Chapter 283: Three Calamities Converge, Peak Collision (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Giant Expansion Domain.

The Divine Tiger raised its head and roared furiously at the sky, while the six divine rings above its head exploded with a crash into a sky-full of golden light.

Within the range covered by the golden light, the volume of all giant beasts surged violently, and their combat power skyrocketed along with it.

Facing the counterattack of the Giant Beast Legion, the Black-Playing Five-Man Group led by the Earth Nian Evil Spirit felt their pressure multiply.

But the pressure from merely the Giant Beast Legion was not a major issue.

The essence of resisting pressure was to drag the war into a quagmire of attrition through devouring capabilities; as one grew and the other diminished, the Giant Beast Legion would ultimately become nourishment for the Black Black Tide.

The greatest pressure came from behind.

The Combat Zerg Army and the Player Clan Army were advancing toward the Golden Domain, about to join the battlefield.

The main purpose of Earth Nian initiating this war was to take advantage of the Player Clan's mysterious disappearance, unite with the four great evil spirits, and gnaw down the hard bone that was the Golden Domain, allowing the Alliance's combat power to gain significant growth.

The appearance of the Player Clan and the Combat Zerg meant the plan to eat alone had failed.

This feeling was like preparing to go out for a big meal while your friend was away, carrying a large platter of top-tier seafood feast back to your seat, just placing it on the grill, when suddenly your long-lost meal partners appeared all at once, holding empty plates and smiling as they asked:

"You don't mind sharing the table, do you?"

How could one possibly not mind?

But even if one minded, it was impossible to stop the "meal partners" from forcibly entering.

The most frustrating part was that this group of uninvited bastards not only brought their own cutlery but damn well brought appetites capable of swallowing a whale.

"Bastards!"

Earth Nian Evil Spirit's "Calm Commander Golden Body" broke its defense right then and there.

Every time it encountered these two families of bastards, it simply couldn't remain as calm and composed as when dealing with other forces.

Since descending into the Monster World, it had never eaten a single meal alone.

Which time hadn't involved the Player Clan and Combat Zerg attacking from front and back, leaving it scrambling to cope and forced to sacrifice a portion of its interests?

Thinking of this, Earth Nian Evil Spirit's Iron Face twitched uncontrollably.

The Black Black Tide under its control churned with a rhythm that reeked of irritability.

"Boss Earth Nian, what's the situation? What is the Combat Zerg?"

Ghost Fang, who had only ever encountered the Player Clan, asked at this moment.

Earth Nian Evil Spirit said nothing, listing the Zerg information from its information database onto the mental network.

In the presented visual footage, shortly after Earth Nian Evil Spirit descended into the Monster World, it fell into a pincer attack by the Player Clan and the Combat Zerg.

Its development process was arduous; every expansion was suppressed by the Player Clan and the Combat Zerg.

For example, the early Heavenly Fire Campaign, which should have been a harvest moment for Earth Nian Evil Spirit, was forcibly gnawed into a large chunk of the profit cake by the Player Clan and the Combat Zerg.

These scenes plunged the four great evil spirits into silence.

They suddenly realized why Boss Earth Nian's tactics always calculated the casualty ratio, and why the first page of the Player Strategy was the "Calamity Backlash Tactic."

At the time, they had also been puzzled; although this set of tactics was powerful, it completely lacked the characteristics a Black Black Tide system should have.

As Black Black Tide evil spirits, prioritizing expansion speed was the norm, and the casualty ratio was always the last thing one should consider.

The answer surfaced at this moment.

In those scenes, Boss Earth Nian was repeatedly driven to the brink of despair by the Player Clan and the Combat Zerg; at the most difficult times, it even had two domain nodes plundered by the Player Clan.

It could be said that the Black Black Tide Legion under Boss Earth Nian's control had never eaten a full meal, calculating resource expenditures every single moment.

The exquisite tactics that amazed them were precisely the survival rules comprehended under the coercion of these two bastard forces.

So every step Boss Earth Nian took in this Monster World was walked with such difficulty; this was a desperate situation none of them had ever experienced.

Watching Boss Earth Nian repeatedly endure the pain of sacrificing interests in the footage, their sense of immersion was extremely strong.

Putting themselves in those shoes, assuming they encountered such a difficult opening, they feared they would have ended their Monster World journey prematurely.

