Chapter 247: Enemy Commander, Backstabbing His Countrymen

The Primordial Altar.

Qi Sheng's consciousness swept across the Lingxi World.

In the initial contact phase of the invasion war, the players' combat power displayed a one-sided crushing dominance.

But during the invasion, a small accident occurred.

One player was swept into a spatial backflow during teleportation, but by great fortune, did not die.

Only the link between consciousness and body was damaged within the spatial backflow.

The connection remained, but a gap appeared at the memory layer.

This state would not cause any effect.

But the interesting thing was that this player, in the end, still managed to successfully descend into the Lingxi World.

Only the teleportation point went awry, sending him near the garrison of the Super Beast Legion, where he fell in an airborne drop and smashed a huge crater into the ground.

After waking up, he was completely baffled.

In the end, he was captured by warriors of the nearby Super Beast Legion.

Under normal circumstances, the Lingxi race would not hesitate to kill any foreign race on sight.

But the Super Beast Legion still followed tradition and conducted a physical examination on the player.

This examination changed the ending that should have been the player's execution.

The player's pure body was, in the eyes of the Lingxi warriors, the most precious template for memory-sac transplantation.

This gave the player the chance to keep on living.

Even more coincidentally, the Blood King of the Blood Pool Super Beast Legion had already reached the stage of natural end of life.

This player, without surprise, with the purest body, became the chosen recipient for the memory-sac transplant.

Successfully interfacing with the Blood King's memory sac.

This should have been an unusual body-snatching, but with the Challenger System's protection, there was simply no possibility of the player being modified at the consciousness level.

And so an absurd scene unfolded.

The Blood King's body-snatching failed, but everything belonging to the Blood King was given to the player.

Including the Blood King's memories, memory-sac nervous system, and reproductive function.

But the player was still in a state of lost memory, and after taking on the Blood King's memories, believed himself to be the Blood King reborn.

In fact, the player's condition only needed to return to Emperor Tomb Village to be perfectly repaired.

It was just like how the Grinder Squad transplanted talent organs within the Reverse Tide Legion.

The transplanted talent organs would function normally within the player's body; only after the player's death would all non-player-system external forces be erased.

At the time, the Grinder Squad had indeed earned considerable Shou Shou Jili income through this very method.

This point can also be referenced by the injuries players sustain in combat.

If a player's body becomes mangled in combat, this state will persist unless treated with items from Shangcheng.

But as long as the player dies completely, they will be broken down by the extradimensional extraction force, and gain a perfect rebirth within Emperor Tomb Village through Flesh and Blood Weight reconstruction.

Including negative emotions, negative memories, and so on — everything would be purified.

The player's original memories would not be affected in any way.

This player's current state can be understood as severe injury, with the link between body and consciousness thrown into disorder within the spatial backflow.

Having not yet returned to Emperor Tomb Village, he remained in a state of amnesia.

The player at this moment was like a blank sheet of paper.

The Blood King's memories gave the originally memory-blank player a sense of self.

Therefore, this player now firmly believes that he is the Blood King.

Including the war-priests by the Blood King's side, they all believe this player to be the Blood King reborn.

The current situation is that our side's player, through an accident, has successfully infiltrated the enemy's upper echelons.

Becoming one of the eight Wang Zuo at the very pinnacle of the Lingxi World's Jin Zita: the Blood King.

This is also why, when the player killed the defector, the Challenger prompt sounded in his mind.

In essence, he is not the Blood King — whether body or consciousness, he is a player.

But the memories he is temporarily using are the Blood King's.

Qi Sheng's gaze looked down upon the earth, as the vast Blood Pool Super Beast Legion swept forward.

It can be confirmed that the player who believes himself to be the Blood King is about to lead the Blood Pool Super Beast Legion to strike hard at his fellow countrymen.

……

Cuixi City.

A once-prosperous city, now reduced to bleak ruins.

The slanting sun cast down, but what was reflected on the ground were the broken shadows of buildings.

Viewed from high above, the entire city was a scene of devastation, with certain areas still burning fiercely.

Most of the Gao Ta along the streets had been violently torn apart, walls riddled with holes, building debris scattered across the ground.

