Chapter 285: Behemoth Afterglow: The Reason Failure Cannot Be Allowed

As time passed, the Cultivation Mode of warfare was changing.

The three great calamities could only create openings by colliding with one another.

Unable to break through the defenses of the other two factions, they simultaneously chose the optimal solution for war.

They targeted the Behemoth Legion, initiating a battle for resources.

They competed to see who could seize more resources from the Gigantification Domain.

In the eyes of the three factions, the flesh and blood of the behemoths were nutrients for their own growth.

At this moment, the battlefield transformed into a slaughterhouse for behemoths.

The offensives of the three great calamities were like three blades of divine punishment, dissecting the Behemoth Legion with precision and cruelty from different angles.

In the Player Faction, golden bullet comments from the Star Net poured down like a rainstorm.

The golden sand sea boiled and surged; behind the front lines, magic-system players transformed into elemental turrets.

Each magic-system player received different coordinate prompts; while the elemental bombardment seemed to rise chaotically into the sky, every strike was actually calculated.

At the main front, a gilded whale a thousand meters long raised towering waves.

The first wave of bombardment fell like a meteor shower, landing precisely on the whale's surface; the shockwaves from the elemental explosions caused the colossal creature to let out a cry of pain, with golden blood seeping from the gaps in its scales.

Its massive body shifted sideways amidst the churning elemental torrent.

Then the second wave of elemental assault followed immediately.

The impact point was exactly where the gilded whale had been blown by the blast wave of the first explosion.

Although the two waves were released one after another, the Star Net had already calculated the target's positional shift caused by the first bombardment and locked onto the location for the second wave in advance.

Then came the third wave, and the fourth.

From the moment the first strike began, the death of the gilded whale proceeded according to the script written by the Star Net.

Finally, amidst the frantic barrage, the gilded whale exploded into flying chunks of minced meat.

At the very front of the close-quarters battlefield, Tank-build and Warrior-build players charged across the sand waves, their physical bodies constantly crashing into the weak points of the Crystal Mother Nest's form, while Assassin-build players continuously struck to interrupt using their Spirit-Sealing traits, preventing the Crystal Mother Nest from spitting out self-destructing little jellyfish.

Under the Star Net's calculation controlling the entire situation, the gap in combat power was completely reversed.

The seemingly overwhelming power of the Behemoth Legion now resembled a moth trapped in a spider's web; the more it struggled, the tighter the deadly threads wrapped around it.

The web of death woven by the Star Net from player flesh and blood and spells trapped the Behemoth Legion in an inescapable predicament.

Rather than a war, it was more like a play with an ending already written.

The Star Net was the director holding the script; every movement of the Behemoth Legion warriors followed the trajectory calculated by it toward death.

What players found absurd was that their actions, though seemingly chaotic, were actually paving the way for the next wave of offense.

For instance, the spell bombardments by magic-system players, besides pursuing maximum power, were deliberately creating shockwaves to push behemoth warriors into preset "slaughter positions."

The physical collisions by Tank players were not merely to tear apart the battlefield; like a master of billiards, they used precise angles of impact to make the behemoths interfere with one another, moving them along trajectories preset by the Star Net.

Even the struggles of the behemoths became part of the Star Net's tactical adjustments.

At this moment, within the Star Net's three-dimensional battlefield map, countless threads crisscrossed, each representing a rehearsed trajectory of the war.

The consciousness of the Star Net moved through these myriad threads, each calculation weaving a tighter net of death.

On the Black Black Tide side.

The Earth-Chanting Evil Spirit employed the latest tactics.

Under its control, the evil influences burrowed like gangrene into the exhaust vents of the chimneys on the back shell of the Molten Gold Giant Turtle; just as the turtle accumulated lava to spit, the evil influences detonated inside the pipes, causing this moving volcano to collapse from within.

Whenever an evil influence was killed during this process, it transformed into a curse mark that adhered to the behemoth's surface.

The Black Black Tide Legion's reuse of backlash was pushed to its limit at this moment; every evil influence was a deadly parasite targeting the behemoth warriors.

The more evil influences killed, the denser the curse marks wrapping around the behemoths became.

