Chapter 218: Three Calamities Converge, Ultimate Showdown

The battle at Emperor's Tomb Mountain Range lasted three hours.

With the power of Earth-Nie the Tyrant, he could have ended the fight completely within half an hour if he went all out.

But this is precisely what makes Earth-Nie the Tyrant nauseating to players.

He clearly has the strength to crush player formations swiftly using Cataclysm, Apocalypse, and Death-Calamity troop types.

Yet he refuses to—instead, he employs sneaky backlash tactics to counter player assaults, sparing even the tiniest bit of resource without waste.

This is why small squads and small-group players are unwilling to challenge Earth-Nie the Tyrant at Emperor's Tomb Mountain Range.

Small-scale player teams truly earn not a single coin.

Earth-Nie the Tyrant can pin his health bar at a critical threshold, using Cataclysm troop backlash to nullify all player damage output.

Only large-scale coalition battle modes stand a chance of gaining profit from this war.

This battle was posted by players on the forum.

It stated that Earth-Nie the Tyrant had imprisoned an Elemental Meng Yuan Chu monster and was wildly provoking and taunting.

But forum players remained utterly calm.

This isn't the first time Earth-Nie the Tyrant has pulled a stunt.

Cataclysm backlash tactics, mental taunting tactics, player infiltration plans, treasure chest tactics, intelligence-gathering tactics, data simulation tactics… Earth-Nie the Tyrant's antics never surprise players.

Constantly pulling stunts is Earth-Nie the Tyrant's trademark.

It's certain that Earth-Nie the Tyrant's AI has evolved again, realizing players are collecting Meng Yuan Chu monsters.

So it thought of using the Meng Yuan Chu monster to annoy them.

This fits Earth-Nie the Tyrant's design perfectly—any chance to annoy, never missed.

At one point, a forum player remarked: "That bastard Earth-Nie the Tyrant doesn't even treat us players as human—he's pulling stunts to mess with our minds again. Why doesn't he go mess with the Bug Clan's heads instead!"

But the answer to that question doesn't need thought to know.

In the three Cataclysms of the Novice Village, only they and Earth-Nie the Tyrant are trapped in a cycle of psychological explosions, tormenting each other.

None submit to the other; they constantly upgrade their methods of opposition.

The core principle: if you can't kill me, I'll annoy you to death.

As for the Battle Bug Clan, their eyes see only slaughter.

No matter how many stunts Earth-Nie the Tyrant pulls, it never affects the Bug Clan's emotions—they are the purest killing machines, either fighting or on the way to fight.

The only thing that can trigger strategic shifts in the Battle Bug Clan is the arrival of a fourth faction.

Whenever this happens, the three factions instantly turn their weapons toward the fourth, brutally crushing it to seize resources.

Though bloodthirsty, the Bugs are not foolish.

They know the Player Faction and the Black Tide produce no resources whatsoever—when a fourth faction appears, they'll inevitably consume its resources before resuming the chaos.

It's like a deceased friend in the eyes of a certain player.

Since server launch, the only one to have achieved the epic achievement "Three Cataclysms Battle Tian Huo Fa Wang."

His name was permanently engraved on the player forum, often recalled by veteran players.

New players can also see brief clashes between this deceased "old friend" and veteran players in the Honor Chronicle.

As one forum player put it: "Tian Huo Fa Wang's appearance was like a meteor streaking across the Novice Village night sky—briefly brilliant, but his memory is forever etched into player history."

Many new players who've never seen the Honor Chronicle, upon first hearing of Tian Huo Fa Wang, even thought it was a story like "Three Heroes Battle Lü Bu."

Tian Huo Fa Wang, with supreme power, forced the three Cataclysm-level factions of the Novice Village to unite in battle.

Since then, the three Novice Village factions have never again engaged in "united" warfare.

Now the issue is, Earth-Nie the Tyrant has imprisoned a Meng Yuan Chu monster—clearly mocking them.

But they truly want this Meng Yuan Chu.

Players' greatest fear is: what if the Tyrant kills this Meng Yuan Chu monster?

Although Meng Yuan Chu monsters never truly die, their respawn location is completely random after death.

This randomness isn't limited to the Pale Continent region—it's random across the entire Monster World.

The chance of encountering it again is nearly zero.

Perhaps they'll never see "Ice Mist Breath" again in this lifetime.

So how to seize this Meng Yuan Chu monster from the Tyrant has become a heated topic among forum players.

At this moment, the Peak Players Chat Group:

Divine King (Group Owner): What do you guys think? Any ideas?