In the past, they only felt Boss Earth Nian's tactics were invincibly strong; only now did they understand that Boss Earth Nian's tactics were forced out of necessity.

Looking at Boss Earth Nian, who was beginning to become emotionally irritable, they understood that behind this hard-to-suppress irritability lay nothing but bitter tears.

"Boss Earth Nian, I will go all out in this battle," Ghost Fang said in a deep voice at this moment.

"Kill!" Blood Pattern's eyes flooded with dense killing intent.

"Don't act on impulse; prioritize interests in this battle." Earth Nian Evil Spirit took a deep breath, knowing that at this moment, interests should be the primary consideration, not revenge.

The Player Clan and the Combat Zerg were not opponents that could be eliminated through a single battle.

Only interests were the key to victory; confronting the two bastard forces relied on resisting them through resource advantages accumulated over days and months.

At this time, at the end of the horizon behind them.

The bloody fungal carpet writhed and spread like a living creature, dyeing the earth into a boiling sea of blood.

The Zerg Army advanced to the outskirts of the Golden Domain and halted.

Suddenly, a mental pulse wave that tore through the sky swept across the earth in an instant, and the Main Brain's cold killing will exploded in the minds of all Zerg warriors.

The next second, the Zerg Army simultaneously raised their heads and shrieked at the sky.

In the front row, the "Anti-Devour Tyrant Bugs" unfolded their bone wings; within the sky-obscuring shadows, dense clusters of bloody compound eyes lit up.

Behind them, the Hydralisk swarm raised their scythe-shaped heads, their poison sacs swelling as their shrieks sounded like metal grinding.

The Lightning Bugs' limbs crushed the rock layers; the booming collision of their carapaces resonated with the earth's rumble, as if the earth itself was trembling.

The sound waves released by the Zerg Army transformed into substantive attacks; the terrifying sonic waves converged into a shockwave that instantly broke open the Golden Domain, heralding that the moment of slaughter was about to begin.

Before the Zerg Black Tide had even joined the battlefield, the frenzied killing intent had already permeated the Golden Domain.

As more and more Zerg warriors arrived, the sonic waves continued to rise.

The sky was torn to shreds by swarms of locust-like bugs; the high-frequency vibration of their wings formed a piercing hum, like millions of saw blades dragging across skull bones.

The ground collapsed under the charge of the burrowing bugs; amidst the sandstorm, their fangs protruding from the surface were faintly visible.

Further away, the flesh walls of the Zerg Nest contracted violently, spitting out a new round of fully hatched Tyrant Bugs; these war machines crossed from the juvenile stage to the youth stage at a speed visible to the naked eye during their charge, arriving at the main front line already in their mature stage.

After the silence was broken, sound waves like collapsing mountains and tsunamis struck the Golden Domain wave after wave.

The sound of carapaces grinding, acid boiling, limbs tearing... the Zerg Main Brain issued its pre-battle death declaration in this manner.

At this moment, Earth Nian and the four great evil spirits all fell silent.

"This group of bastards' entrance ceremony really has a bit of a suffocating feel to it," Ghost Fang muttered.

Earth Nian Evil Spirit did not answer, shifting its perception view to the other side behind them.

The suffocating sonic wave frenzy of the Zerg had not yet dissipated when familiar figures covered the mountains and plains, advancing rapidly.

Compared to the extreme noise and killing will displayed by the Zerg, the war legion on the way could be described as nothing short of a visual disaster.

The vehicles they rode and their attire completely shattered the solemn atmosphere a battlefield should have.

The players in the very front row rode all sorts of strange vehicles, such as modified sidecar motorcycles with exaggerated bronze statues welded to the front, where the exhaust pipes spat out not fumes, but colorful bubbles.

Closely following was the roaming dragon convoy riding on giant black-armored snakes; their behavior of shouting and yelling all the way made Earth Nian Evil Spirit feel extremely ashamed, wondering how it had nearly been driven into seclusion by such a brain-dead force.

In terms of personal attire, the Player Legion could only be described as a dance of demons and ghosts.

There were magic-system players sporting afros and holding fluorescent staffs, assassin players draped in transparent raincoats, and tank-stream players wearing floral shirts and beach shorts.