Ultimately, they were swallowed into skeletons amidst agony, and even these skeletons became nutrients for the Black Black Tide, generating more evil influences to join the battlefield.

The tactics of the Earth-Chanting Evil Spirit were like a cycle of death; the death of their own evil influences meant rebirth and signaled an even fiercer offensive was about to begin, while the death of behemoth warriors also became a source of power making the Black Black Tide stronger.

Although disadvantaged in terms of raw combat power, the Black Black Tide held an absolute advantage in terms of system comparison.

It could even be said that this was a crushing advantage.

The defense system that the behemoth warriors prided themselves on was as fragile as thin paper under the corrosive power of the Black Black Tide, causing them to fall completely into the trap of the death cycle woven by the Earth-Chanting Evil Spirit.

On the Insect Black Tide side.

Under the control of the Main Brain, the Zerg warriors transformed into a Black Tide of death, one wave rising before another subsided, endlessly crashing against the golden coast formed by the Behemoth Legion.

The first wave of the Insect Black Tide was shattered amidst the roars of the behemoths, shells and severed limbs flying everywhere, yet they paved a road of flesh and blood across the sand sea, generating a spreading fungal carpet.

The second wave of the Insect Black Tide charged over the corpses of their companions, sickles and acid etching cracks into the behemoths' scales.

The third wave of the Insect Black Tide surged through the cracks, using their flesh and blood bodies to forcibly pry open the "wounds" of the Behemoth Legion, carving out a bloody path.

The fourth wave, the fifth, the sixth... endless; the screams of the behemoths were completely drowned out by the hissing of the insect swarm, and constantly, remnants of behemoth bodies fell onto the fungal carpet to be swallowed and digested.

The insect swarm had no tactics, nor did they need them; their numbers were their greatest advantage. Every fallen Zerg warrior became a stepping stone for those behind, and every drop of splashing acidic blood corroded a bloody path toward ultimate victory.

They rewrote the terrain of the battlefield with corpses and piled up the ladder to victory with death.

This was the art of war unique to the Combat Zerg.

When the Main Brain deemed a target worthy of destruction, this slaughter had only two possible outcomes.

Either the enemy was annihilated completely, or the insect swarm died out entirely; there was no third possibility.

In past cross-dimensional wars, the endpoint of the Black Black Tide invading a small world was to completely devour that world.

But the invasion of the Zerg had no endpoint; they would relentlessly pursue those races fleeing across space, even if only one opponent remained, even if the benefits of this cross-dimensional pursuit were far less than the cost.

Leaving no one alive was the cruelty carved into the bones of the Combat Zerg.

The commanders of the three great calamities shifted from tripping each other up to plundering more resources from the Behemoth Legion; this was another invisible clash.

The actions of the Star Net, Earth-Chant, and the Main Brain caused the Behemoth Legion, already deep in a bitter struggle, to fall completely into a desperate situation.

The tidal waves of calamity attacking from three directions offered no breakthrough whatsoever.

Under the slaughter of the three great calamities, the front lines constantly cracked; from a high-altitude perspective, the Behemoth Legion resembled a golden whale corpse being torn apart by a school of sharks, with behemoth warriors constantly being crushed into minced meat.

The roar of the Divine Tiger grew increasingly impatient.

It dashed continuously between the three front lines, its sharp claws tearing apart player formations, its tiger tail sweeping away frenzied insect swarms, its fangs biting through Black Black Tide evil influences, yet whenever it left a certain battlefield, that front line of the Behemoth Legion would collapse again, while the front lines destroyed by the Divine Tiger within the three factions healed rapidly.

The energy shockwaves released from the main front line generated a tricolor vortex.

From a high-altitude view, the continuous advance of the three colors caused the golden front line to be eaten away at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a sandcastle washed away by a rainstorm; those behemoth warriors towering like mountains were nothing more than dishes on a chopping block amidst the slaughter of the three great calamities.

The main theme of the war was no longer confronting the Behemoth Legion, but had become dividing and consuming the Behemoth Legion.

Facing this declining situation, the Divine Tiger roared continuously.

