Chapter 258: Continuous Advancement, Networking Strategy

In a fit of rage, the Partygoers crowded around a large machine and walked out from the army. The machine was facing the outer wall of the military base. It seemed that was the ultimate weapon in the Partygoers' mouths.

Frank looked at the machine, and felt a bit of hair-raising in his heart. This was his intuition telling him that the thing was very dangerous.

Zzzzz...

The smiley face balloons in the sky emitted a laser, which intertwined to form a huge laser net, tightly wrapping the military base inside.

"First test, activate =)"

With a hum, following the action of a Partygoer, the entire machine emitted a strange fluctuation, completely shrouding the target area.

Frank resisted the idea of a strategic transfer and moved rapidly around, observing the effect of this weapon from all directions.

I saw that from the front, the part of the city wall shrouded by the fluctuation had no changes, as if the attack hadn't started at all.

But from the side, one could discover that the originally thick outer wall had become thin as a silkworm's wing, like an ordinary painting standing in that place.

Dimensional strike?!

Frank was astonished. Forcibly compressing the target from three dimensions to two dimensions, the Partygoers actually had this kind of technology?

The surprising thing was still to come. I saw the outer wall that had become a painting suddenly change. Within a breath, it adapted to this posture and continued to exert its function.

Under anti-common sense and anti-experience conditions, the two-dimensional city wall blocked the advance of three-dimensional life.

Inside the base, Johnson was sweating all over. Facing the dimensional strike directly made his sixth sense alarm wildly, urging him to leave the current area quickly and find a place to hide.

Looking at the photos of the outer wall taken by Frank from various angles in the live broadcast room, Johnson wiped the sweat on his forehead.

Can't wait any longer!

The Peanut, which was bouncing around everywhere, pulled the lens toward the Jackalope. Under the special perspective, the Peanut was like a perverted uncle following behind, with evil eyes locked on the harmless little white rabbit.

After a corner, the Jackalope's corpse suddenly hung upside down in front of the lens. The twisted neck and the gushing fresh blood made this live broadcast room completely unsuitable for minors to enter.

The Peanut, which had succeeded in a sneak attack, threw the Jackalope on the ground. Johnson began to exert influence, and the spiritual thread with pollution went deep into the Jackalope's corpse.

In just a few seconds, the Jackalope's skin cracked. In the cracks, it seemed that one after another terrifying eyes appeared. In addition, transparent insects vaguely appeared in the Jackalope's seven orifices, constantly wriggling.

Although there was no commentary in the live broadcast room, every viewer could roughly guess what had happened.

Some believers even gripped the crucifixes in their hands and silently recited the Bible to pray for God's blessing.

After the control was completed, the Jackalope began to run under Johnson's manipulation, with the target directly being the area where the Plague Doctor usually stayed.

After showing its head in front of the Plague Doctor, the Jackalope turned and left, and the Plague Doctor followed closely behind.

As a high-intelligence entity, the Plague Doctor certainly knew that this was very likely a lure policy, and who knew what danger was waiting behind.

However, that was a life form infected by the "plague." The Plague Doctor completely couldn't give up his mission: eliminate the plague and save all infected people.

In the rush, the Plague Doctor blocked the Jackalope in a dead end. Johnson glanced at the time; twenty-something minutes had passed.

Estimating the remaining time in his heart, while counting down silently, Johnson controlled the Jackalope to rush toward the Plague Doctor. The wide-open bloody mouth made this rabbit become ferocious and incomparable.

"You are sick, I am late."

The Plague Doctor had a compassionate look. The moment his hand touched the Jackalope, the Jackalope lost all life signs and fell directly to the ground.

Instantly killing any life form, this was one of the Plague Doctor's special abilities.

After knocking down the Jackalope, the Plague Doctor took out a box from under his ceramic-like skin. The Peanut, hiding in the dark, constantly adjusted the camera position, trying to film the Plague Doctor's entire appearance as much as possible.

After taking out the scalpel and tweezers, the Jackalope's corpse was divided into several pieces. In this process, the pollution released by Johnson disappeared completely.

Soon, when the Plague Doctor finished the stitching, the Jackalope swayed and stood up, becoming a walking corpse.

The Plague Doctor sobbed sadly. Saving the infected finally failed. Speaking of which, up to now, it seemed he hadn't succeeded even once.

