Chapter 308: Three Parties Frustrated, No Winner (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Winter Snowfield Battlefield.

Blizzard howls, cold wind like knives.

As the sole resource-consuming experimental base established by the Lord of Bliss within the Monster World, this place operates non-stop twenty-four hours a day.

At this moment, the fierce battle between players and the Bliss Legion is in full swing.

Those who can stay here are all the newbie crowd among the players.

Their combat styles generally resemble hooligans, with various underhanded tricks appearing frequently.

A corner of the battlefield.

"Let go, you damn it, let go." After a player was tackled to the ground by a purple-skinned evil spirit, the two wrestled together.

The purple-skinned evil spirit tightly grabbed the player's hair, while the player lay on the ground, baring his teeth and raising his legs, furiously kicking the Bliss evil spirit's stomach.

With every kick, the evil spirit let out a muffled groan, but the player was not well off either.

In this fight, more than half of his hair had already been pulled out; his hair volume would probably run out before his health bar did.

"Aaah, you're playing dirty?" Just then, this player was suddenly kicked in the crotch by the Bliss evil spirit, his face instantly turning red.

But the purple-skinned evil spirit paid no attention, adding two more kicks to the same weak point.

Farther away, a purple-skinned spine snake and a player were staging a "peak duel" of mutual eye-gouging.

"I poke, I poke, I poke poke poke."

The player furiously stabbed the spine snake's compound eyes with his fingers; the spine snake was not to be outdone, driven by "combat instinct logic," precisely hooking the player's eyelid with its tail barb and pulling hard outward.

Feeling the excruciating pain, the player opened his mouth and let out a wail:

"Healer, where's the healer? Help!"

The melees in other areas were all like this.

The scene could be called a large-scale chicken-pecking-chicken spectacle, nowhere near the intensity of the Emperor's Tomb Mountain Range.

The Black Tide had not yet arrived, but its perception had already reached.

As the perception of the Earth-Will Evil Spirit descended through the biting wind and snow, the dark red pupils on Gao Ta's platform trembled slightly.

It had witnessed countless bloody battlefields and swallowed numerous tribal civilizations, but the scene before it made it feel absurd for the first time.

It couldn't help but freeze in place.

In terms of battlefield layout, it smelled familiar, but in terms of combat performance, it was unbearable to look at.

The Earth-Will Evil Spirit's blood pressure soared step by step as it scanned, feeling insulted.

The purple-skinned evil spirit troops seemed very ferocious.

But whose evil spirits roll around on the ground fighting, using all sorts of despicable moves like pulling hair, kicking crotches, poking eyes, and tackling to attack the enemy?

And then there were the beast-insects on the battlefield that had changed to purple skin.

Insects are crazy, but not stupid.

Its gaze swept to one spot, where an insect clad in purple skin was charging in a twisted posture, its instinctive, flesh-tearing scythe-like limbs smashing at the idiot player like a drunkard throwing punches.

A young thunder beast, using its unhardened carapace as a headbutt against a player with Gargoyle traits, ended up dizzy and falling into a snowdrift itself; its six limbs twitched constantly in the air, then it suddenly twisted its body and struck one of its own insect warriors...

The Earth-Will Evil Spirit's perception pushed forward stiffly.

Various scenes refreshed its worldview.

In this Monster World where powerful races stand in great numbers, such a bizarre battlefield could actually exist; it was simply unbearable to look at.

Rather than war, it looked more like a group of clumsy imitators rolling around in the mud.

All kinds of passionate shouts, roars, and maneuvers were like children waving unsharpened toy swords, yet believing they were engaged in cruel life-and-death struggles; it seemed passionate, but was actually meaningless.

The gaze swept toward the purple-skinned evil spirits again, and the Earth-Will Evil Spirit's heart trembled.

As a proud evil spirit warrior, it had never cared about anything of other races.

The struggles, roars, and desperate prayers of those races before their destruction were, to it, merely the process of nutrients fermenting.

Just like the small world where Alo resided; even if the entire world turned into a sea of blood and countless living beings walked toward death amidst wails, it would not feel the slightest pity, only indifferently swallowing them.

This group of purple-skinned evil spirits before it did not even have the value of destruction in its eyes.

Yet it made it break its defense.

To use the players' words: unleashing a ultimate move right in their face.

This group of purple-skinned evil spirits, with their clumsy combat styles, even picking up stones on the spot to fight, utterly without dignity, made it feel indescribable shame and anger.

"Evil Eye, help me delete this memory!"

"Can't delete it at all; I am merely a support eye, without the permission or ability to delete your memories." The Evil Eye gave a clear answer.

Watching the chicken-pecking-chicken scenes in the perception images, the Earth-Will Evil Spirit's rage soared.