Amidst the death charge of the insect swarm, the giant azure dragon warriors constantly twisted their bodies, yet their surfaces were pierced by the sharp appendages of the Zerg warriors; like a blue whale infested with countless barnacles, the mouthparts inserted into their bodies sucked up blood like straws.

Finally, amidst endless torment, the flesh of the azure dragon behemoth was gnawed down to a skeleton, falling onto the fungal carpet.

Countless writhing tentacles wrapped the skeleton, decomposing it into nutrients that diffused and transmitted.

In the region where the front lines of the three great calamities converged, the scene of snatching food was even more frantic.

A gilded whale struggled desperately, half its body covered in Zerg warriors, the other half covered in Black Black Tide evil influences.

Both sides drilled into its body through the wounds; the dead evil influences transformed into curse marks, spreading rapidly like vines. In mere moments, this former lord of the Golden Sea ceased its struggle, leaving behind only a skeleton gnawed full of holes.

Finally, like an image erased by a rubber, it slowly vanished from the battlefield.

But the most frantic consumption belonged to the players empowered by the "All-Things Extraction Rule."

The players' consumption had no process of gradual spreading.

As soon as a target died, it instantly became nutrients for the players.

Both the Black Black Tide and the Insect Black Tide understood the terror of the players; all they could do was consume as much flesh and blood energy as possible before the behemoths died, thereby reducing the nutrients snatched away by the players after death.

In this high-intensity war, even the Divine Tiger, empowered by the main body of the rules, was covered in wounds of varying depths, with blood constantly seeping from them.

The Divine Tiger possessed the strongest individual combat power on this battlefield.

But unless it was powerful enough to easily crush the three great calamities and end the battle swiftly with overwhelming force, it was meaningless.

In the eyes of the Star Net, Earth-Chant, or the Main Brain, the strength of the Divine Tiger merely delayed the time of death.

Yet the Divine Tiger continued to fight desperately, still dashing frantically across the three front lines.

However, such efforts were ultimately futile.

The offensives of the three great calamities were like tides that never ceased.

The speed of the Divine Tiger gradually slowed, the anger in its eyes replaced by exhaustion and despair.

The Behemoth Legion, which it viewed as impregnable, now resembled a flickering candle in the wind, swaying precariously under the ravages of the three great calamities, liable to be completely extinguished at any moment.

The three commanders gave the Divine Tiger no chance to catch its breath; the steel torrent of the players, the suicide charges of the Zerg, and the bone-eroding curse marks of the Black Black Tide were like three rotating meat grinders, crushing the Behemoth Legion bit by bit into meat paste.

Under the frenzied advance of the three great calamities.

Finally, the surviving behemoth warriors retreated to the core area of the Golden Domain.

In the center stood twelve divine pillars, and suspended at the convergence point of the beams of light they emitted was a Rule Imprint.

This area was originally the source of power for the behemoth warriors, but now it seemed to have become their final graveyard.

The wreckage of the Crystal Mother Nest floated on the sand sea, the corpses of accompanying jellyfish sinking and floating with the waves like broken glazed glass; the Rule Imprint derived from the azure dragon had dimmed, its long body broken into three sections; flesh fragments floating in the ocean were being swallowed by the Black Black Tide and decomposed by the Zerg fungal carpet... The Divine Tiger stood atop the pile of behemoth corpses, its golden fur covered in bloodstains.

It gazed at the tidal waves of calamity pressing in from three directions.

The elemental brilliance released by the players connected into a sea of stars, Black Black Tide evil influences writhed on the wave crests as myriad twisted demonic shadows, and the sound of Zerg shells grinding together was like a whetstone for the scythe of death... Overwhelmed by grief and indignation, it let out a mournful, piercing long howl that sent golden sand rolling backward, like a golden rainstorm holding a funeral for the Behemoth Legion.

But at this moment, the three great calamities began tearing at each other again.

Facing the remaining behemoth warriors and the Rule Imprint at the center of the domain, none of the three factions wanted to let go.

In the eyes of the Earth-Chanting Evil Spirit, the Rule Imprint was nutrients for its own growth; Evil Moon and Evil Eye could assist it in transforming and reconstructing the devoured rules into rule powers adapted to itself.