Johnson looked at the clock, and his hand suddenly waved. The spiritual thread hidden in the Jackalope moved, starting to compete with the Plague Doctor for the control of the Jackalope.

The Plague Doctor was a bit astonished. Facing the crazy Jackalope, he could only keep retreating.

After all, the Jackalope that had already been "resurrected" certainly didn't count as a living life form, otherwise, the Plague Doctor wouldn't need to sob.

When facing non-life forms, the Plague Doctor's combat power immediately dropped by more than a grade. His special ability was completely ineffective against the crazy Jackalope. This was called "using your own rules to defeat you."

However, although the Plague Doctor was a bit embarrassed, his life safety was still no problem. After all, the current Jackalope couldn't exert its strength.

Seeing that it was about to reach half an hour, Johnson directly retracted the spiritual thread and exchanged the control right to the Plague Doctor.

At that moment, the Jackalope refreshed instantly, recovering to the state before death, and the Plague Doctor's action was also identified as an attack by the revived Jackalope. The Jackalope directly began to counterattack.

With a crunch, the Plague Doctor's head was directly swallowed into the Jackalope's belly, and the Plague Doctor's fingers also brushed across the Jackalope's body.

With two slaps, the Plague Doctor and the Jackalope fell to the floor together, temporarily perishing together.

Seeing the Plague Doctor die, Johnson raised the potion in his hand and drank it.

In the finale of this absurd play, Johnson's strength, which hadn't improved significantly for hundreds of years, finally moved.

Advancement, Diviner Path, Sequence 4 - Trickmaster!

After Johnson advanced, he directly left the cage. After becoming a Trickmaster, in this military base, Johnson could be considered to have a bit of self-preservation ability.

When the live broadcast room was closed, the Partygoers outside also completed the final debugging.

The machine's coverage expanded to the entire military base. Dimensional strike, start!

In the air, it seemed there was an invisible hand constantly pressing on the military base, pushing forward bit by bit. Where this hand swept, the dimensions began to collapse, and everything became a painting.

Just at this time, the Indestructible Lizard moved, rushing directly toward the area being dimensionally reduced. When its body was directly crushed into two dimensions, the Indestructible Lizard's super-standard adaptability began to take effect.

In just a few seconds, the Indestructible Lizard changed from a three-dimensional to a two-dimensional creature, and then immediately underwent dimensional upgrade, returning to three dimensions.

The Old Man also began to show his magical powers. The environment in the pocket dimension was adjusted to a two-dimensional mode, and the Old Man directly relied on his pocket dimension to leave the position of the dimensional strike.

When various entities showed their magical powers, strands of black mist emerged from the base's buildings. This black mist directly ignored the dimensional strike and circled in the air.

That black mist directly shocked the Indestructible Lizard. The Indestructible Lizard withstood the Partygoers' attacks and tried to leave this level.

Johnson looked at the black mist. Although he didn't know what that thing was, his intuition told him that what this military base was truly holding was this black mist that emerged during the dimensional change.

In an instant, the world changed. Endless darkness descended on this level, and all light, as soon as it was emitted, would be swallowed by the boundless darkness.

In this darkness, a mass of energy body that didn't have a human shape looked up at the sky. This was Dormammu's avatar.

"Ancient One, it's my turn." Dormammu said in a muffled voice. Above the sky, the power representing time was rotating rapidly.

Having confronted the Ancient One for so long, Dormammu could also see that the Ancient One seemed to be trying to find a way to cultivate the next generation, and he was now going to completely destroy that so-called next generation.

The Indestructible Lizard, entangled by the darkness, turned its head and launched an attack on Dormammu. These "prison guards" knew well that only by breaking Dormammu's seal could they possibly gain freedom and leave this place.

Dormammu's finger drew in the air, and huge gravity directly tore apart the Indestructible Lizard's body. The next second, the Indestructible Lizard's body recovered to normal, but under Dormammu's control, it couldn't move at all.

The Partygoers, who had been noisy, also put away their symbols and shivered in the darkness.

Everything was destined. From the Partygoers entering the Backrooms three hundred years ago to now using dimensional strikes to destroy the entangled rules of this level, these were all in Dormammu's calculations.