The most outrageous was an idiot player covered entirely in LED lights and wearing pink pajamas; the whole person looked like a walking neon sign, with an information bar floating above their head reading "VIP Player."

As the Player Army advanced, it resembled a moving carnival parade team.

Upon entering the battlefield, it brought a strong sense of dissonance to the scene.

Although this wasn't the first time fighting the players, every reunion still left Earth Nian shocked by the performance art played by these idiots.

It couldn't understand what these fools were trying to do; was it really that hard for them to look like normal warriors?

Under Earth Nian Evil Spirit's cold gaze, the Player Army approached the Golden Domain from the other side and stopped, subsequently turning their gazes toward the clamoring Combat Zerg.

Seeing this, Earth Nian Evil Spirit's expression could not hide its helplessness.

If it guessed correctly, the idiot players' idiotic behavior was about to begin again.

Just as it suspected, before entering the field, the players began their antics.

The God King's voice exploded in the Warband Channel:

"We can't lose on momentum! Shout it out! These idiot Zerg are too noisy; suppress them!"

In the perception screens of Earth Nian Evil Spirit and the four great evil spirits, two completely different legions were reflected.

On one side was the Zerg's suffocating Black Tide of death, their uniform shrieks like a death symphony, maximizing the sense of oppression.

On the other side, the Player Clan position erupted into chaotic wailing and howling without any rhyme or reason.

"Woo-la-la-la!"

"Awooo! Charge! For Di Zhao! For the Players! For Sacrificial Power!"

"Ahhh, you're all shouting so loud, I can't lose either! Turn my volume up to max!"

The sounds emitted by the Player Clan could hardly be called battle cries; they were more like having a seizure.

Some players howled with voices like broken gongs, some played music... and there was even a player squad whose suona horn sounds swept across the battlefield.

The shouting lacked any unity.

The tank-stream players in the front hammered their shields with "clang-clang" sounds, their rhythms uneven, while archers in the rear drew their bows, creating vibrating bowstring tones that rose and fell.

This didn't look like pre-battle intimidation; it looked more like conducting auditory murder.

Earth Nian Evil Spirit was fine; having experienced it many times, it had developed some immunity, after all, it had seen even more idiotic behavior from idiot players.

However, the four great evil spirits in the mental connection network had already widened their eyes in shock.

"What are the idiot players doing?" Ghost Fang's expression revealed undisguised shock.

"Ignore them," Earth Nian Evil Spirit responded coldly.

Just then, the Zerg Black Tide advanced toward the Golden Domain, passing through the domain barrier and stirring up a frenzy of slaughter.

The God King's voice also rang out within the Warband Channel:

"Kill, and prioritize seizing resources."

As the player legions and the Zerg legions advanced, the Earth Nian Evil Spirit also issued new orders.

It voluntarily yielded the left and right flanks, handing them over to the player clan and the Zerg legions to push forward.

Attempting to block them at this moment would undoubtedly lead to being besieged by three sides.

By yielding the two battle lines on the left and right, the situation shifted into a three-pronged simultaneous assault on the Giant Beast Legion.

Which was heavier and which lighter, it naturally understood clearly.

Instantly, the golden domain split into three distinct worlds.

To the north, an endless Zerg Black Tide surged; to the west, the elemental radiance released by the player legions burned; in the central region, the Black Black Tide's evil influences obscured the sky and sun in a frenzied wave.

Three armies with completely different styles crushed toward the core of the Giant Domain with the same devastating momentum.

The domain battlefield was instantly stirred into utter chaos.

The Zerg's Anti-Devouring Violent Worms launched the charge first, slaughtering alongside the nearby Black Black Tide evil influences; behind them, the Spine Snake formations moved like a forest of thorns, opening and closing their bone plates to release spikes that swept across the battlefield, while flying insects wove a bloody net overhead, their wing membranes vibrating to send mental shockwaves rolling downward.

When the Zerg Overmind's mental pulse wave swept across the battlefield, millions of Zerg units instantly completed their formation switches, resembling a precise killing machine; more fearless of sacrifice than the evil influence army, they rolled forward like a flesh-and-blood millstone.

As swathes of Zerg warriors were crushed by the giant beasts, the giant beasts also constantly fell under the Zerg's frenzied gnawing, the falling chunks of flesh and blood instantly absorbed by the extending flesh-and-blood fungal carpet.