The rubble of collapsed buildings piled up like mountains, blocking the once-bustling roads.

The transport creatures of old, resembling giant flying insects and driven by bio-energy, now lay toppled haphazardly along the roadside.

Their wings, thin as cicada's wings, had shattered into countless fragments; their originally gleaming compound eyes had all grown dim and lifeless.

The entire city was shrouded in an oppressive gloom, and the occasional cawing of crows from the sky only added to the desolation.

The players within the city were still digging three feet deep.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out on the regional voice channel:

"Brothers, there's an airdrop to the south — get ready to eat."

Hearing the announcement, players rose into the air one after another and gazed toward the south of the city.

At the end of their line of sight, the earth was trembling faintly.

Soon, a blood-colored tide tore open the boundary between heaven and earth on the horizon.

It was a destructive torrent formed by a million super-beast warriors, each one a killing machine weighing dozens of tons.

The hurricanes kicked up as they ran uprooted ancient trees along the way, and the thunderous roar of flesh-armor colliding made the whole world tremble.

Realizing the Lingxi Tribe's war power was about to enter the field, the players' eyes held no fear — they all looked extremely excited.

"Brothers, out of the city to meet them — the resource packs are here."

"Hahaha, so happy. I was just thinking about which direction to scavenge resources next, and I didn't expect the resources would sprout legs and come to me."

"Brothers from Wu Li De Fa, follow me out of the city to place magic towers — my wallet is already starving."

Spotting the super-beast legion, players adjusted their direction one after another, gathering outside the city's south, ready to welcome the war.

Through the regional voice channel, players in other cities learned there was a battle here, and they all set out, hurrying toward this place.

The blood-colored tide at the end of their line of sight gradually grew clearer.

Charging at the very front was the super-beast legion's Destroyer formation.

It was an assault line composed of six-legged giant beasts; every toe-claw of the giant beasts was incomparably sharp, and each time they struck the ground at a run they left sunken clawprints in the rock.

At their shoulder blades, protruding bio-cannons were accumulating charge, their pale-blue light flickering rapidly.

Just then, dense black specks suddenly appeared at the far end of the horizon.

A sky-blotting swarm of Wing Calamity swept across the battlefield, and flying-type super-beasts with wingspans exceeding twenty meters began to accelerate.

On both flanks of the blood-colored tide, the ground bulged into giant mounds, and earth-devouring beasts burst from the soil.

These war units, shaped like abyssal worms, were over fifteen meters long, their maws ringed with sharp teeth spinning rapidly like precision instruments.

At the very center of this blood-colored tide, an End Beast moved forward majestically like a traveling mountain.

Wherever it passed, the ground caved in and left footprints, and the super-beasts on either side bowed their heads and gave way.

When the missile nest on its back unfolded, several hundred bio-missiles were revealed.

At this moment, the earth wailed beneath the charge of this legion.

This was one of the Lingxi Tribe's most elite war legions.

Having been tempered by the cross-world flames of war through long ages, countless races were slaughtered by this legion and reduced to a line of written record in the Lingxi Tribe's history books.

This legion needed no tactics, no formations — it believed that pure violent flood was the most perfect art of war.

On the players' side, they too quickly organized their strength.

A war mode opened with monster-style players as the front line.

Gazing toward the Blood Pool Legion, the monster-style players at the very front threw their heads back and roared one after another, displaying a domineering aura that looked down on all beneath heaven.

Then they raised an assault tide together with the tank-style players.

War was about to erupt.

The blood-colored tide and the players' tide crashed together at the center with a thunderous boom, and a visible shockwave burst out in the air, sweeping in all directions.

The leading Black Armor Serpent, Rending Giant Lizard, and Roaring Giant Beast were like stabilizing needles in a towering tide, breaking through the super-beast legion's battle line with an irresistible force.

A leading Rending Giant Lizard displayed a matchless power.

Its green scales refracted a cold sheen in the sunlight; it paid no heed to the super-beasts lunging at it, charging straight ahead like a bulldozer.

Every lash of its tail sent several super-beasts flying.

The player standing atop the green lizard's head activated Eagle-Head Demon perception, and countless rapidly spinning, swelling lightning balls generated around them.