Dormammu, who had already taken the initiative, wasn't very afraid of the Ancient One's interference. When the dimensions changed, the corresponding time rules were also changing. If the Ancient One forcibly intervened, Dormammu, on the premise of paying a certain price, might be able to give his old rival a heavy blow.

Just at this time, a dazzling white light lit up in the endless darkness.

This holy light snatched a small area around it back from Dormammu's control. Frank, who had turned into a holy light energy body, faced Dormammu directly.

"Mortal, you are seeking your own death!" Dormammu looked at Frank with disdain. The surrounding surging darkness gathered rapidly, squeezing Frank's living space.

Holy Light Baptism!

Frank didn't talk nonsense with Dormammu either. This was a very good challenge opportunity.

When Frank raised his hand, a piece of holy light fell from the sky, shrouding Frank in it. The ripples that were stirred up exploded one after another dazzling holy light bullets in the air.

Although Frank had exerted his power to the extreme, Dormammu still occupied an absolute upper hand.

Seeing the battle situation becoming more and more unfavorable, Johnson sighed and raised a bottle of potion in the darkness.

When the potion was drunk, Johnson saw the changing causality, and also saw the Ancient One manipulating time.

Only then did Johnson understand that everything was just a game between the Ancient One and Dormammu. Before reaching the current level, they didn't even have the qualifications to participate in the game.

When the potion took effect, Johnson also became Sequence 3 - Ancient Scholar.

The causal lines entangled with time were displayed in Johnson's eyes. Looking back at the past, what he could see were friends at various time points.

When Frank was attacking Dormammu, his peripheral vision suddenly saw another himself, holding dual pistols, sprinkling continuous holy light on Dormammu.

The ability of an Ancient Scholar was to invite existences from the past. After paying spirituality, he could pull the existence of that era to the current time point.

However, it should be noted that the further away from the current time point, the stronger the invited target, the greater the consumption, and the invited target from the past could refuse Johnson's invitation.

To put it bluntly, this was an ability that relied on connections. If one had a good enough relationship with a bunch of big shots, the combat power ceiling of an Ancient Scholar could break through the sky. If one was a guy hated by everyone, then the floor could be low enough to make people cry.

"Long time no see, Frank." Johnson poked his body out from the darkness on the side and floated in mid-air, saying to Frank.

Because he had taken advancement potions in succession, Johnson's mental state was poor now, and his face was covered with black threads.

Dormammu looked at the "Frank" from the past summoned by Johnson, and the expression on his face was quite bad. This kind of ability full of déjà vu made Dormammu think of the Ancient One.

Corrosion, destruction!

Dormammu manipulated the endless darkness of this level, turning it into a flood, drowning the summoned object from the past, and the flood rushed straight toward Johnson and Frank.

Johnson breathed out slightly, and his right hand inserted into the past timeline.

With the rapid consumption of the spirituality accumulated for hundreds of years, a person was pulled out directly by Johnson. It was the Ancient One from the past.

After the Ancient One appeared, she immediately understood the current situation and pointed her right hand toward the void.

The flood immediately rolled back and slapped on Dormammu's avatar.

The Ancient One from the past stood with her hands behind her back, watching Dormammu, without any intention of taking the initiative to do anything.

After all, the unique Eye of Agamotto didn't appear with the Ancient One. If they fought directly like this, the outcome was still hard to say.

After having the Ancient One concentrate on defense, Johnson closed his eyes and began to look for existences that could help in the past.

Soon, one figure after another was pulled out from the void by Johnson, directly forming a team, and began a righteous gang-up.

Dormammu felt something was wrong. The script shouldn't be written like this.

According to the initial plan, this level should have been pulled into the Dark Dimension by Dormammu, including all life forms in it.

As a result, Frank's sudden outburst delayed the destruction of the level, and Johnson's advancement made the battlefield return to a stalemate state.

Facing a bunch of ability users led by the Ancient One, even Dormammu's avatar was difficult to break through. After all, this level wasn't his Dark Dimension. Now what he could look forward to was only Johnson's spiritual exhaustion.

Summoning so many people in one breath, it was impossible to persist for too long. Now Dormammu's true body outside the world barrier and the Ancient One were fighting fiercely. In the situation where the Ancient One couldn't spare her hands for the time being, as long as Johnson couldn't continue, then Dormammu still had a chance to complete the plan. ===== CHAPTER 259 =====