In the eyes of the Zerg Main Brain, the Rule Imprint was a catalyst for the rapid evolution of the Zerg; like the Black Black Tide, they possessed the terrifying ability to devour rules and transform them into their own power.

And in the eyes of the players, the Gigantification Rule was the hope for the resurgence of the Monster-Stream gameplay style.

With the rapid development of the player faction, the Monster Stream, once capable of holding its own, is gradually declining.

Fundamentally, the Monster Stream was never a core gameplay mechanic of the player system, but merely a branch gameplay style explored by some players from the mainstream systems.

Its performance in the early stages was indeed remarkable, even surpassing the strength of the mainstream Star Vein system.

While other players were allocating their evolution point ratios, Monster Stream players poured all their evolution points into a single Soul Soul.

While other players were crafting armed vehicles, Monster Stream players saved that portion of Sacrificial Power to continue investing in the growth of their Monster Stream Soul Souls...

Secondly, the Monster Stream gameplay has another characteristic: players can inherit the innate talents of the monsters themselves.

The Star Vein gameplay in its primary form can only inherit the characteristics and attributes of the Soul Soul, yet it cannot inherit the monster's own innate talents.

For example, the Speed Fish, relying on its streamlined body structure, can grant players the ability to swim at high speeds in the sea; relying solely on primary form inheritance makes obtaining this ability impossible.

This is also the point of which the Monster Stream is most proud.

Life traits inherent to monster forms such as Roar, Black-Armored Snake, and Bone Fire possess considerable destructive power; coupled with extreme single-stat allocation, their early-stage performance far outstripped that of the Star Vein gameplay.

But the Monster Stream is ultimately just a branch, fundamentally unable to integrate all the advantages of the Star Vein system.

As the number of Star Vein slots for mainstream players increased, their combat power began to skyrocket.

For instance, Assassin Stream and Magic System players, building upon their original combat power, gained the boost of critical hit characteristics, allowing their combat power to double.

Alternatively, possessing the boost of the Qi-Eating characteristic allowed their combat power sustainability to increase several-fold.

In contrast, the Monster Stream's growth system has never had any notion of qualitative transformation.

There is no scenario where the appearance of a new Soul Soul causes combat power to skyrocket; it always slowly follows the Soul Soul's level to increase combat power.

This is the pain in the hearts of many veteran Monster Stream players.

The Monster Stream gameplay brought them much joy; many veteran players still preserve videos of themselves transforming into monsters, sweeping across battlefields with an unstoppable force.

Charging to tear through defensive lines in Roar form, wreaking havoc on the front lines in Black-Armored Snake form, burning enemy formations to ashes with flames in Bone Fire form... yet this glory is gradually fading as the Star Vein system becomes perfected.

Some Monster Stream players have already abandoned this old-style gameplay, choosing to follow the mainstream onto the Star Vein combination growth path.

Even the most steadfast Monster Stream players must admit that the version bonus belonging to them has vanished.

The gap in combat power between them and mainstream players is widening day by day.

Although some die-hard Monster Stream fans still persist, stubbornly forging their massive bodies into mobile fortresses, using earth-shaking roars to inspire comrades, believing the Monster Stream to be the unique style with the greatest battlefield presence.

But all those in the Persistence Party clearly realize in their hearts that this is merely the afterglow of a bygone era.

When mainstream Star Vein Party players dominate the battlefield, the giant beast figures they once took pride in, towering like mountains, are gradually becoming mere silhouettes on the backdrop.

Take this war, for example; the performance of Monster Stream players charging into battle is far inferior to that of mainstream Tank players.

Their damage output is inferior, their damage-taking capability is inferior, their sustainability is inferior... even their massive forms, once their pride, pale in comparison before the Giant Beast Warriors of the Giant Beast Legion.

Long ago, strategy-guide players posted on the forum to deliver a final verdict on the future of the Monster Stream gameplay.

It is a system destined to be eliminated by the times.

A year later, today, that prophecy from back then is coming true.

If development continues according to current trends, the Monster Stream is destined to be eliminated by the players.

Perhaps new players joining in the future will not even consider the Monster Stream gameplay, even feeling that the early veteran players must have had water in their brains to play such a useless branch system, finding it good for nothing.