In the blink of a thought, the precise guided strikes locked on by the Eagle-Head Demon wove through the air.

Dense electric light followed the Rending Giant Lizard's frenzied charge forward, and rows of super-beasts fell.

Just then, the sky suddenly darkened.

The Wing Calamity swarm descended, their bellies splitting open to reveal launch cavities, and tens of thousands of bone needles poured down.

Under free-war mode there was no player commander, but support-style players still instinctively and decisively released their light-shield traits toward the sky.

The light curtains linked together, forming a solid defense in localized areas.

The bone spikes struck them, stirring up spreading ripples of energy, but they simply could not break through this layer of defense.

But there were still some mage-style players outside the defense range, pierced through instantly by the bone spikes, and they left the small-world instance before they had even enjoyed themselves.

These were basically mages specced for maximum output, with frail bodies, utterly unable to withstand the dense strike damage of the bone spikes.

Then the ground behind the player army bulged with thousands of mounds, and massive earth-devouring worms burst from the soil, sweeping through nearby players like tunnel-boring machines.

In one corner of the battlefield, a player squad noticed a mound rising beside them, and the captain decisively roared over squad voice:

"Something's down there — Doggo, you're up."

The melee player called Doggo was enveloped in gang qi all around his body.

Hearing the captain's order, he decisively approached the mound, and the instant the earth-devouring worm, over ten meters long, burst from the ground, he suddenly raised his hand and unleashed Bloodsoul Pull.

A rope condensed from qi and blood firmly locked around the earth-devouring worm's neck; then, gripping the qi-blood rope with both arms, he suddenly exerted force and forcibly hauled the earth-devouring worm up from the ground ahead of time.

"Get lost!"

After a thunderous shout, the earth-devouring worm hung in the air and, under the player's brute force, was slammed heavily onto the ground.

The melee player suddenly leaped up, once again wrenching the earth-devouring worm off the ground; twisting his body mid-air to generate force, he delivered an over-the-shoulder-style explosive slam that smashed the earth-devouring worm back into the ground.

The mage-style player in the squad locked onto the earth-devouring worm in turn, and a psychic shockwave invaded in an instant.

After the earth-devouring worm let out a brief wail and suddenly went still, the Challenger prompt sounded in the squad players' minds.

In the initial clash, the players held an absolute advantage in individual combat power.

But the gap in numbers was no small matter — combat losses had already begun to appear.

On the direction of the main battle line, the End Beast under the Blood King's control moved as if through no-man's-land, possessing the power to crush nearby players.

At this moment, three black-armored serpents over ten meters long lunged straight at the End Beast.

Facing the frontal assault, the End Beast's six pairs of compound eyes lit up at once, and both fists drew back to its waist and belly.

Its foreleg stomped down heavily, and the ground cracked like a spider's web.

As it gathered strength, the End Beast's tendons coiled taut like steel cables, emitting a teeth-grinding sound of fascia scraping.

Its fist shot out abruptly.

The first punch slammed onto the skull of the leading black-armored giant serpent; the instant its horn-like fist ridge collided with the black scales, the serpent's head burst open under the End Beast's heavy fist like an overripe fruit.

Shattered bone and brain tissue sprayed out, sticking to the barbs on the End Beast's fist ridge.

The splattered flesh, blood, scales, and other matter suddenly transformed into black mist and dispersed.

Pfft!

The second punch pierced through the throat of the second black-armored giant serpent, its forearm covered in spiral bone spikes plunging into the serpent's body cavity.

When it withdrew its arm, it dragged out a spine over ten meters long, whipping the entire serpent's innards into a rain of shredded meat.

The serpent's tail, not yet fully dead, still thrashed wildly among the rock strata, sending three shield-bearing figures that were charging in flying.

The third black-armored giant serpent opened its bloody maw, trying to gnaw at the leg armor with its sharp fangs.

The leg muscles of the End Beast under Blood King's control suddenly swelled, and the black blood vessels on its thighs bulged like tree roots.

It abruptly raised its left foot and stomped down heavily, and the middle section of the serpent's body instantly exploded into two pieces.