It felt it could not let itself suffer; it must share this scene to the "Moments."

Subsequently, a shared vision appeared in the mental network of the Bully Alliance.

A few seconds later, various wails sounded in the Earth-Will Evil Spirit's mind.

Ghost Fang: Delete it, quickly delete this from my memory; what is this thing? It's too disgusting.

Iron Spine: Big Brother Earth-Will, what are you doing? Sharing everything into the shared mental network? It gave me a strong sense of shame. Kill them all immediately, leave not one alive; after killing, plow the ground three feet deep.

Blood Pattern: Pirated players? Pirated Black Tide? Pirated insects? What kind of place is this? Big Brother Earth-Will, where are you? Quickly exterminate them all; it's eye-searing.

Rotten Heart: Seeing the perception images shared by Big Brother Earth-Will, I only then realized my knowledge is still too shallow; the outside world always has some weird things that refresh one's worldview... So, I only want to know who did it; I will annihilate their civilization, and even wipe out the neighboring civilization along with it.

Seeing the brothers' feedback, the Earth-Will Evil Spirit's mood improved slightly.

If everyone suffers together, its suffering is shared.

But the scenes on the snowfield battlefield still made it feel uncomfortable.

As evil spirit warriors, they could endure bloodiness, cruelty, evil, and all kinds of negative things.

Only this kind of sinister thing, I can't bear to look at it.

A sense of violation, as if the black tide pride I've spent my whole life striving for has been defiled.

Next, it plans to destroy this ridiculous battlefield, leaving not a single one behind—including the beast players.

Through the perception and analysis of the Evil Eye.

The purple-skinned evil spirits and purple-skinned insectoid races are clearly inferior counterfeits, but the player race members are utterly real.

It never could have imagined.

These beast players, fierce and formidable on the Emperor's Tomb Mountain battlefield, deploying countless tactics, would actually be trading blows with a bunch of pirated, shoddy opponents on another low-tier battlefield.

This was one of the things that broke its composure.

To it, the player race and the battle insectoid race were unlike other factions.

Even if its heart recoiled in disgust, the player race was still a faction it recognized.

A worthy opponent deserving its full effort.

Yet here they were, rolling in the mud with pirated trash, pulling each other's hair.

Indeed, beast players could disgust people anywhere they went.

But this scene confirmed its original hypothesis: the players' combat system closely resembled the black tide's, sending troops across the Monster World.

The players on this snowfield battlefield were clearly the lowest-tier strength of the player race.

Like newly deployed evil spirit warriors just sent into the Monster World, still in their early developmental stage.

Since we've encountered them, kill them all.

Just as the black tide, under the control of Di Nian Evil Spirit, was about to pour down toward the battlefield.

Its mind flashed with a warning from the Evil Eye, then its gaze swept past the rolling purple-skinned fools and the beast players, piercing straight to the deepest rear of the battlefield.

There, stood a figure wreathed in purple flames.

The wind and snow froze still around it.

In its perception, this figure resembled a demonic entity: its entire body purple, its slender frame sharp as a blade, a pair of enormous purple wings slowly unfolding behind it, its face veiled in swirling mist, revealing only a pair of eyes burning with ghostly purple flames—wherever its gaze fell, even wind and snow froze.

Vast life force and spiritual fluctuations appeared in perception as data.

The Evil Eye's analysis confirmed this was an extremely formidable opponent—even its strongest demonic seed could not match it.

At that moment, the purple-winged demonic figure in perception slowly raised its head, its gaze cutting through the battlefield to lock onto the churning black tide, its eyes instantly sharpening.

Facing such a powerful opponent, Di Nian Evil Spirit felt pressure—but not a single thought of retreat crossed its mind.

"Brothers, lend me some resources. There's a tough fight coming."

Its voice echoed through the Tyrant Alliance's mental network.

Upon receiving Di Nian Evil Spirit's request, Gui Ya, Tie Ji, Bing Xue Wen, and Fu Xin all hesitated not at all—they swiftly channeled black tide energy through the Evil Moon to the Gao Ta where Di Nian Evil Spirit stood.

"I have one thought: kill him."

"Be as cruel as you can. Afterward, share your perspective. Just seeing purple skin makes me sick—destroy it."

As responses echoed through the mental network, the Evil Eye Gao Ta was instantly encircled by surging black tide energy, sharp bone spurs like horns rising around it, pointing toward the sky.

The Evil Eye Gao Ta officially entered its peak operational mode.

With the full support of its four allies, Di Nian Evil Spirit had no further hesitation.

Though the opponent was strong, as long as it couldn't shatter the black tide, it would eventually be consumed by it.