Wo Si Ni Die: Ice Mist Breath is a first-generation Meng Yuan Chu, but its traits provide both control and damage output—we absolutely can't let it go. My suggestion: organize players for a peak showdown.

Shen Yi: Fight—must fight. Giving the Tyrant face? Provocation demands a price. Not a single second of tolerance.

May the Imperial Prince Protect You: Since everyone wants to fight, start contacting people. We're still vastly weaker than the Tyrant—everyone, mobilize your networks and bring as many players as possible.

Luan Shi Si Fa: Divine King, post on the forum right away—get the pre-battle atmosphere going. Once hype builds, players will flood in.

The final plan from the Peak Players Chat Group: assemble a massive player army for a long-overdue peak showdown.

Even if they fail, they must make the Tyrant pay a price.

Most importantly, they must seize the Meng Yuan Chu monster from the Tyrant to add a new Painful Painful Minghun to their player faction.

After ending the discussion, Divine King immediately contacted the leaders of major guilds not in the Peak Players Chat Group—including alien player guild leaders.

He aimed to unite all player forces for an unprecedented-scale confrontation.

This process, beyond Divine King, required assistance from other guild leaders and administrators of the Coalition Battle Group.

(PS: The Peak Players Chat Group was founded by the top human player guild leaders, whose own guilds also formed the Coalition Battle Group that regularly operates in Emperor's Tomb Mountain Range. Many alien player guild leaders are not in the group; Divine King is the group owner.)

Not long after, Divine King posted his recruitment thread on the forum:

【Folks, who understands? I'm depressed. It started like this…】

Content: ……

Recruitment requirements for combat personnel:

Anyone's fine—Star Vein, Body Tempering, and Painful Painful Minghun levels don't matter.

If you're a brother, come with me to the Imperial Tomb Mountain Range to hack at the Overlord.

Once the Black Tide descends on reality in the future, I'll be a super big shot. Any brother who joins the fight and has trouble in reality can find me—I'll make sure you've got a meal to eat.

……

The God King's post is still in his usual meme-loving style as always.

But the rally post he put out also drew an enthusiastic response from a large number of newbie players.

Many new players exploring the Bitter Winter Snowfield region, and even Di Ku Shi Jie, had never seen an Earth-Nie Evil Spirit with their own eyes and wanted to see for themselves just how strong the Overlord the veteran players kept talking about really was.

As more and more players responded, the exit of Imperial Tomb Village was packed wall-to-wall.

The number of players joining the joint war regiment broke 200,000 for the first time, and it was still climbing.

As long as someone applied to join, the admins would approve them instantly.

During this process, the admins of the major guilds were all helping the God King collect information on the enlisted players, wanting to sort them into groups.

Guild players were easy to organize—every guild had already sorted their different types of players into groups.

But solo players, newbies, small squads, small groups… these kinds of players needed to submit their info to be organized properly.

And the grouping was also for better command—otherwise once the fighting started there'd be no way to issue clear orders.

Players would also have a hard time understanding.

As time passed and the grouping was still underway, 【he】 grew a bit impatient and thought of the ever-elusive Tourist No. 1.

If Tourist No. 1 helped out, the grouping would definitely be done in no time.

This battle just might really let them snatch the Meng Yuan Chu monster "Ice Mist Breath" from the Earth-Nie Overlord.

With the idea in mind, the God King immediately opened his livestream room.

"Brother No. 1, you there?"

Tourist No. 1 hadn't yet obtained Monster World player qualifications, so there was no way to reach him through the friends list or by @-ing him in the livestream room.

【He】 could only ask out loud and wait for Tourist No. 1's response.

Not long after the question was sent, a golden bullet comment swept across the livestream room.

Tourist No. 1: I'm here.

God King: Interested in taking on the Overlord again? If you can join, we'll have that much more certainty.

Faced with the question, Tourist No. 1 didn't give a direct answer.

After the livestream room fell silent for over ten seconds, the message from Tourist No. 1:

"From here on out I'll be in command. Once assembly is complete, every player in the war regiment is required to turn on livestream mode."

Seeing that Tourist No. 1 said he'd take command personally, the God King was instantly thrilled.

The command battle Tourist No. 1 had taken part in last round was still fresh in his memory—it had truly let him vent his spleen.

Having gotten a clear answer, the God King didn't rush to have the players open their livestreams; at this point the war regiment's numbers were still climbing.

Fishing faction, PvP faction, exploration faction… even many Spirit Chef players from the Mist Coast got wind of it and came to join the war regiment.

All wanting to seize this chance to be written into the annals of glory.