The steel torrent of the player legions performed equally impressively.

Although they were the weakest among the three calamity forces in terms of comprehensive strength.

Yet regarding fearlessness in the Iron Face of death, the players yielded to no one, presenting a different kind of shock.

Damage-tank flow warriors, bare-chested, had their bronze muscles plated with crimson Gang Qi.

On the main battle line, leading the way was the Damage-Tank Regiment of the Shentanggong Society; they held no blades, wore no armor, and needed no shields.

Relying solely on their flesh and blood bodies, they charged straight at the Giant Beast Legion.

As the battle line advanced, every muscle on their bronze bodies erupted with blinding light, like red-hot branding irons, plowing a trail of scorch marks as they charged.

Facing the frenzied giant beast legion pressing down like mountains, these damage-tank flow players, who had tempered their physical bodies to the extreme, displayed the most primitive aesthetic of violence.

The "Shentanggong Society Damage-Tank Regiment Captain" at the very front suddenly arched his back, his spine rising like a great dragon, using his shoulder blades to hard-block the hooves and palms trampling down from a giant beast.

At the moment of collision, a shockwave exploded into a ring of air waves, driving the Damage-Tank Regiment Captain's feet deep into the golden sand.

Once he stabilized his stance, his arms twisted around the giant beast's toes like iron pincers; his entire body's muscles suddenly tightened, and he let out a roaring shout:

"Up!"

The Gang Qi on his body surface circulated wildly, glowing with blinding crimson light.

The mountain-sized giant beast was swung into the air; under the Damage-Tank Regiment Captain's frenzied strength, it was thrown over his shoulder in a parabolic arc, crashing heavily into the midst of the giant beast herd.

At the point of impact, seven or eight giant beasts were smashed down, the waves stirred up by the shockwave mixed with shattered bones and internal organs.

"Hahaha, satisfying!"

On the other side, a damage-tank flow player covered in blood had his left arm torn off by a giant beast, yet he used his right arm to desperately jam the giant beast’s mouth open, preventing it from closing; Gang Qi writhed beneath his skin like a living creature, and with every breath, white streams of air gathered toward his mouth, while his wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just as the giant beast's biting force suddenly erupted, the damage-tank flow player grinned ferociously; the muscles of his remaining right arm tightened like steel bars, dense runes emerging on his skin's surface, each crack seeping with blinding golden light as his accumulated traits suddenly exploded.

His right arm suddenly expanded by a full circle.

"Open!"

He punched out; the moment his knuckles contacted the giant beast's upper jaw, the contact point rapidly indented, then exploded with the spiral Gang Qi shockwave of Professor Champion Fighter, drilling through the giant beast's skull like an electric drill, causing blood and flesh fragments to spray simultaneously from the beast's seven orifices.

The giant beast's hundred-meter-long body was flipped into the air, disintegrating into exploding chunks of meat before it could even hit the ground, undone by that single punch.

The damage-tank flow player stood amidst the rain of blood filling the sky, his right arm still holding the posture of punching upward, a brilliant smile spreading across his Iron Face:

"Is that all?"

From behind, more damage-tankers surged forward, clearing the way with their physical bodies.

Whether with fists, palms, elbows, or knees, they needed no weapons; every strike from their physical joints carried the power to crush mountains and break cliffs.

Their performance made the players following behind feel their blood boiling.

The Damage-Tank Regiment used their stunning performance to tell all players what the strongest flow was under war Cultivation Mode.

They were the indestructible shield of the player legions.

On this chaotic battlefield, the damage-tank flow players used their bodies to construct a moving Great Wall of steel.

They enacted the most frenzied art of war; whenever a giant beast's sharp claws fell, they would always return the favor in an even fiercer manner.

Trading broken bones for advancement, trading wounds for the lethal strike enabled by their accumulated traits.

Every time war Cultivation Mode was activated, the performance of the damage-tank flow players became the focal point within the player legions.

As long as they lived, they were the guarantee that the player legions could continue to hold their ground on the battlefield.

As for the injuries and pain suffered during combat... there was a saying widely circulated on the player forums.