Thinking this, Di Nian Evil Spirit grinned savagely, spreading its arms, its battle fury blazing like wildfire.

Such an opponent deserved its full effort—and would be a glorious, exhilarating battle.

Against the players, it dared not gamble everything; failure meant no chance of redemption.

But against non-player forces, it felt no fear.

The black tide's backlash ensured its invincibility.

Instantly, the black tide covering half the battlefield surged like a living thing, thick black mist gathering, twisting above the battlefield, finally coalescing into the silhouette of a demonic seed warrior.

An intricate pattern of crimson and deep blue rules burned onto the demonic seed warrior's forehead. As black tide energy poured in, its muscular contours sharpened, culminating in a terrifying figure clad in black armor and a mask.

Vast bloodline energy radiated outward from the demonic seed warrior in concentric ripples.

On the other side, the guardian of the battlefield, Xie Yan, saw the black tide crashing down.

Its pupils shrank sharply, its purple wings flaring violently.

In an instant, the snow of the entire snowfield was ripped into the air by violent winds, forming a blinding white storm that blotted out the sky.

In the storm's center, its figure slowly rose into the air.

The great battle was about to begin.

On the other side.

Boom!

After a thunderous crash, the demonic seed warrior's body swelled visibly before their eyes.

In an instant, it became a colossal killing giant, towering like a mountain.

Its massive fist clenched tightly.

As it swung, twin spiraling streams of crimson and deep blue energy surged forward, smashing straight toward the hovering Xie Yan.

No words needed—its fist was Di Nian Evil Spirit's ultimate declaration: Fight!

Di Nian Evil Spirit's eyes immediately rippled with black waves, preparing to enter the Five-Eyes-Unified battle command mode.

But at that moment, the purple-winged demonic figure vanished like a ghost, retreating swiftly backward.

Boom!

The blood-energy fist shadow smashed into the exact spot where the purple demonic figure had stood—the ground collapsed instantly.

The second punch followed, but the purple demonic figure retreated again, refusing outright to engage head-on.

Hmm?

The purple fiend's behavior caused the Earth-Reading Evil Spirit to frown involuntarily.

Elsewhere.

The Bliss Palace.

The Lord of Bliss sat upon the altar, and the anxious voice of the Evil Tomb rang in his ears:

"My Lord, disaster— the Black Tide is attacking!"

The Lord of Bliss, who had just been delighted over recently capturing a batch of powerful spirits, heard these words; the smile in his eyes vanished, and he abruptly raised his head.

Knowing that the Evil Tomb was currently at the Bitter Winter Snowfield unit-experiment base.

His consciousness jumped there in the next instant.

Upon seeing the Black Tide surging in from outside the Bitter Winter Snowfield region, the Lord of Bliss's heart sank.

The scene he least wished to see had occurred.

The Black Tide's power had already seeped into the Bitter Winter Snowfield region, meaning this area was no longer safe.

"My Lord, do you need me to act?"

The Evil Tomb sent the inquiry again.

Facing the surging crush of the Black Tide, the Lord of Bliss gave a decisive answer:

"Dismantle every resource that can be carried off. Withdraw!"

Based on his understanding of the Black Tide, the strength of this Black Tide branch was not great; he was fully capable of handling it.

But to be safe, he still chose to let go.

This was also his consistent style of development.

Having endured from the Cataclysm War until now, what he relied on was absolute caution.

This was also the core reason he had always been unwilling to expand territory in Monster World, choosing instead to hide within the Bliss Great Hall and develop.

Although the Bliss branch halls built in Monster World were often destroyed by foreign races.

That did not affect his development.

If destroyed, just find a new region and open another— he could still steadily earn Bliss energy.

There was absolutely no need to fight to the death with any faction.

Perhaps behind a seemingly weak faction lurked a mantis waiting to strike.

Retaliatory strikes feel good for a moment, but the instant you fall into a powerful race's trap, there will only be tears.

Having survived until today, he understood one truth deeply.

Survival has never been a hymn to courage, but a cultivation of patience; brutes are destined not to live long.

In his long memory, he had seen too many hegemon-level factions.

They had charged triumphantly through Monster World, their legions invincible— and now they had all become corpses buried deep beneath Monster World's soil.

How fierce the opening, how spectacular the civilization's march to destruction.

To survive on Monster World's terrifying battlefield, one must learn to bow one's head and cut losses at the right moment.

Anger, pride, self-respect— these are luxuries only truly powerful races can afford to indulge in.

Those races with no foundation at all, still trying to ape top-tier powerful races with their high-end emotions— if you don't die, who will?

Having lived until today, he only calculates gains, losses, and risks.

So long as there is a 1% risk of racial annihilation, this battle is not worth investing in.