Maybe they'd get a screenshot of a highlight moment they could brag about later on.

The war regiment's growth in numbers gradually slowed after hitting 300,000.

An hour later, the number of participating players reached 350,000.

The God King stopped waiting and immediately used his legion commander authority to issue the first order to the players in the war regiment.

"All players, turn on livestream mode and open your attribute display panel. Don't do anything else."

After repeating it three times in a row, the God King began waiting for Tourist No. 1 to make his move.

……

The Moon, Moon Eclipse City.

Beneath the Moon Eclipse Tower, the Energy Center.

After the Star Net's command was transmitted down below, several thousand energy pipelines over ten meters in diameter slowly rotated, emitting a low rumble.

The metal casing on the pipeline surfaces gleamed coldly under the blue warning lights, and the hydraulic units at the joints vented white steam.

【Detection complete. Pressure in Sector a-1 is normal.】

The information relayed after the underground robots finished their detection.

The Star Net immediately issued a new command, and at once the indicator lights on tens of thousands of small maintenance robots in the underground space lit up simultaneously.

Optical lenses shifted from red to blue, and the tools on their mechanical arms switched rapidly.

In the pipeline direction, twelve heavy-duty maintenance robots quickly took position, their hydraulic clamps locking tight onto the pipeline interfaces, blue flame blasting from the thrusters on their backs as they began pushing the energy pipeline switchover.

【Sector a-2 pressure stable. Continue executing switchover procedure.】

The energy pipelines began rotating faster, and the energy barriers at the interfaces flashed with blinding arcs of electricity.

The maintenance robot swarm operated like precision gears, moving swiftly along the magnetic tracks on the pipeline surface, constantly adjusting the pipelines' angle and position.

【Class-B war mode preparing to activate. Energy output power about to increase to 1000%.】

The entire underground space began to tremble. Spiderweb-like blue patterns surfaced on the energy pipelines as energy surged through them under Class-B load operation.

Fine arcs of electricity flickered across the armor surfaces of the maintenance robots as they precisely executed every command the Star Net issued.

Tens of thousands of maintenance robots threw themselves into the work, with clear division of labor, carrying out the pipeline switchover in an orderly fashion.

During this process the mechanical arms rapidly swapped out the cooling modules of the new pipelines; the liquid nitrogen they sprayed kept vaporizing in the high heat, forming a white mist across the underground space.

【Switchover complete. Energy supply stable. Entering Class-B war mode.】

After the energy source replacement was complete, the underground space gradually returned to calm.

All engineering robots stood by at different positions.

And the blue light surging through the transparent energy conduits was several times brighter than before.

At this moment, in the room where the Star Net intelligence brain resided.

After entering B-class war mode, Star Net's computational efficiency received a massive boost.

More accurately, it unsealed a portion of its own computing power, no longer needing to worry about insufficient energy supply.

Beep!

After the crisp sound, livestream light screens projected at high frequency, rapidly filling the entire room.

Neural network patterns flowed across the surface of Star Net's suspended body, while dozens of slender transparent tentacles around it continuously split in the air, generating countless tendrils.

Each tendril's tip was a highly developed information processing unit, assisting it in handling information.

In an instant, every image in the room was compressed to the size of a fingernail, as new livestream light screen images continued to generate, once again filling the entire room.

During this process, the participating players' Star Vein configurations, Painful Painful Minghun grades, Body Tempering grades, as well as their equipped growth pets and embedded cultivation combat skills were all rapidly retrieved and recorded.

Star Net compiled this information into the "War Mode" database it had previously created.

Simulated grouping then commenced.

Star Net's grouping did not use guilds as units; it treated all players as independent individuals.

First, considering a series of possibilities of being countered by the Earth-Nie Overlord, it chose a mixed-formation approach.

That is, tank players, magic-system damage dealers, functional support, melee players, ranged marksmen, assassin players, and various other player types could exist within the same group.

One second later, the simulation test ended.

Star Net abandoned the idea of mixing players of different roles together.

Doing so would severely impact command efficiency.

Simulation data proved that only groups with distinctive role positioning could better bring out synergy, so the second and third rounds of simulated grouping commenced.

Before long, dense golden bullet comments flashed rapidly across different players' livestream rooms.

The Divine King, having received the notification, opened permissions for the sub-group managers to reorganize the sub-groups within the war legion; players who received the bullet comments applied to different sub-groups according to the prompts.

Next came the coordination of combat formations.

Referencing past engagement records with the Earth-Nie Evil Spirit, as well as the Earth-Nie Evil Spirit's command habits, simulated arrangements were conducted.