It was the response of a famous damage-tank flow player when asked by a novice how to reduce the pain of taking damage:

"Pain inevitably exists, but every scar is my chip wagered on victory, and also my trust in the teammates behind me; as long as they are still dealing damage, I fear no pain or injury... Remember, when you attempt to charge forward without looking back, fear will naturally be crushed by the sense of accomplishment."

This sentence was the inner portrait of countless players who chose the damage-tank flow.

When you choose this path, you must understand the heavy burden you are meant to bear.

The choice of faith in the eyes of the players once again ignited the fervor for the players' fierce advance.

This time, the Star Net meticulously organized some special combat forces as well; top-tier combat forces among the players, such as the Veteran Regiment and the Kindergarten Regiment, all had different battlefield roles.

Looking down from high above the battlefield, the players, the Black Black Tide, and the Zerg, these three forces interpreted the meaning of calamity in their own ways.

In war, the Zerg were like a precisely operating killing machine; hundreds of millions of Zerg warriors surged forward treading on the corpses of their kin, their bodies leaving no room for emotions like fear or pity, composing a symphony of destruction with their sharp fangs, displaying an ultimate frenzy of slaughter.

In war, the Black Black Tide was an undying nightmare; as long as an evil influence was crushed by a giant beast's attack, it could reassemble in an instant, like a demon reborn from hell; for an evil influence, death never meant an end, but rather a cycle—death was the prelude to rebirth, and rebirth was the opening chapter to dying again in madness; with an unceasing offensive, they trapped the Giant Beast Legion in a bitter war that seemed to have no end.

The players, however, played out a different kind of madness on the battlefield, using imaginative tactics to turn the perilous field into a stage to prove themselves; some took damage with their bare bodies to hard-block giant beast bites, while others wove torrents of spells to sweep in all directions... amidst this, cheers and explosions intertwined, turning the entire battlefield into their playground for spilling hot blood.

The three forces jointly stirred up a storm of destruction within the golden domain, launching a charge against the Giant Beast Legion that feared neither hardship nor death.

At this stage, the three forces were also clashing with each other.

The Black Black Tide, situated in the center, was also a target being beaten.

To the east of the Black Black Tide Legion was the Giant Beast Legion, to the north was the Zerg Legion, and to the south was the Player Legion.

Although the focus of both the Zerg and the players was on the Giant Beast Legion, the Black Black Tide Legion still found itself pinched during its advance.

On the battle line to the north, newly generated frenzied Black Tide units had just landed and were preparing to launch a death charge against the Giant Beast Legion, only to be disrupted by a sudden charge from the combat Zerg.

On the battle line to the south, newly generated disaster-type units were again seen through by the Star Net regarding their movement trajectories; a unit of damage-tank flow soldiers was dispatched to deliberately block the path, while the rest of the players advanced frantically, causing the "nutrients" that should have belonged to the Black Black Tide to be snatched away.

At the front was the terrifying combat power erupted by the Giant Beast Legion led by the Divine Tiger.

The expression management of the four great evil spirits collectively collapsed.

"Damn it, you bastards! How can the player clan and the Zerg, these two bastard forces, be so disgusting!" The four great evil spirits simultaneously let out heart-rending roars, unable to refrain from cursing loudly.

At this moment, the four great evil spirits also experienced what kind of bitter days their boss, Earth Nian, had been living through.

These two bastard forces were even more bastardly than imagined.

This was no longer covert targeting; it was outright sabotage, always following the Black Black Tide's advance and never missing an opportunity to cause trouble.

Even in seizing resources, they contested every single fraction.

Facing this dilemma, the voice of the Earth Nian Evil Spirit rang out in the minds of the four great evil spirits:

"From now on, I will control the five great evil eyes; you are only responsible for resource allocation."

As soon as the words fell, the computing power of the five great evil eyes was entirely recalled and poured into the body of the Earth Nian Evil Spirit.

Every wisp of black mist released by the Black Black Tide Legion transformed at this moment into tentacles for the Earth Nian Evil Spirit to collect battlefield information, completing a detailed positioning of the battlefield space within seconds.

The data circulating in its mind transformed into a three-dimensional battlefield sand table.

On the sand table, the four forces were marked as sand grains of different colors, with their own Black Black Tide presented in black.

The Earth Nian Evil Spirit's gaze swept toward a corner of the battlefield; the charge trajectory of the Zerg Thunder Worm swarm was decomposed into 217 probabilistic movement trajectory lines.