From behind, a white giant bear lunged and bit at it, and the End Beast's back suddenly split open.

Twelve dark-red tentacles burst through the skin, each tentacle's surface covered with constantly opening and closing suckers, inside which were calcified teeth.

The instant the tentacles wrapped around the giant bear, the digestive fluid secreted by the suckers immediately corroded through its fur.

Crack!

The sound of shattering bone rang across the battlefield.

As six of the tentacles coiled around the bear's body and constricted, dozens of blood jets erupted beneath the white fur.

The tips of the other six tentacles split open, revealing cavities teeming with fleshy granulation inside, draining the struggling giant bear into a shriveled husk like sucking juice from a fruit.

With a casual toss, he flung the giant bear aside.

When the bear's corpse hit the ground, it crumbled into powder like weathered plaster, then transformed into black mist and dispersed.

But what puzzled Blood King was that the portion of blood drawn into the End Beast's body had also dispersed along with it.

The battle was still ongoing; he didn't think much of it and threw himself wholeheartedly into the fight.

Under his control, the End Beast's chest plate heaved violently, and twelve pairs of gill-like air vents suddenly split open on its ribs, spraying out a blood mist mixed with bone fragments.

Wherever the blood mist reached, two white giant beasts attempting to approach suddenly stiffened, their body surfaces corroded into honeycomb-like holes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Its right fist clenched abruptly, bone spikes jutting out.

Its mountain-like massive body swept across the front like a whirlwind.

Two white giant bears had their heads cleaved off simultaneously, then finally transformed into black mist and dispersed.

Just then, several streaks of ink-colored flame flew in from afar.

The End Beast suddenly opened its mouth wide, its head tilted back, and the blood light accumulated in its mouth abruptly spewed forth.

To his surprise, three ink-flame fireballs actually broke through the blood-colored dissolving liquid he had spewed and landed on its body.

But this didn't cause much damage. Blood King's gaze suddenly turned toward a figure not far away shrouded in ink-colored flame, and his six compound eyes flickered with blood light.

Kill!

Countless battle memories surged up in his mind. The End Beast under Blood King's control became a battlefield death god, and no player in its path could withstand even a single exchange.

Unlike the one-sided slaughter when the players had just entered the field.

This time, the players encountered the Lingxi Tribe's cross-border war legion.

Among them were combat powers that surpassed the players' Painful Painful Minghun levels, and the End Beast under Blood King's control possessed combat power over a hundred levels.

It was simply not something ordinary players could contend with.

But during the battle, the doubt in Blood King's heart deepened.

He discovered a strange thing: when killing the invading forces, the strange voice in his mind did not appear.

Last time, when he killed a same-race defector, a strange voice had sounded in his mind.

After that voice, he noticed that his body seemed to have undergone some changes, but he could not specifically analyze what exactly this change was.

This made him realize that this new body was very special.

First was compatibility.

Normally, when a memory sac fused with a new body, there had to be an adaptation process.

If compatibility was poor, surgical modification would even be required to adjust local compatibility.

This was also why their Lingxi Tribe chose to capture pure bodies — the purer the body, the lower the probability of compatibility issues.

The body he was currently using had no compatibility issues whatsoever with the memory sac.

It even gave him an illusion that this was originally supposed to be his body — otherwise, how could it be so coordinated.

Secondly, he discovered that he seemed to have mastered some extraordinary abilities.

The way these abilities were used did not exist in the form of memories, but were branded into his mind like breathing instincts.

Just now, when the giant bear attacked from behind, it brought a gust of wind.

The instinct in his mind was triggered, as if he had rehearsed it countless times, like muscle memory, activating a long-sealed switch in his mind.

After the switch activated, a strange ripple suddenly rose from deep within his consciousness.

A latent powerful instinct suddenly awakened, like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting. He found his line of sight spreading outward in all directions like a tide.

Everything nearby suddenly became clear.

This extension of vision was not done with the eyes; it was more like a perception image mapped in his mind.

He saw the trajectory of the giant bear pouncing from behind, every single white hair standing up rendered in perfect detail, even the blood droplets congealing at the tips of its fur.