Before long, Star Net derived a combat formation grouping plan.

Subsequently, Star Net issued assembly orders directly to all players in the form of coordinate points.

The frontmost line of the combat formation was composed of cannon-fodder players.

The first row, a steel-wall formation composed of monster-stream and tank-stream players interwoven, spread out in an arc, responsible for withstanding frontal charges and creating an output environment for the rear ranks.

Among them, some tank-stream players were arranged in the third row, responsible for resisting any assassination tactics the Earth-Nie Overlord might deploy.

These tank players all had the Life-Link Painful Painful Minghun embedded; in case of emergencies, they could help damage-dealing players absorb damage.

The second row of the combat formation was composed of melee damage-dealing players, interwoven with some functional support-stream players.

The third row of the combat formation was composed of tank tanks, functional support, and ranged marksmen.

The rear sub-groups were all composed of magic-system players, tanks, and functional support mixed together, ensuring that magic-system damage dealers would not be focused-fired and destroyed by the Earth-Nie Overlord due to being overly clustered.

The flanks were handed over to assassin-stream players, waiting for the opportunity to cut into the Black Tide and harvest the battlefield.

Star Net divided the players in the war legion into two groups with identical combat formations, deployed on both flanks, leaving a passable gap in the middle for the flow of player forces.

This battle array was also meant to deal with possible third-party forces.

The gap left in the center was, in fact, also creating a space for the Earth-Nie Overlord to charge into the player battle array.

In past campaigns, the Earth-Nie Overlord had always adopted a defend-and-counter strategy.

It was always the players charging, the Calamity-type troops blocking, seeking opportunities to launch ranged area strikes.

This time, it was giving the Earth-Nie Overlord a chance.

Whether the Calamity-type troops forming the Black Tide's front line—an unbreakable wall—would swap out troops and seize the opportunity to launch a charge.

To seize a flaw, one must expose a flaw.

Orders were continuously sent in the form of bullet comments; the Feathered Race, under the bullet comment commands, flew into the high sky one after another, raising their hands to condense Scatter-Bow weapons.

When Star Net issued the advance order, the player army pushed forward in massive force toward the direction of the Black Tide.

Whenever the formation shifted even slightly along the way, Star Net would issue commands to individual players, having them adjust their positions to ensure the battle array remained orderly.

On the other side.

Through the Evil Eye's prompts, the Earth-Nie Overlord discovered that the player faction was gathering and approaching.

"Evil Eye, how many from the player faction have come?"

"359,232, and the number is still continuously growing."

The unprecedented scale this time made the Earth-Nie Evil Spirit realize that the players were getting serious this time.

"Interesting. Seems they really do care about that Meng Yuan Chu monster. Just don't know if the player faction's mysterious commander will show up."

Saying so, the Earth-Nie Evil Spirit's body rose into the air, connecting with the jet-black tentacle extended by the Evil Eye.

In an instant, the Black Tide spread out across the area converged toward the Xie Yan Gao Ta.

The direction of the Phantom Swamp.

The Insect Race Overmind's massive body resembled a towering Shanfeng, its enormous antennae waving in the air, receiving external pheromones.

Discovering the unusual movements of the player faction and the terrifying Black Tide, and realizing these two forces were about to clash, the Overmind unwilling to be left out let out a low roar, and instantly a psychic storm swept across the land.

In an instant, the ground collapsed, and dense insect holes sprang up like bamboo shoots after rain.

Green spores erupted wildly from the insect holes; soon, millions of ghostly-green light points filled the sky.

The Insect Race Overmind's psychic pulse wave then transformed into visible purple-black energy, spreading outward in a ring.

The blood-colored fungal carpet covering the surface received the command and spread toward the battlefield with the Main Brain as its center; countless hyphae danced, intertwining into incubation sacs that rapidly grew by absorbing energy provided by the Main Brain.

Before long, the translucent embryos exploded into "Sickle-Blade Arthropods" under the light of the Evil Moon.

The floating dark-green light points in the sky also hatched; Razor Mayflies gathered into a dark cloud, their wingbeats sounding like countless engines starting simultaneously, echoing across the heavens.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

From the Kong Dong on the Main Brain's spine, a rain of robes spewed forth continuously; upon hitting the ground, they hatched into Abyssal Spine Serpents, whose sharp fangs easily tore the earth and rapidly devoured matter to grow.

Under the frenzied gnawing, the crust subsided ten meters in a short time.

A mental pulse swept over again, and a sharp shriek rang out.

Countless Zerg warriors gathered into a blood-red river, rushing toward the clash point.