For the vast majority of players, the core of this war is a struggle for profit, a peak contest against the Black Black Tide evil spirits and the insect swarm, and another grand expeditionary assembly of the player legions.

But for every player holding fast to the Monster Stream, this is their final moment of glory.

Every roar in monster form is an unyielding cry issued on behalf of this soon-to-vanish style.

They know clearly in their hearts that if this battle fails, if they cannot seize the Gigantification Rule, the Monster Stream will march toward an irreversible curtain call.

Therefore, the Monster Stream players on the battlefield are exerting their utmost strength.

They only wish to extend the life of the Monster Stream gameplay, allowing this once-glorious style to keep its spark alive in this rapidly growing new era.

Before the great war began, a post on the forum prompted countless players to spontaneously upvote it.

This post was published by a player who holds fast to the Monster Stream gameplay.

[To the Monster Stream: The Gameplay Style I Love Most]:

Poster: Never Extinguish.

Content:

Fellow warriors:

As I write these words, less than two hours remain until this great battle that will decide the future fate of the Monster Stream gameplay.

I feel my body trembling, not from nervousness, but from fear that this may be the final battle where the Monster Stream gameplay marches toward its end.

I still remember my first contact with the Monster Stream gameplay; it was on the forum, where an older Monster Stream brother was wildly praising the Monster Stream as invincible and calling the Star Vein combination styles weaklings.

Back then, the function system was still very crude, and the forum only had main section functions.

I decided to trust the older brother's guidance on the forum, and like a rash youth, plunged headfirst into the Monster Stream gameplay, choosing the Black-Armored Snake form to enter the game.

This is a path that made my blood boil.

Although there were setbacks during the growth process, the overall experience was not bad.

Until the God King launched the joint operation, which was also the first round of chaotic battle between us players and the Earth Nian Bullies and the Combat Insect Race.

When I transformed into an eight-meter-long Black-Armored Snake to charge into battle, I felt the blood in my entire body burning; the furious roar emitted from my open mouth shook rows of evil spirits until they staggered; I moved as if through an uninhabited land, my powerful physique easily crushing the evil spirit warriors.

In that moment, I seemed to truly become the overlord dominating the battlefield; blood boiled in my chest, and that unparalleled sense of achievement still makes my heart surge whenever I recall it.

From that moment on, I became completely obsessed with the Monster Stream gameplay.

I would repeatedly practice in the game, accustoming myself to fighting in monster form, studying the life traits of the Black-Armored Snake form; the joy the Monster Stream brought me even made me forget the exhaustion and trivialities of real life.

Later, I joined forces with a group of like-minded brothers to establish the Giant Beast Legion Society.

We charged recklessly across various battlefields, using our massive bodies to build defensive lines for our teammates, using fierce attacks to tear apart enemy formations.

Occasionally, we would go on the forum, using our status as veteran players to tempt newbies to join the Monster Stream camp, replenishing the Monster Stream gameplay with fresh blood.

After every victory in war, we would cheer in the voice channel, sharing experiences of fighting in monster form.

Those days were the happiest times I had in the Monster World.

But at some point, everything changed.

The rise of the Star Vein system caused our once-proud Monster Stream to gradually lose its luster.

Our damage-taking capability could not compare to mainstream Tank players, our damage output fell far behind, and even the massive forms we once took pride in became insignificant before mainstream power.

Watching comrades who once fought side by side with us switch one by one to Star Vein styles, messages in the society channel became fewer and fewer; the once-lively legion now has only a handful of people remaining.

I tried to change, striving to research new Monster Stream tactics, attempting to find a method to let the Monster Stream be reborn.

But no matter how hard I tried, before the mainstream Star Vein Party players, I was like a clumsy giant, possessing nothing but brute strength, yet unable to reach the fruit named "power."

Watching more and more strategy-guide players on the forum assert that the Monster Stream would inevitably be eliminated by the times, watching new players speak with disdain toward the Monster Stream, my heart felt as if cut by a knife.

But even so, I never thought of giving up.

Because for me, the Monster Stream is no longer just a game mechanic; it is my passion, it is the memory of fighting side by side with my brothers, and furthermore, it is the most precious faith I have in this virtual world.