Including the contraction of muscles and the stretching of tendons when exerting force, all played out in his mind like slow motion with crystalline clarity.

Even more wondrous, he could not only sense the giant bear's presence, but also every life fluctuation within a radius of several hundred meters.

The bloody slaughter between the Super Beast Legion and the invading forces, the dying struggles of mortally wounded warriors... even the earth-devouring worms deep underground, all transformed into distinct light points under his perception, flickering across the perception map.

This made the Blood King think of a technique mentioned by the clan's scholars when researching brain development.

When spiritual consciousness is developed to its utmost, one can discard the eyes and use perception to observe the world.

He was in exactly this state now—every drifting dust mote in the air, every flying droplet of blood, all left clear trajectories within his perception.

Every instant was infinitely subdivided within his mind.

This was also the main reason he could release tendrils from his body without turning his head, precisely entangling the giant bear sneaking up from behind and easily strangling it to death.

When the tendrils wrapped around the giant bear, he could even sense the flow paths of energy within its body.

This made the Blood King realize he had picked up a treasure.

The potential of this body was beyond imagination.

The perception perspective activated once more, and the Blood King—who had become the battlefield's god of death—manipulated the Apocalypse Beast to advance into the city with overwhelming force, leading the Super Beast Legion.

Ahead, three green giant lizards were attempting to form a defensive line against him.

The Apocalypse Beast moved.

Its right foot slammed the ground violently, its body leaning forward with the momentum of a mountain pressing down,

And with just one step forward, the ground collapsed with a thunderous boom.

The muscles of its right arm swelled at this moment, blue-black fascia like tightened steel cables, five earth-yellow claws tearing through the air with a piercing shriek.

Sssk!

The first giant lizard's skull burst open like a rotten watermelon.

The claws pierced through its cranium, momentum undiminished, swinging its ten-plus-meter-long body like a whip to lash at the second giant lizard.

The instant the two giant beasts collided, the muffled crunch of shattering bone was accompanied by the wet splatter of exploding flesh, scattering across the ground.

The third giant lizard coated its entire body in a layer of green light, opened its mouth and bit down on his left calf, the ruptured flesh sizzling.

As if some corrosive force was continuously spreading.

But the Blood King felt no pain. Under his control, the Apocalypse Beast's left claw reached out, five fingers like five flesh-and-blood spears, piercing into the giant lizard's lower jaw and through its brainstem.

Then it picked up this dying giant lizard and hurled it away like garbage, smashing down a swath of things.

The muscles at the injured area writhed, and new tissue covered the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What puzzled him was that even after the damaged wound had healed, it would continue to tear open.

Yet he perceived no presence of any corrosive force.

This process lasted over ten seconds before dissipating, and the wound fully recovered.

Without thinking further, the Blood King raised his head, his gaze sweeping toward the dense forest of Gao Ta ahead that continuously released elemental energy.

His feet suddenly exerted force, and the tissue on his back automatically split and restructured, generating a pair of flesh-and-blood wings.

The spirit-runes on the wings lit up, and they beat violently.

With just one flap, violent qi and blood energy surged forth, carrying the Apocalypse Beast shooting skyward.

Arriving at the region where elemental Gao Ta stood dense as a forest, the Apocalypse Beast's wings folded together, transforming into a massive flesh-and-blood blade, carrying it as it dove down from several hundred meters in the air.

Boom!

The instant it landed, the ground within a kilometer shattered like fragile glass, the shockwave exploding outward in a ring, snapping the nearest eight elemental Gao Ta clean in half.

Wild chaotic streams of magical force erupted from the broken tower sections, but the moment they touched the Apocalypse Beast's surface, they were fully blocked by the flowing flesh-and-blood armor.

At this moment, an elemental magic tower nearby lit up at its peak.

The Apocalypse Beast's left arm had already transformed into a bone blade dozens of meters long, its edge oscillating at high frequency, sweeping sideways in a slash.

There was no sound at all.

The Gao Ta was sliced diagonally into two sections, the upper half sliding down before crumbling apart.

The Apocalypse Beast's assault did not stop—its massive body arrived before a magic tower in an instant, and before the elemental energy could bloom, it was swallowed whole by the Apocalypse Beast.