Squeezing against each other along the way, the clattering of carapaces colliding layered upon the Zerg warriors' shrieks, creating a scene of extreme uproar.

Viewed from high above, the Zerg tide swept like a tsunami.

The earth cracked beneath the Zerg warriors' feet, and the sky was obscured by their wings.

Wherever they went, not a blade of grass remained; only death and destruction.

The three forces finally converged at the Tian Yuan Domain Node in the Emperor's Tomb Mountain Range, forming a three-way standoff.

The Star Network, which had originally been organizing battle formations, was not surprised to find the Zerg participating; this was a high-probability event in the simulation.

In a war of hundreds of thousands, it would be strange if the Combat Zerg did not participate.

The Di Nian Evil Spirits did the same, having begun monitoring the moment the Zerg showed unusual activity.

Just then, a mental pulse swept across the battlefield.

All Zerg warriors suddenly raised their heads and let out sharp shrieks.

The sound was like a sharp sword slicing through the long sky, forming a surging wave of sound that roared across the earth, starting from the Zerg army.

Where the sound waves reached, the earth trembled, trees rustled, and even the thick clouds in the sky were shaken by this power, churning rapidly.

On the platform of the Tian Yuan Domain Node.

The Di Nian Evil Spirit stood suspended in the air with arms crossed.

After the Evil Eye read the shriek emitted by the Zerg, translation information appeared in its mind.

Realizing this was the Zerg Main Brain provoking them, in an instant, countless evil spirits fell like dumplings.

The black tide surged rapidly; countless fragmented whispers intertwined like millions of ants gnawing at the heart. The sound wave gradually rose, matching the Zerg's sharp shrieks, enveloping the entire world in these two terrifying sounds.

On the players' side, the God King issued an order at this moment:

"They're trying to intimidate us before the battle. Brothers, all shout together; we can't lose on morale."

Hearing the God King's command, the players sprang into action.

"Aaaaaah!"

"Ooooooh!"

"Woof woof woof, hee hee hee, nyah nyah nyah."

Compared to the unified tone of the Zerg and the black tide, the players' roars were incredibly chaotic, truly a dance of demons.

The Di Nian Bully, who was currently responding to the Zerg Main Brain's provocation, heard this and a look of helplessness appeared on his face.

The players' voices needed no translation; it was pure brain-dead behavior.

The Zerg's shrieks had a mental intimidation effect; the black tide's whispers and roars could corrode willpower; but the players were simply shouting loudly, meaninglessly competing with them on volume.

"So noisy."

The Di Nian Bully couldn't help but gather the black tide into a middle finger and display it toward the players' direction to show his contempt.

Just then, a mental pulse wave swept across the battlefield again.

The Zerg launched the first assault, transforming into two torrents that pounced on the players and the black tide respectively, officially opening the war.

The black tide immediately slapped down onto the earth, then split into two routes to pounce on the players and the Zerg.

The player army, which already had two battle formations set up, needed no adjustment; following the Star Network's command, they advanced in two directions to meet the Zerg army and the black tide army.

Boom!

The earth trembled as six disaster torrents collided on the battlefield.

The great battle was on the verge of erupting.

On the Zerg side, Spine Bugs in the rear shook their bodies; instantly, countless black steel needles rose into the sky and rained down densely toward the black tide and the players.

Countless golden bullet screens swept across the livestream room; the sky was instantly covered by connected light shields.

The steel needles hitting the light shields were like raindrops falling on a lake, forming countless expanding rings of light ripples.

The bullet screens swept again, and elemental spheres rose from the ground.

Support-style players instantly retracted the light shields; suddenly, the sky was lit up with brilliant five-colored light.

Among the Zerg army, the Steel-Winged Order rose into the sky, gathering in mid-air to form a sky barrier with their hard carapaces, resisting the bombardment of elemental meteors.

On the other side, the Di Nian Evil Spirit looked on at the densely falling elemental assault and Spine Bug steel needles, while the black mist tide cut through the air.

Facing the Zerg, the black tide directly covered the steel needles to devour them.

The rule elemental energy released by the players could not be devoured, so they instead generated the disaster-type unit "Giant Weaver" to directly absorb the damage.

In an instant, the surge-type unit "Doombringer" was rapidly generated.

A thunderstorm brewed overhead; the Di Nian Evil Spirit's lips curled upward, and intense battle intent appeared in his eyes.

On the main front line, the three factions' frontline warriors collided and continuously pressed toward the center, forming a three-way melee in the central area.