They say the Tank Stream is a faith; what I want to say is, is the Monster Stream not also a kind of faith?

The Gigantification Domain War about to begin may be our last opportunity; perhaps we will fail, perhaps the Monster Stream will truly march toward its curtain call, but I have no regrets.

I hope that when, on some future day, a newbie asks about the styles that once existed in this game.

You can still remember that there was once a group of people who transformed into giant monsters, roamed the battlefield roaring freely, and wrote the monster legends of the battlefield.

Regardless of the outcome, I will forever remember that I am a Monster Stream player; this is my game faith that will never extinguish.

To all the brothers still persisting with the Monster Stream.

May we meet again on the battlefield of the Gigantification Domain; for the Monster Stream, for our faith, let us make one final struggle.

—A member of the Monster Stream Persistence Party.

This player's statement is precisely the inner portrait of countless Monster Stream players.

The most glorious era of the Monster Stream was when it was a powerful style capable of contending with the mainstream Star Vein Party on the forum.

In the early stages of the player faction's development, the importance of Monster Stream players was even higher than that of Tank Stream players; they could similarly be used as Tank Stream players, and their lethality and sense of oppression when charging were incomparable to Tank Stream players.

In the early glory chronicle battle videos, Monster Stream players were always one of the focal points on the battlefield.

But all glory must be prefixed with the word "once."

The Gigantification Rule is, in the eyes of Monster Stream players, a crucial link in reshaping glory.

It can extend the life and bring rebirth to the Monster Stream, which is walking toward its end.

At this moment on the battlefield, every Monster Stream player is burning their final stubbornness.

Every Monster Stream player has participated in this battle.

For victory in the war, they are going all out.

On a battlefield that resembles a life meat grinder, even as their sharp claws crack and split, they still launch full-power strikes again and again, attempting to tear through the encirclement of the insect Black Tide and the Black Black Tide.

Even as the scales and armor on their bodies shatter and curl, they still use their bodies to build walls of flesh and blood for their teammates.

Even if every breath in monster form carries frothy blood, their roars are louder than at any other time.

This is not a battle cry, but an unyielding roar issued by Monster Stream players for the continuation of their faith.

In one corner of the battlefield, a player in Black-Armored Snake form, whose scales and armor are corroding with a sizzling sound from acid, still forcibly plows a bloody path through the obstruction of the insect swarm; even with half their tail severed, they still twist their remaining body into a spiral, stirring up a final death vortex amidst the waves of golden sand.

Even those in the Thunder Gallop form, skilled in long-range attacks, have abandoned the life-preserving turtle tactics, actively charging forward to allow teammates to approach the Rule Imprint, dedicating their own lives...

All Monster Stream players understand that this may be the last war record in which the Monster Stream is entered into the glory chronicles.

Every claw mark on the battlefield will be an epitaph carved onto the monument of the era; every roar is the most tragic farewell to this once-glorious style.

While mainstream players utilize Soul Soul characteristics to fight with ease, these players in monster forms are using the most primitive savagery to splash forth the afterglow belonging to the overlords of old days.

In the regional channel, the roars of Monster Stream players ring out continuously:

"Even if today I am shattered into rotten flesh, as long as my mouth can still bite, I will continue to fight; for the Monster Stream's final highlight moment, I want to leave no regrets; even if we fail, I will exert my utmost strength."

"If we lose this battle, I will abandon the Monster Beast Stream gameplay and switch to the mainstream Star Vein combination style, but I can guarantee that I will give three hundred percent effort in this fight, so as not to disgrace the brothers of the Monster Beast Stream."

"My qi and blood are nearly exhausted, but I can still block one more round; brothers behind me, advance by stepping on my corpse!"

"For the future of the Monster Beast Stream, brothers, keep fighting; we must achieve victory!"

The hot blood of the Monster Beast Stream players infected countless others.

From the moment the Monster Beast Stream players ignited their passion, the significance of this war ceased to be a mere struggle for profit.

Every player wished to extend the life of the Monster Beast Stream.

In the eyes of veteran players, although Monster Beast Stream players loved to boast on the forums, they were undoubtedly the most reliable allies on the battlefield.

The sight of hordes of Monster Beast Stream players charging forward without fear left a deep impression on them.