In the turn of a thought, it generated a corresponding number of disaster-type units in the direction of the Thunder Worms' advance, precisely blocking every charge route; meanwhile, frenzied Black Tide-type units rushed rapidly from the other side to attack the Giant Beast Legion, quickly slaughtering giant beasts and devouring them to convert into nutrients during the time the disaster-type units held their positions.

The next second, its vision switched to the other side of the battlefield.

A silent assault targeting the player clan arrived.

Upon discovering that the Earth Nian Evil Spirit had taken the initiative to activate data-driven war Cultivation Mode, the Star Net and the Zerg Overmind immediately followed suit, entering the same state.

On the Star Net's side, the B-class energy source entered a state of extreme power supply.

In the live broadcast feeds, the movements of every player and the trajectories of the soul traits they released were precisely captured.

The movements of the three forces—the Zerg army, the Black Black Tide army, and the Giant Beast army—provided from the live broadcast perspectives of different players overlapped in the Star Net's mind, using millions of live broadcast feeds to construct a three-dimensional dynamic map of the battlefield.

Just like the Earth Nian Evil Spirit, the four forces were all marked with different colors.

Every movement of combat units from different forces generated massive data streams, from which the Star Net's processing system deduced the optimal response decisions.

The frenzied bullet screen Cultivation Mode was immediately activated.

Golden bullet comments poured down like a rainstorm, appearing in different live broadcast rooms at a frequency of one million per second, flashing through the players' minds.

Every command was a directional manipulation; even the players' positioning was calculated within them. The 122nd, 123rd, and 124th Regiments, which had been organized, retreated under the Star Net's control, while the 283rd, 284th, and 285th Sub-regiments suddenly accelerated their advance.

Just this single adjustment caused the Black Black Tide evil influences attacking from the flank to miss their encirclement, and even the charge trajectory of the Giant Beast Legion was forcibly diverted.

Under this high-frequency combat Cultivation Mode, the players were already dizzy.

They couldn't distinguish at all what they should be doing; all they could do was act according to Tourist Number One's instructions.

But what made all players feel incredibly miraculous was that, under Tourist Number One's command, the combat suddenly became incredibly smooth, as if every step landed precisely on the enemy's flaws.

This familiar ultimate control instantly made the Earth Nian Evil Spirit realize that the player clan's mysterious commander had appeared again.

This was absolutely not the daily appearing idiot commander capable of such a war rhythm.

This mysterious commander had made it suffer setbacks many times before, but this time, a fighting spirit to battle once more ignited in the Earth Nian Evil Spirit's heart.

Empowered by the five great evil eyes, it did not believe it could lose.

Without hesitation, the will of the Earth Nian Evil Spirit instantly swept across the battlefield, and the sand table jointly constructed by the five great evil eyes split into hundreds of sections.

The main sand table represents the current battle situation; the hundreds of other sand tables still being added are deduction models used to judge the battlefield's next trajectory.

Each sand table represents a different war trajectory.

Yet this alone is insufficient; in a data war, effective intelligence is the key.

All player models from the Player Strategy Library are loaded into the battlefield sand tables.

These players, whose data and information were collected by the Evil Eyes, are all frequent visitors to the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range.

Their combat habits, emotional fluctuations, ability characteristics... all such content is recorded by the Evil Eyes, serving as an auxiliary information stream for predicting the war's direction.

The Star Net creates player ability templates by having players open their attribute panels in the livestream rooms, whereas the Ground Nian Evil Spirit gathers intelligence through prolonged engagements to build habit profiles for corresponding players.

When the information streams recorded in the Player Strategy Library are loaded, all virtual sand tables light up simultaneously, bringing every detail on the battlefield under control.

Each sand table displays different variations of the war.

The computing power provided by the Five Great Evil Eyes arranges the different sand tables in order of probability for the Ground Nian Evil Spirit to choose from.

Under the Ground Nian Evil Spirit's control, the Black Black Tide evil entities constantly split and recombine; their movements appear chaotic yet always fit precisely into the gaps in the players' advance, turning even the Giant Beast Warriors into tools for its use.

At this moment, a group of Giant Beasts advancing suddenly found the evil entities rushing toward them disintegrate into black mist and vanish, yet they could not halt their charging stance and plunged straight into the player legions.