The battlefield was like a pot of boiling water; flesh and elements intertwined, energy clashed with acid, and roars and booms were deafening.

However, amidst this chaos, there existed three exceptionally calm command nodes.

The center of the Star Network.

A holographic projection screen flickered in the air.

Every player's movement, every trajectory of an attack released, including the movements of the Insect Race's great army and the Black Tide Legion in the live broadcast feed, were precisely captured and converted into data streams, flowing into the central processor.

Deduction content was generated every second.

Shuttle through the consciousness data stream; every command was conveyed with precision, slicing through the battle lines of the Insect Race and the Black Tide like a scalpel.

The will of the Earth-Perceiving Evil Spirit shrouded the battlefield, the perception provided by the Evil Eye extending like tentacles.

Gathering all information on the battlefield, seeing through every change on the battlefield; without needing ears, it could hear every heartbeat that sounded on the battlefield.

The enhanced Evil Eye brought every detail on the battlefield under its control.

On the side of the Insect Race Main Brain, a neural network covered the entire battlefield; every Insect Race warrior was its sense organ, every patch of fungal carpet was its antenna.

Without needing to think, it could instantly calculate the best offensive route.

It was the most extreme evil among the Three Great Calamities; all decisions had no delay or emotional hesitation, and it would decisively sacrifice individual units to exchange for overall victory.

The will of slaughter swept across the battlefield, condensing the power of the Insect Swarm into a torrent of destruction, attempting to tear apart every target blocking its advance.

The wills of the three commanders intertwined on the battlefield, like three invisible torrents of will colliding.

They could all extract useful information from the chaos and convert it into action.

The Star Net used data to predict the movements of the other two calamity-level forces.

The Earth-Perceiving Evil Spirit used perception and the strategy archive to find opportunities to seize weaknesses.

The Insect Race Main Brain coordinated the Insect Swarm's actions through the neural network, attempting to escalate the intensity of the battle.

The situation on the battlefield changed in the blink of an eye; players in the United Warband were completely unable to distinguish the situation and acted entirely following the Star Net's commands.

During this period, the three commanders remained calm.

Like an invisible game of chess, all three were grandmasters.

Every move was carefully calculated; every clash hid a deadly trap.

【259】 The Star Net, the Main Brain, and the Earth-Perceiving Evil Spirit, though they were different life forms.

The Star Web, the Overmind, and the Earth-Nie Evil Spirits are all different life forms.

But they all shared one identical characteristic.

Their thinking was comparable to a supercomputer operating with precision, capable of analyzing and integrating massive amounts of information in the blink of an eye.

Seeing order in chaos, grasping the rhythm from disorder, constantly attempting to firmly seize the initiative of the war in their own hands.

This level of contest had already surpassed the scope ordinary living beings could understand.

Viewing the battlefield as a torrent of information constantly generating data, all three commanders were extracting key information from the information torrent.

Even a single warrior from one side taking a small, unintentional step would be a tiny detail data point extracted in the game, which could accumulate and evolve into a winning chip.

At this moment, a consciousness quietly descended upon the Di Zhong Mountain Range region.

The one arriving was the Lord of Extreme Bliss, here to investigate regional intelligence.

Just a short while ago, a squad of potential Extreme Bliss players sent to the Di Zhong Mountain Range had all perished.

Realizing the intelligence was wrong, he chose to descend at this time.

But upon seeing the terrifying war scene of the Di Zhong Mountain Range, the expression of the Lord of Extreme Bliss sitting on the teleportation array instantly froze.

"My Lord, what is wrong?"

Noticing the Lord of Extreme Bliss's emotions fluctuating violently, Xie Yu standing nearby asked curiously.

"Immortals fighting."

The Lord of Extreme Bliss knew all three of these forces.

Two of them were peak-level forces in his eyes, destined to ascend to the world stage, and were also the two Dashan he considered the hardest to cross in the future.

But... what is going on with the Player Clan?

Although the intensity of the combat Insect Race and the terrifying Black Tide participating was not high, they were merely a drop of water in the vast war legions of the two forces.

But these are the combat Insect Race and the terrifying Black Tide!

On what basis does the Player Clan have?

But after preliminary observation, the Lord of Extreme Bliss's expression became extremely spectacular.

He discovered that the Evil Spirit commander of the terrifying Black Tide and the Main Brain of the combat Insect Race both seemed to view the Player Clan as a force capable of contending with them, responding to every action of the Player Clan during the confrontation.

What made him feel most incredulous was that the performance of the Player Clan members participating in the battle simply overturned his cognition.

His initial impression of the Player Clan came from a palace node, where intruding players launched endless destruction upon the palace, causing him to choose to close that spatial node.