The roar of elements came from deep within its throat, the armor on the Apocalypse Beast's back suddenly unfolded, its wings trembling toward the sky, neutralizing this force.

At this moment, a Gao Ta of ice-blue frost throughout suddenly blazed with dazzling light, and an extreme-cold ray shot from its peak.

The Apocalypse Beast neither dodged nor evaded, its chest emitting the thunderous roar of qi and blood.

The sound of a war-drum-like heartbeat echoed across the battlefield, and the flesh-and-blood armor on its surface churned like boiling water.

The extreme-cold ray shot forth, striking the Apocalypse Beast's surface and coating it with a layer of frost.

But in the next second it was melted away by the roaring qi and blood.

Roar!

The Apocalypse Beast opened its mouth and bellowed, and a terrifying qi-and-blood cannon shell instantly blasted the frost elemental magic tower to pieces.

The dense forest of magic towers built by the faction players was utterly destroyed by the Apocalypse Beast in a short time.

The Apocalypse Beast's target also locked on at this moment—the figures of players still attempting to build magic towers not far away.

The Blood King inside the body revealed a savage grin.

The wings on its back unfurled once more—this time not for flight—thousands of feathers shedding simultaneously, reorganizing in midair into a massive yellow spear.

It hurled it violently.

As the giant spear flew, the air was torn apart with a sharp hiss.

Boom!

The position where dozens of grouped magic-class players stood was instantly bombarded, a massive crater appearing on the ground.

Having successfully eliminated the target group, the Apocalypse Beast raised its right hand and clenched its fist violently.

The next second, the feather fragments scattered at the explosion's center suddenly trembled, igniting with blinding blood-red light.

As if drawn by an invisible force, they converged from all directions.

Countless crimson streams of light tore through the sky, like a reverse-flowing meteor shower of blood, creating a scene of unparalleled grandeur.

When all the fragments returned to the back of the Terminus Beast, they rapidly reassembled.

The entire process took no more than three seconds, and a pair of even more grotesque flesh-and-blood wings unfolded once more.

The newly formed wings were thicker than before, with dozens of sharp bone spikes extending from their edges, while blood-red ripples pulsed across the wing membranes.

The Terminus Beast suddenly flapped its wings.

Boom!

Violent air currents kicked up dust as the Terminus Beast suddenly ascended into the sky.

Upon reaching a certain altitude, the Terminus Beast hovered in mid-air, its six pairs of compound eyes scanning the battlefield coldly, searching for the core combat power among the invading forces.

Then, its form transformed into a streak of earth-yellow light, smashing down once more onto a corner of the battlefield.

Upon impact, the Blood King, along with several near-death clan members nearby, was crushed to pieces.

Just as the Blood King prepared to continue his actions, a prompt echoed once more in his mind.

【Challenger Prompt: Kill a Lingxi Warrior (Super Beast Armored), obtain Shou Shou Jili reward...】

Accompanying the prompt, a certain force permeated his body.

His body seemed to be bolstered by some power, leaving him feeling utterly comfortable throughout.

This naturally caused the Blood King to freeze in place.

The voice in his mind appeared once again!

It seemed this voice only appeared when killing fellow clan warriors.

An ability inherent to the new body?

This was obviously abnormal.

When the War Priest transplanted the new body for him, he had thoroughly inspected the specific conditions of the new body.

According to the War Priest's description, aside from possessing a respiratory organ composed of special elements (a cultivation combat technique organ), every other component of the body was incredibly pure, containing no power whatsoever.

So, where exactly was the problem?

The most bizarre aspect of this body was that the source of the ability's release could not be found.

The release of any ability requires a process of accumulation, such as the respiratory organ drawing in external elements.

Then, through bloodlines or a mental network, they are transported and outlined, with the final step being the release.

But when he released the ability inherent to this body, none of the organs within his body reacted in any way.

It was as if once the thought arose, the ability activated immediately.

Thus, it could be confirmed that the body's organs and the release of the ability had no connection whatsoever.

Then, from where was the ability released?

This led the Blood King to consider a possibility, yet this possibility struck him as utterly absurd.

