Chapter 336

Emperor's Tomb Mountain Range.

Another round of fierce battle is erupting.

The system-matched opponent is still an old acquaintance.

Whenever the God King leads the United Warband to click "Match" in the Emperor's Tomb Mountain Range, the Di Nian Bully arrives as scheduled.

Occasionally, a special guest "Battle Insect Race" can be matched to enter the field.

This time, the United Warband's guilds expanded to 18, with a total of 210,000 participants.

Players gathered into a torrent of steel rolling over the scorched earth; the God King stood at the middle-rear of the formation, holding a white feather fan that could amplify mental recovery effects, looking exactly like a strategist planning from behind the lines.

At this moment, he raised his hand, pointing directly toward the Xie Yan Gao Ta, and shouted fiercely in the Warband channel:

"Brothers, kill the bully, break the tower, seize the Evil Eye, charge in, victory will ultimately belong to us."

The "seize the Evil Eye" in the God King's mouth was no joke.

After all, they have been old enemies for two years; he clearly knows the gap between himself and the Di Nian Bully, one of which is that the Di Nian Bully possesses powerful war-assistance abilities provided by the Evil Eye.

And within the player system, there is a magical Painful Painful Minghun that can borrow other things: Control.

Theoretically, as long as he uses Control to imprint rules onto the Evil Eye, he will also possess a perfect war assistant.

Although the controlled Evil Eye will disconnect from the Black Tide nodes, losing information retrieval, communication with the Evil Eye, and a series of other abilities.

But the Evil Eye's own abilities are incredibly powerful.

With this controlled pet, his battlefield command abilities will gain an exponential boost.

Hearing the God King's call, the Warband channel instantly became incredibly lively:

"The God King said, kill the bully, sleep with the Evil Eye. Although I'm not clear why the God King wants to sleep with the Evil Eye, I support his decision. Charge!"

"Since the boss wants to use the Control Painful Painful Minghun to control the Evil Eye, I will use the Control Painful Painful Minghun to control the Di Nian Bully as a mount, making it drag me around the map every day. Making the former opponent my mount, I will be the most dazzling player in the Monster World."

"Stop talking nonsense, just charge. Today, either the Di Nian Bully dies, or we die. We must exhaust all reserve potions."

On the other side, Di Nian Xie Ling stood atop the tower, hearing the players' ghostly wails and howls from afar; its emotions fluctuated accordingly:

"This bunch of small fry; if I don't kill them until they quit the game, I am not the Di Nian Bully."

The Evil Eye quietly added a finishing blow from the side:

"You weren't called the Di Nian Bully to begin with; that's a nickname the players gave you. Why do you take it seriously? Are you just used to being called that?"

Di Nian Xie Ling:...

"Shut up!"

Enraged by shame, Di Nian Xie Ling suddenly waved its hand; the black mist surrounding the tower immediately churned and surged, pouring toward the player army like a released flood.

Dense evil figures within the black mist quickly condensed, falling like dumplings.

The first to appear were the Disaster-class units: Gold-Eroding Colossus.

They marched through the black mist with earth-shaking steps, forming a Disaster Wall at the very front to welcome the player legion.

Behind them, the Death Disaster-class units: Curse-Weavers, generated immediately after.

They floated in mid-air, wrapped in tattered strips of cloth; pale fingers generated within the black mist, and every wave carved pitch-black curse runes in the air.

Following were the Frenzy-class units Razor, the Plague-class units Corruption Sphere, the Ruin-class units Death-Slash... Finally appearing were the Pain Tide-class units, independent of the Black Tide system.

The Weeping Woman, the Wrathful Skeleton, the Death Bell Acolyte, the Regret Spider Mother, the Terror Throat; the figures of these five Pain-class units broke through the mist, their entire bodies shedding the pitch-black of the Black Tide system, changing to a blood-red main color scheme.

These are also the units that give players the most headaches.

The Di Nian Bully is truly inhumane in the eyes of players... although it was never human to begin with.

The units of the Pain Tide system have weak killing power, but their disgusting nature far exceeds the Disaster-class units.

It's like placing a giant mental pollution transmitter on the battlefield, specifically stabbing soft knives into players' hearts.

Players affected, under continuous worsening emotional devastation, some knelt and wept bitterly, some clutched their heads and trembled, or fell into angry madness, swinging weapons indiscriminately against friend and foe.

As for the mental defense line safety threshold that players bring with them.

It has long been thoroughly studied by the Di Nian Bully; as long as the intensity meets the standard, it will absolutely not increase, and it even actively weakened the generated Pain Tide-class units for this reason.

To counter the Di Nian Bully's Pain Tide, the players of the United Warband could only collectively abandon one Star Pulse Slot and embed an Unyielding Painful Painful Minghun.

Especially for magic-type players, embedding this Painful Painful Minghun is purely to deal with the mental damage inflicted by the Pain Tide-class units.

The trait effect has no other use.

(PS: Unyielding Painful Painful Minghun effect: After releasing the ability, consume Qi and Blood to cancel various negative status effects on the body (including mental negative status effects); the effect is influenced by the intensity of the negative status effects; the higher the intensity, the more Qi and Blood is consumed.)

With the appearance of the Pain Tide, before the attack range even covered the battlefield, players had already put on their "pain masks" in advance.