But more understanding came from the Winter Snowfield region.

The Player Clan and his experimental legion were chickens pecking at each other, simply too incompetent to be believed, yet they displayed a war oppression never before seen in the Di Zhong Mountain Range.

In terms of controlling the war rhythm, they did not lose at all to the Evil Spirit warriors possessing super support, nor to the Insect Race Main Brain possessing the mental network command system.

The Lord of Extreme Bliss, becoming more and more shocked as he watched, was completely dumbfounded.

This was not the Player Clan he knew; they were simply ferocious beyond words.

If this group of Player Clan members were deployed to the Winter Snowfield region, the simulated Extreme Bliss Purple Tide and Extreme Bliss Insect Tide would not even have the qualification to resist, and would be wiped out completely in a short time.

After all, the ones opposing the Player Clan were the genuine two Great Calamities.

This made him realize that the Player Clan was far from as simple as he had imagined.

Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed so.

A race possessing the trait of fearing no death and being willing to die cannot be weak; otherwise, they would have gone extinct long ago.

"My Lord, what exactly is wrong?" Xie Yu asked again.

"Don't make noise."

At this moment, the three-way melee in the Di Zhong Mountain Range region saw the war rhythm accelerate faster and faster.

Insect screeching, player roaring, Black Tide bellowing.

This is the Di Zhong Mountain Range newbie village.

The battlefield with the highest combat power intensity in the current scene, in the players' eyes.

Many new players, experiencing the "Legendary Newbie Village Battle" for the first time, were left stunned; the epic scale of the war ignited their blood, planting a seed in their hearts to one day journey to the Newbie Village battlefield.

Amidst the roaring, all three sides displayed extreme pressure.

At the center of the main front lay the area where the three sides clashed most fiercely.

Tank-build players and melee players formed a surging torrent of steel, striding forward; every muscle on their bodies, wrapped in armor, tensed, releasing surging power as the muscles bulged.

A burly warrior, gripping a golden war axe with both hands, leaped high; his muscles instantly tightened like a fully drawn bow.

The war axe, wrapped in golden Qi and whistling wind, descended with the force of Mount Tai crushing down upon an incoming Insect Warrior.

The Insect Warrior, its entire body covered in hard carapace like a moving armored vehicle, fearlessly swung its thick forelimbs to meet the blow.

In the instant the war axe collided with the insect limb, blinding sparks erupted, and the massive impact force sent both flying apart.

Veins on the melee player's muscles stood out; the Insect Warrior let out a dull hiss, and deep cracks spread across the ground beneath its feet.

The two figures collided once more, engaging in an extreme clash of strength.

From the Hei Chao Xie Sui direction, five-meter-tall Calamity-class units engaged Stone Statue-form players in fist-to-flesh brawls.

Stone Statue-build players continuously absorbed power; the progress bar for accumulating the Painful Painful Minghun trait grew rapidly.

When the accumulated power reached its limit, the Stone Statue-build player roared, slamming into the Calamity-class unit; the stored trait power exploded instantly, blasting the enemy back over ten meters and plowing a trench into the ground.

On the Insect and Hei Chao Xie Sui side.

The Insect Warrior Hu Hu Gangya clashed with the Hei Chao Xie Sui Doomsday-class unit Saber-Toothed Demon.

The two entangled, claws and saber teeth tearing through flesh and carapace.

Hu Hu Gangya's sharp claws dug deep into the Saber-Toothed Demon's bone armor, while the demon's saber teeth pierced Hu Hu Gangya's carapace, reaching deep into the flesh; green blood and black bodily fluids mixed and flowed.

The surface of the saber-toothed weapon shimmered with flowing light, beginning to devour Hu Hu Gangya's flesh.

Hu Hu Gangya rapidly collected the pheromones of the flesh-devouring Saber-Toothed Demon; the Overmind in the rear began adaptive modifications for subsequent units.

Under the will of command, the individual combat power of the three sides clashed continuously.

Zooming the local perspective out to the global view.

The Evil Moon hung high, its moonlight dyeing the entire battlefield a dark red.

The cracked earth, like the fangs of a vicious beast, bore no resemblance to its original form.

From the direction of the battlefield, an endless Insect army was performing the ultimate art of slaughter.

In the sky, countless Razor Mayflies formed a death spiral, their wing-blades overlapping and spinning, shredding the Hei Chao Xie Sui they passed into fragments before colliding with the aerial forces gathered by the Sky-Feather Clan players.