The fighting spirit of all players was ignited at this moment.

On the other side, the hot blood within Di Nian Evil Spirit was also boiling.

Five Evil Eyes hovered and burned behind it, while jet-black streams of light poured into its body, flowing like blood.

It gazed at the player legions, the insect legions, and the giant beast legions on the battlefield, as rage and battle intent burned fiercely within its heart.

In this battle, it wanted to prove itself.

There was a time when it was merely an ordinary Evil Spirit Warrior in the Black Black Tide Legion, with the Minor World as its main battlefield.

Fortunately chosen as an Evil Spirit Warrior for the Monster World, it had paid for this with countless efforts.

Every growth during the Abyss Trial was accompanied by pain.

It had thought it would find a new beginning in the Monster World, but instead, bad news came one after another.

The emergence of the Player Race, which it had thought would be the first stop in its long journey of conquering the Monster World and the first milestone on its path to the peak, ultimately forced it to struggle for survival in the cracks between the Player Race and the Insect Race.

As an Evil Spirit Warrior, how could it not wish to crush everything with the endless torrent of the Black Black Tide, just like other Evil Spirit Warriors?

Without calculating casualties or worrying about unit combinations, it used the devouring nature of the Black Black Tide to grow rapidly.

During this period, it racked its brain researching tactics, reviewed every battle scene day after day, and collected the mental profiles of every Player Race warrior; all these efforts were made to break free from shackles and challenge more powerful races in broader heavens and earth.

But the environment it was in destined that it could not get its wish.

It had been defeated, it had fled, it had been deceived by the flawless strategies of the mysterious Player Race commander, and its carefully laid traps had been crushed by ruthless calculations.

Every failure was like a carving knife, leaving deep, bone-visible scars upon its pride.

Yet it did not become despondent; instead, it learned to progress in despair and transform in desperate situations.

Facing the Player Race and the Combat Insect Race, it had endured too much.

This battle was the one where it came closest to victory.

The deductions provided by the five Evil Eyes surged within its body.

It was no longer that Evil Spirit Warrior who only charged forward mindlessly, nor was it that defeated general who could be easily outmaneuvered by the mysterious commander.

Through countless engagements, it had learned the tactics of the Player Race, penetrated the ferocity of the Insect Race, and even integrated the essence of both into the Black Black Tide frenzy.

Every failure chiseled new edges into its soul, until it polished itself into a poison-tempered sharp blade.

Its tactical growth started from immaturity; in the process of growing, it required the chaos of the Player Race, the madness of the Insect Race, and yet had to retain the most primal devouring instinct of the Black Black Tide.

Now, it was time to make them pay the price.

On the Gao Ta platform, black mist churned into a vortex beneath Di Nian Evil Spirit's feet, while its eyes reflected the humiliation and growth of these past years.

The flames in its heart rose continuously; under Di Nian Evil Spirit's command, the Black Black Tide Legion gathered and dispersed rapidly, switching unit types in seconds to transform into precise blades stabbing at the most vulnerable nodes of the battlefield.

In this battle, it no longer feared the cunning calculations of the mysterious commander, nor did it dread the frantic advance of the Combat Insect Race.

What it longed for was never victory itself, but rather to prove that the proud warrior who climbed out from the lowest layer of the Abyss Trial had never wavered in the persistence of its heart.

It believed it could stand at the peak of the Monster World through effort and write its own Black Black Tide legend.

It had promised the Evil Eye that it would take it to see the peak of the Monster World.

As thoughts surged, Di Nian Evil Spirit let out a roar in its heart.

All Black Black Tide evil spirits within its domain followed with shrill whistles, declaring to the entire battlefield that the Black Black Tide commander who could only rely on numbers to win had long since transformed into a true artist of war.

Di Nian Evil Spirit's evil spirit frenzy, the Monster Beast Stream players' last song, the Insect Race's wave of death, and the Giant Beast Legion's fight to the death collided with extreme intensity at this moment.

All four factions had reasons why they could not fail, unleashing their final madness to open the path to the moment of victory.

The battlefield turned into a meat grinder of life, dyeing the golden sand sea blood-red.

(End of Chapter)