This is the true code of survival in Monster World.

Perhaps such behavior looks cowardly, but the Lord of Bliss has never cared.

Those races that clung to self-respect and pride have long since vanished into the river of time, while his "Bliss Chain Halls" have steadily grown in Monster World, with ever-richer resource output.

He had seen too many races' so-called "sure-win battles" reversed at the last moment, ultimately plunging them into the abyss of racial annihilation.

Therefore, true survival wisdom is: always leave yourself a way out.

Moreover, what was attacking this time was the Black Tide— one of the peak-level factions in Monster World in his eyes.

Even if it was only a small branch, it was still connected to the main node where the Black Tide Monarch resided; who could know whether the Monarch would descend in the next second?

To be safe, retreat was the correct choice.

In his eyes, victory was not judged by the gains or losses of any single battle, but by ensuring he always stood on the chessboard of the next era.

The Cataclysm War, the Black Tide World-Ending War, the rise of new factions (Reverse Tide, Wrathful Barrier, etc.)… eras steadily advanced, until the arrival of the current "Billions of Races Competing for the Peak" era.

Not falling behind is victory; being alive is hope.

The Bliss Legion's system was not yet fully built— it was not yet his time to step onto the Shijiewutai of Monster World.

As for how to withdraw quickly, he was an expert in this area.

The Bliss branch halls were often swept by foreign races; he had once spent years researching in depth how to close shop quickly with the lowest losses,

With his mind made up, the Lord of Bliss's thought flashed, and the Bliss Legion on the Bitter Winter Snowfield began to dissipate.

The Bliss fiends still charging crumbled like grains of sand; streams of purple energy overflowed from their bodies, condensing in the air into fine threads that flowed back toward the Gao Ta.

The Bliss Bug Race's carapace peeled away piece by piece, revealing the surging purple light-flow within; they silently prostrated themselves on the ground, letting their bodies transform into pure energy and return to the mother nest.

The Purple Tide Gao Ta also collapsed at this moment.

The spire piercing the clouds dissolved layer by layer like melting ice crystals; the runes flowing across the tower-body extinguished one after another.

The energy conduits coiled at the tower base writhed and contracted like living things, drawing out the last wisp of energy.

The purple psychic-conduction light-screen that had originally covered the entire battlefield also rapidly contracted inward.

The Bliss Bug Race's mother nest emitted a low hum.

The massive flesh-structure rapidly dehydrated and shriveled; the nutrient fluid in the hatchery pools flowed backward toward the Bliss Zhudian.

Unhatched insect eggs burst in succession, their released energy decomposed into the most fundamental Bliss Energy units, receding like a retreating tide as they drew back all life force.

The entire process was extremely efficient; the Bliss Legion swiftly bid farewell to the Frostwinter Snowfield, as if they had never existed.

Meanwhile, beneath the stunned gaze of the Earth-Nian Evil Spirit.

The purple-skinned demonic beings, whose combat power was clearly stronger than the Demon Seeds, also vanished from perception.

Earth-Nian: …

The battle lust rising within him had not yet faded, yet he suddenly felt the frustration of punching empty air.

"Earth-Nian, this is the black tide's prestige—tell me, is that cool or what?" The Evil Eye's voice echoed in his mind.

"I'll cool your big eye." Earth-Nian turned and glared fiercely at the Evil Eye, then continued:

"Don't use player catchphrases—I've told you countless times."

"Understood." The Evil Eye nodded solemnly, adopting a humble, receptive posture.

His gaze returned to the Frostwinter Snowfield battlefield, and Earth-Nian's frustration deepened.

He had expected a thrilling, unrestrained battle, but the enemy had fled without fighting—his borrowed black tide energy had no outlet.

Yet the black tide's advance continued, pressing downward onto the battlefield.

The remaining player clan—he would not let them escape; they must all be slaughtered.

On the other side.

Similar to Earth-Nian's tyrannical mood, the Lord of Bliss was also in a foul temper as he withdrew from the scene.

Though he had chosen to flee, the resource recovery and conversion had still incurred heavy losses, leaving him aching with regret.

The Frostwinter Snowfield was surely no longer safe—he would need to relocate to a new setting and continue building his unfinished legion system.

…

Just as both Earth-Nian Evil Spirit and the Lord of Bliss were weighed down by this frustration,

a new post appeared on the player forum, its popularity surging rapidly.

【What the hell happened to the starter village? I just logged in and am totally confused—I only went offline to swap out nutrient fluid, and now the scene's all wrong! I nearly thought I'd crossed over to the neighboring Emperor's Tomb Mountains. How did the Black Tide Legion come visiting our place? And… where's my noob training base? Where are the Bliss Demons and the Bliss Insect Tide?】

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