In his eyes, there was only one thing capable of defying laws: the Rules.

During the long years of cross-realm warfare, he had heard countless times of Rule-type abilities; this was a power only super-powerful races were qualified to master.

Mastering the Rules meant possessing the power to defy the laws governing the world's operation.

However, how to create Rules, the Lingxi Clan had explored to this day without any clue.

The only thing they had created were King Beasts with pseudo-Rule characteristics.

The Terminus Beast he currently controlled was precisely one of them.

Within every King Beast, abilities derived from partial Rules, which scholars of the clan had painstakingly stripped from the world's operation, were fused.

This portion of power granted the Terminus Beast the ability to devour and collect target gene fragments, thereby obtaining even greater strength.

But this portion of power could not truly be counted as a Rule ability.

He could not imagine that this body might actually harbor Rule power.

But where exactly the Rules were hidden, he was also unclear.

The War Priest had already inspected the inside and outside of the body; aside from the respiratory organ, there was nothing special.

But now was not the time to ponder these things.

After a brief moment of thought, the Blood King controlled the Terminus Beast to throw itself back into the battle.

In a crushing posture, he killed all invaders encountered along the way.

At this moment, the regional chat channel had already erupted into heated discussion.

Many players, having been killed by the Terminus Beast, were instantly stunned.

Upon hearing the Challenger Prompt, they thought they had misheard, or that they had been accidentally injured by their own brothers.

It appeared they were killed by the Terminus Beast, but in reality, before dying, they had been struck by a "Power of the Homeland" from an unknown source, resulting in the phenomenon where their eyes saw them killed by a native of the small world, but they were actually killed by a player.

But friendly fire on the battlefield was entirely understandable.

The game had no teammate exemption mechanism; many players started as newbies, and most had experienced cases of friendly fire.

Players also held a tolerant attitude towards such friendly fire.

But this hypothesis could not withstand verification.

Many player squads had their own chat groups.

After comparing, they discovered that the content displayed in the combat logs was identical, all stating:

【Combat Record: You were killed by player "Xiao Xiao Fa", entering a one-hour resurrection cooldown.】

The topic began with a player in the death cooldown state posting a screenshot in the group chat, stating their bad luck at being accidentally killed by their own brother.

Then a second player jumped in: Damn, I was also killed by this guy (posting a screenshot).

Soon, more players in the team emerged to join the discussion.

This proved that a player was running around the battlefield, killing fellow villagers.

With doubts in mind, they relayed the news to their companions still fighting in the small world.

Before long, a screenshot analyzing the End Beast began circulating in the regional chat channel.

The display proved that the commander of the Super Beast Legion who controlled the End Beast was none other than their fellow villager.

This made many players realize that some lucky bastard had triggered a hidden quest in Fu Ben Shi Jie and infiltrated the enemy camp.

Upon learning the truth, quite a few players burst out cursing.

Especially those killed by "Xiao Xiao Fa" — they all said this debt would be settled once he returned to the village.

Players could tolerate being killed by natives of another world.

After all, when your skill is inferior, there's nothing to complain about.

As a player, who hasn't been killed by a monster at some point?

They could also tolerate being killed by accidental friendly fire — that's an understandable mistake.

But they could not tolerate a backstab from a fellow villager.

Facing the unmatched End Beast, a Petrification-build player deliberately closed in.

What greeted him was a heavy punch from the End Beast.

Activating petrification to tank the hit head-on, the Petrification-build player's health bar instantly bottomed out, and at that moment he roared:

"Bro, are you crazy? Even for a hidden quest, you don't play it like this — do you still want to hang around the village afterward?"

Blood King heard this line.

Every word was understandable, but strung together, the meaning was incomprehensible.

He paid no heed to the Petrification-build player's roar, waved his hand to assemble a bone blade, and slammed it down hard.

"You bastard, wait for me back in the village."

The bone blade fell unimpeded, smashing the Petrification-build player into the ground, where he dissolved into black smoke.

After securing the kill, Blood King turned around and charged out again.

The amnesiac player clearly never imagined that the number of his enemies was rapidly multiplying with every slaughter he carried out in high spirits.

(End of chapter)