Behind the Insect army, tens of thousands of Steel-Spine Spiker Beetles arched their carapaces; high-pressure acid sprayed from the Kong Dong in their split spines, exploding into emerald poison clouds above the battlefield, then falling as sulfuric acid rain that corroded the walls built by the Calamity-class units into honeycomb-like Kong Dong.

From the Hei Chao Xie Sui direction, surging black mist condensed in the air into a dark canopy blocking out the sky.

Evil Spirit warriors constantly spawned, pouring endlessly into the central battlefield.

Three plague beasts cast from bones appeared immediately behind, vomiting plague mist; upon contact with the Insect acid rain, they neutralized each other, emitting a "hiss" sound.

The player army split into two torrents, charging toward the Hei Chao Xie Sui and the Insect army respectively.

Just as the light-shield defense line was about to be torn apart by the Insect Warriors, the melee players, poised to strike, released their Gang Qi, gathering into a crimson ocean.

Players in the rear continuously activated the Blood-Burn trait, buffing the players about to charge.

Instantly, the melee players' muscles swelled like an imminent volcano, every muscle surging with power.

Veins bulged on their necks as blood and Qi churned violently within their bodies.

Their collective beating hearts sounded like war drums beating incessantly; the dense rhythm suppressed the sharp hisses of the Insect Warriors for a short time.

The instant the light-shield defense wall was torn apart, the melee players began their charge.

The ground trembled violently beneath their feet, as if trying to stomp the entire battlefield to pieces.

Like a herd of raging wild bulls, the melee players, carrying an unstoppable momentum, became two torrents of steel, fearlessly charging toward the Evil Spirits and Insect Warriors.

Attempting to crush both battle lines.

The blood spraying from the collision had not yet hit the ground before it was evaporated by their high-temperature bodies into a scarlet blood mist that drifted away.

Relying on the Blood-Burn trait and speed buffs, the melee players pushed the two opposing lines back briefly before exhausting their strength.

But they had successfully stretched the battle lines.

The Star-Net's command was issued at this moment; they suddenly turned, activating Star-Shift toward designated targets.

Domain-build players arrived; elemental domains expanded from them as the center, and elemental bombardment instantly swept through all life within the domain.

Once this round of explosions ended, the Tank-build players in the second line stepped forward again.

The ferocity of the war escalated continuously; the sounds of clashing muscles, weapons striking, and mad roars intertwined.

The central area became a life meat grinder, with lives extinguished every second.

Warriors from all three sides feared no death; none retreated, and none fled.

They fought with all their might throughout, engaging in high-intensity collisions.

The Lord of Extreme Joy, observing secretly, was completely stunned by this scene.

Having studied countless races, he knew that the scale and intensity of the three-way battle in the Di-Zhu Mountain Range region were not particularly high, yet all three factions had pushed their forces to the absolute limit.

He attempted to cut into one faction, following the rhythm of command to simulate the battle.

But as time passed, the speed at which his brain processed information gradually failed to keep up.

This was the case no matter which side he switched to.

He had once commanded over a hundred million of his own kind in war, yet he could never achieve the level of detail control over the battlefield seen in the visual feed of the three factions.

The feeling he got was that these three factions seemed to be simulating and calculating even the movements of individual warriors.

The supreme commander in his eyes focused primarily on macro-decisions.

But the behind-the-scenes commanders of these three factions, while controlling the macro situation, were frantically picking apart details, accumulating advantages bit by bit through those details.

Until the advantages gained through the accumulation of details completely crushed the other two factions.

It even gave him an illusion.

After one side issued a combat order, the other two commanders had already begun simulating countless extensions of that move and laid out countermeasures in advance.

Amid the melee, the intensity never dropped.

Within seconds, multiple tactical shifts occurred, and all three sides adjusted accordingly.

Many orders were delayed by several minutes; only when the specific outcome unfolded did the Lord of Bliss finally grasp the purpose of that move issued minutes earlier.

This was no longer a mere contest of strength, but a battle of wits between the three commanders.

He had no doubt that if forces of equal combat power were placed on this battlefield, they would be instantly melted by these three terrifying factions.

A war of this scale was simply absurd.

None of the three sides were particularly strong, yet each was absurdly powerful.

The terrifying Black Tide and the combat Bug Race involved were also acting strangely.

He had observed command-level units of the Black Tide and the Bug Race with comparable combat power, and they simply did not exhibit this level of detailed command.

"Do these three factions have a serious problem? Is this how you wage war over a small region!"

At that moment, the self-esteem of a demigod-level powerhouse hiding in an independent space quietly shattered.

(End of this chapter)