Just before the players could slaughter this group of Giant Beasts, the Black Black Tide regenerated evil entity troops and attacked once more.

Amid the players' furious curses, it devoured the Giant Beasts, leaving the players not a shred of nourishment.

On the Insect Race Hive Mind's side, its neural network covered the Gigantification Domain battlefield, while fungal carpets extended mental tentacles to synchronously gather battlefield information.

During this process, every directly connected Insect Race warrior served as an eye for the Hive Mind.

The Hive Mind's most formidable trait is that it needs no deliberation; once all information enters its mind, it automatically deduces the optimal war advancement route.

Unlike the Star Net and the Ground Nian Evil Spirit, which ponder issues with emotion, the Hive Mind's decisions are unaffected by feelings; even if every Insect Race warrior died, its judgment would not waver in the slightest.

The core of the decision given by the Insect Race Hive Mind is single: the most effective slaughter.

The will to slaughter is instilled into the Insect Race warriors, condensing the insect swarm legions into a single torrent of destruction that advances wildly, tearing apart every target blocking its path.

Before the Insect Race warriors, the Giant Beast legions were full of openings; poison thorns, acid, and scythe blades released by the insect swarm poured precisely into the gaps in the Giant Beast legions like a Black Tide.

There was no hesitation, no error, not even a concept of tactics—only the most efficient delivery of death.

While the Star Net and the Evil Spirit were still locked in their game of wits, the insect swarm under the Insect Race Hive Mind's control had already piled corpses into a bloody path, forcibly boring through the Giant Beast legions' frontline from the flank.

As the frontline advanced, the main battle lines of the three factions converged.

The torrents of will from the three commanders collided within the Gigantification Domain.

In this process, every step taken by the troops of the three factions was nearly flawless; only through high-frequency collisions could they force flaws out of each other's command.

The players were fighting a "pre-arranged battle," the Black Black Tide Ground Nian was fighting a prescient war, and the Insect Race Hive Mind was a slaughter machine that never erred.

The three streams of command will engaged in a silent kill, using the entire battlefield as a chessboard, moving pieces with lightning speed while hiding deadly intent.

The Ground Nian Evil Spirit already knew the Star Net would employ "ineffective strategies" to lay out secret arrangements, even trying to trap it in calculation pitfalls and waste vast energy computing the Player Clan's ineffective actions.

Thus, this time it had grown smarter: any battlefield variable the Five Great Evil Eyes could not currently calculate would not be computed in depth and would be treated as an ineffective strategy.

The Ground Nian Bully was improving, and the "logical profile" of the Ground Nian Bully in the Star Net's eyes was upgrading alongside it.

It synchronously updated the operational Cultivation Mode of the Ground Nian Bully's thought logic.

In terms of ability, each of the three commanders possessed their own advantages.

The Star Net itself was a supercomputer, possessing the most extreme micro-management on the battlefield; to it, the battlefield was a real-time updating map where every frame of change could be calculated for the optimal solution, turning every player into a precise gear that combined into an impregnable war machine.

The players' movements were controlled by golden danmu, transforming into daggers thrust with precision upon the battlefield.

On the eastern front, twelve support squads suddenly deployed light shields at coordinate locations; the next second, the Giant Beast legions' roaring beams fell like raindrops, only to be precisely defended against.

On the northern front, Assassin Squad players were swapped into position by the Damage-Taking Squad via Star Shift; the next second, the thrusts of the Wild Black Tide system troops descended, only to be dismantled by the Damage-Taking Squad using their own flesh.

The players did not even need to think about what they were doing; they only needed to watch the danmu and then act according to it the next second.

Opening the map revealed clear coordinate positioning; every step could be executed for the optimal solution under the arrangement of "Tourist Number One."

The Ground Nian Evil Spirit's specialty was psychological gaming, an ability gained from countless failures; mistakes once made would not be repeated, and it had even learned to reverse-engineer the tactics of the Star Net and the Insect Race Hive Mind.

The Black Black Tide legions under its control were filled with deception in their actions: feints, decoys, and traps layered within traps.

Like an old fox on the battlefield, every step was a calculation.

The Insect Race Hive Mind was the coldest and most efficient slaughter machine on the battlefield; its mind held no concept of tactics, only the optimal path to slaughter.

