.

With one swing of the sickle, the vines blocking above withered rapidly.

Flames burned fiercely, and fluctuations of various energies spread. When some mutually exclusive energies touched, they produced an annihilation reaction, and incomplete corpses were scattered across the battlefield.

Dying Qiyuezhe issued pleas for help and groans, and the fanatical roars of the charlatans were endless. At this very moment, the scene here was like purgatory.

"Retreat! What are the lunatics from Samsara Paradise thinking? Why haven't they come yet?"

"We might... not be able to retreat."

It must be said that although the combat power of Saint Light Paradise was ranked last, the difficulty of wiping them out was extremely high. The main tanks among them were like they had been injected with adrenaline. The main tanks of other paradises would at most dare to suppress a few people, but these main tanks each used their domains to suppress dozens of people. Their buff states were too numerous to count, and all three melee attributes were buffed to 149 points, stuck at the extreme value of the attribute barrier.

The chaotic battle lasted until 4:00 in the early morning before it subsided. Of the 431 Qiyuezhe on the Saint Light Paradise side, only 109 remained. They hadn't even left any manpower at the base camp, and even so, they were crippled by the alliance of Death and Sanctuary.

The horizon turned white. Near the base camp of Saint Light Paradise, the girls were dejected, all of them injured, some even with severed arms or legs.

"Too frustrating."

The voice of a short-haired girl choked with sobs. She wasn't afraid of death, but having been hunted all night, almost captured alive, and finally blocked in the base camp for over an hour made her feel very frustrated—worse than death. She couldn't take this grievance; she wanted retribution.

Actually, the alliance of Death and Sanctuary was also very depressed. After the Saint Light Paradise side hid in the spaceship, there were basically no casualties, just a group of healing types plus the base camp's healing aura.

"No matter what happens, endure it."

A voice that was gentle yet filled with anger came. The speaker was a woman with her hair in a bun; her left arm had been severed, and a wound had been slashed across her originally beautiful face.

She was the leader of the Saint Light Paradise side this time, named Imomi. Without her, the remaining 100+ people wouldn't have made it back.

Imomi was a healing type, and her large-scale healing abilities made the Death Paradise side and the Cult feel disgusted. Imomi could not only heal her own side but also heal the enemy. After being healed by her, the enemy would experience sluggish movement and even partial limb paralysis.

If the healing amount was high, that would be one thing, but after Imomi's healing ability was applied to the enemy, the healing amount was only about 6%–8% of the original. This was a healing type with high healing volume, large range, and large-scale control.

"We lost, but we can't let it end like this. Let's join forces with Apocalypse Paradise. We can lose, but the Cult must not win!"

A healer whose lower body had been severed roared. He was so angry for a reason: before the battle started tonight, the Cult kept saying they wanted to join forces with their Saint Light Paradise, but they turned their backs tonight and didn't mention the alliance at all, because the Cult had a stronger ally, Death Paradise, and since the Spacetime Power Condensate was limited, it was impossible for three sides to split it.

The Cult was exceptionally ruthless in tonight's battle, not only blocking their retreat but also lying about the alliance before the battle, saying they would join forces to deal with Death Paradise.

"We are not joining forces with Apocalypse Paradise. They are weak. We... will form an alliance with Samsara Paradise."

Imomi's words left everyone around her stunned.

"Imomi, are you... sure? Those are a bunch of lunatics, and there are old schemers."

"I'm sure."

Imomi's tone was very calm. Dealing with tigers for their skins was dangerous, and cooperating with a bunch of lunatics, she didn't know what would happen either.

Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling~

The sound of metal colliding came from afar, and a fatty appeared in everyone's line of sight.

"Stop right there!"

Just as the shout ended, the fatty walking in the distance paused. He had a half-smile on his face, and it seemed he pondered for a moment before stopping.

"A Qiyuezhe from Samsara Paradise."

Imomi narrowed her eyes. They had just been routed, and the Samsara Paradise side had come looking for them; this couldn't be a coincidence.

"Are you here to invite us to form an alliance?"

"Heh, hehe."

The fatty still had that half-smile. He stepped forward, and no one attacked him. When he approached within ten meters of the spaceship, he stuffed a hand into his mouth, dug for a while, and then pulled out a communicator covered in saliva. For the fatty, this body was just a container; he didn't care at all.

With a plop, the communicator was tossed to Imomi's feet.

"Dial it."

The fatty put his hands into his pockets and turned to walk away, the metal ornaments on his body jingling.

The people of Saint Light Paradise would never know that they hadn't been wiped out because, last night, the Samsara Paradise side had attacked the base camps of both Death Paradise and the Cult. If those two sides hadn't retreated, the Samsara Paradise side would have charged into their base camps.

The base camp was very important. Once the core drive device was destroyed, it would be a huge joke. After 48 hours, that spaceship would become the enemy's base camp.

The reason the alliance of Death Paradise and the Cult wanted to kill them all was that they were worried that after their two sides allied, Saint Light and Apocalypse would also join forces.

As for an alliance between Saint Light Paradise and Samsara Paradise, the Cult side didn't believe it, because the fierce reputation of the Samsara Paradise side was too strong, and there were many old schemers. If the Saint Light Paradise side didn't want to be wiped out after being used, they wouldn't join forces with the Samsara Paradise side.

As for an alliance between Apocalypse Paradise and Samsara Paradise, don't joke; the Apocalypse Paradise side didn't know how many times they had been hammered, and they would rather be wiped out than form an alliance.

And now, the girls of Saint Light Paradise, who had been crippled and were full of anger, were preparing to join forces with the Samsara Paradise side to take revenge. They could lose, but they couldn't let that Cult, which was full of benevolence and morality and believed gods were above everything, win.

Facts proved that one should never provoke a healing type. When they didn't care who the friends they were healing and buffing were, they would become very terrifying.

Healers from Samsara Paradise were very rare, especially in a war world. If one encountered a healer, they were an extremely scarce attachment and would be snatched back and forth by the lunatics. Healers in Samsara Paradise were happy to be so; they had long been accustomed to getting along with lunatics and knew how to protect themselves.

More healing types in Samsara Paradise were combat healers. This type of combat healer wouldn't assist others; their destructive power was extremely strong. Why would they heal others? In their own words: "My damage intensity is higher than yours, why should I heal you? You must not have woken up yet."

And now, the Samsara Paradise side had the opportunity to join forces with a group of healers—not lunatic combat healers, but orthodox healers who were good at buffs and healing.