The chat channels of every sub-brigade were filled with players' complaints.

"Crush them." At this moment, the "White Feather Fan" in the God King's hand slashed down from the sky.

The damage-absorbing teams of the eighteen guilds activated simultaneously, forming a moving wall and charging toward the Xie Yan Gao Ta.

Behind them, 100,000 magic-type players simultaneously released their Painful Painful Minghun traits, illuminating the entire battlefield like daylight.

Di Nian Xie Ling stood at the peak of the tower, suddenly clenching its five fingers.

The Pain Tide army let out a shriek, and emotional damage turned into substantial blood-red waves sweeping across the battlefield.

This time, the Unyielding Painful Minghuns on the players' bodies simultaneously burst forth with Jin Guang.

"All resistances open!"

All negative status effects were forcibly scattered by the surging Qi and Blood the instant they touched the players' bodies.

The damage-absorbing warriors with the Blood-Burning trait activated had blood-red eyes; they surged upstream against the emotional erosion on the mental level, and as their fists swung, strong Qi followed.

The two armies instantly collided in an explosion.

Amidst the familiar mutual brawling, the mental taunt tactic appeared simultaneously.

"Di Nian little brat, hiding in the Evil Eye's embrace counts for no skill; come out and fight me one-on-one."

A damage-absorbing player at the very front punched the massive body of the Gold-Eroding Colossus back, sneering as he continued to roar:

"Dare to roll down and take ten Gao Ta strikes of my Gao Ta Fist? That counts as you, that turtle grandson, being tough enough to hatch from an egg. If you shrink back into the tower and pretend to be a Wang Ba, I'll tear down the base of your Gao Ta and use it as a chamber pot."

The moment the words fell, the Di Nian evil spirit atop the Gao Ta locked its perception onto this figure. With a flick of its finger, twenty Hei Chao Xie Sui troops of the Tide of Pain simultaneously locked onto the damage-tanking player and released an emotional shockwave:

"You talk too much damn nonsense."

The next second, the assault of the damage-tanking warrior suddenly stalled. Surged by extreme sorrow, he uncontrollably began to shed tears, and the fighting spirit in his heart rapidly faded.

"Slap his face."

A Catastrophe-type troop took a massive stride and slammed this damage-tanking player into the dirt with a truck-sized giant palm.

"Coward. If you have the guts, don't unleash the Tide of Pain. Come face a clash between warriors."

Seeing a teammate locked onto by a grudge-holding bully and beaten, the damage-tanking player beside him immediately spoke up to mock.

The moment the words fell, the evil spirit troop before this damage-tanking player suddenly opened its mouth to speak:

"This is called tactical wisdom. Unlike you bunch of underworld creatures, you only have disgust."

Speaking thus, the Catastrophe-type evil spirit suddenly slapped this damage-tanking flow player into the dirt as well.

As the war intensity escalated, the evil spirits controlled by the Di Nian bully and the players exchanged insults.

The battle gradually evolved into a earth-shattering shouting match.

The entire Di Zong Mountain Range echoed with waves of mockery.

But the truth is, all the evil spirits' voices came from a single source.

The Hei Chao Xie Sui itself possessed no wisdom and knew no language; it was merely an extension of the Di Nian bully's will.

At this moment, the Di Nian bully fought the player legion alone, multitasking, spewing until the earth trembled, yet his own blood pressure soared amidst the constantly rising mockery.

Emotions are something that simply cannot be controlled.

It's like during a game when the opposing team keeps calling you trash, calling you disgusting, and cursing your whole family.

At that time, muting indeed allows one to remain clean by not seeing.

But a line of logic instantly generates in the mind:

What if I mute them and they keep cursing? Then I've been cursed for nothing. What if they think I'm afraid...

All logic ultimately leads to one result: No, I must curse back!

Thus, the Di Nian evil spirit completely lost its cool and decisively opened its mic to interact.

Anger accumulated during this period, like a high-pressure pot about to explode.

Although the Evil Eye constantly reminded to "adjust emotions," the Di Nian evil spirit had long stopped listening.

It only wanted to punch and explode the dog heads of all players.

The players were the same; in the early stages, they joked and mocked the Di Nian bully with smiles.

Yet under precise psychological damage strikes, their mental state gradually became unbalanced.

Because the Di Nian bully professionally poked at pain points.

Player mistakes, captured nervous expressions, and even the slightest operational hesitation would become flaws for the Di Nian evil spirit to relentlessly pursue.

Controlling thousands of evil spirits, like a vicious mirror, it reflected all the mistakes players least wanted to face in words.

"Turtle with its head retracted."

"Disgusting NPC."

"God King idiot, marking your grandpa? Go to the crematorium to make a rally mark, then drag your idiot teammates to collectively go get cremated. Group buy, thirty percent off."

"Idiot Di Nian, you are nothing but a black-skinned coward cowering on a broken tower. A proud Hei Chao warrior yet as cowardly as a turtle's grandson. Is the Evil Eye comforting you again right now: 'Di Nian, don't cry, we must strive, we must work hard, you are the most promising Hei Chao warrior...' I seem to see you shrinking in the Evil Eye's arms, making whimpering crying sounds. I spit, disgusting."

Once the mental mockery tactic was activated, both sides were the objects of torment.

But neither could stop.

Stopping would make one the side suffering even more severe devastation.