The Insect Race warriors under its control had no emotions and would not hesitate; even if it required sacrificing the lives of vast numbers of Insect Race warriors to eliminate a single key unit, it would execute immediately.

It played no psychological games and performed no micro-management; the optimal slaughter path was the only solution to war in the Insect Race Hive Mind's eyes.

By comparison, the Insect Race Hive Mind resembled a ruthless super-brain even more than the Star Net did.

All three commanders could integrate and analyze the massive amount of information on the battlefield in an instant, then provide an answer.

After the entry of the player legions and the insect legions, this war transformed from a normal conflict into an ultimate collision of precise calculation, deceitful psychology, and absolute violence.

Only this time, the clash between old acquaintances included the addition of the Giant Beast legions.

This degree of contestation had already surpassed the forms of war understood by normal living beings.

The Star Net, the Ground Nian, and the Hive Mind were like three peerless swordsmen drawing swords from the void.

Every move was precise to the millisecond; flaws no longer existed, so only through repeated collisions could they smash out greater unordered data, which would then be rapidly collected to become computational content directed against the other two factions.

Every strike from the three sides was linked by an invisible torrent of data; you dismantle my move, I borrow your momentum, and the rhythm of war reached perfection amidst extreme collisions.

Before the three calamities, although the Giant Beast legions were the strongest in terms of raw power, they appeared incredibly childish.

The Star Net, the Hive Mind, and the Ground Nian; the legions they controlled were like three scalpels, precisely cutting apart the Giant Beast legions' counterattacks and turning them into chess pieces for their three-way game.

At this moment, not only did the Beast King commanding the Giant Beast legions from behind stand dumbfounded, but the Four Great Evil Spirits beside the Ground Nian Evil Spirit also stood stunned on the Gao Ta platform.

The looks in their eyes toward the Ground Nian Evil Spirit changed as well.

Reflected in their pupils was this battlefield scene that surpassed comprehension.

They had once believed war was an art of slaughter, a collision of ultimate power, but the scene before them completely overturned their understanding.

In their perceived images, every charge and every bite fell precisely within the calculations of the three parties.

The dodges and actions of the Player Clan members were instruction corrections precise to specific distances.

The Insect Race's attacks were not merely bloodthirsty but the embodiment of the optimal slaughter path; their efficiency could only be described as ultimate.

As for the Black Black Tide legions under the Ground Nian Evil Spirit's control, every surge and troop-type switch fit seamlessly into the rhythm points of the three-way game.

What made them feel hair-raising was that this war was becoming cleaner and cleaner.

There were no misjudgments, no on-the-spot outbursts; even every drop of splashing blood and every falling corpse seemed like lines written in a script beforehand.

Before these three precisely operating war machines, the Giant Beast legions' offense was like meaningless background noise, optional and dispensable.

The protagonists of the battlefield were only the Ground Nian, the Mysterious Commander, and the Insect Race Hive Mind.

The war wisdom they had once been proud of seemed like crude tricks of primitives before these three commanders.

This was no longer a pure contest of strength; it was more like a performance of the art of war.

The mood of the Four Great Evil Spirits at this moment was like two-dimensional beings suddenly glimpsing the form of war in a three-dimensional world; that soul-deep tremor caused their bodies to quiver slightly.

At this moment, Boss Ground Nian appeared utterly unfamiliar.

He was controlling the war's direction with high frequency using methods they could not comprehend.

In his hands, the Black Black Tide legions were not just an ultimate torrent of destruction but more like a precisely operating slaughter equation, where every variable transformed under Boss Ground Nian's gaze into the optimal solution leading to victory.

In their eyes, Boss Ground Nian had always been the image of a war master, with control over details reaching heights they could not touch.

Only now did they realize that what Boss Ground Nian had shown before was merely the tip of the iceberg.

When going all out, Boss Ground Nian was simply "cheating"; the way he utilized the Evil Eyes' computing power was something they had never seen, nor even imagined.

While focusing on the war's trajectory through perception, the Blood Pattern Evil Spirit standing beside the Ground Nian Evil Spirit squeezed a hoarse, trembling sound from its throat:

"Truly... awesome."

"I'm kneeling; Boss Ground Nian, teach me, I want to learn this," Ghost Tooth immediately followed up.

(End of Chapter)