Chapter 337: Card Draw Time, Arrogant Faces (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Emperor Tomb Mountain Range.

Another round of fierce battle was erupting.

The opponent matched by the system was still an old acquaintance.

Whenever the United Warband led by the God King clicked "Match" in the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range, the Earth Nian Bully would arrive as scheduled to make an appearance.

Occasionally, they could even match a special guest, the "Combat Insect Clan," entering the fray.

This time, the guilds of the United Warband had expanded to eighteen, with a total of 210,000 participants.

The players converged into a steel torrent crushing over the scorched earth, while the God King stood at the very rear center of the formation, holding a white feather fan that could amplify mental recovery effects, looking exactly like a strategist plotting from within a command tent.

At this moment, he raised his hand, pointing directly toward the Evil Eye Tower, and shouted sternly 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" mentioned by the God King was no joke.

After all, they had been bitter enemies for two years; he clearly knew the gap between himself and the Earth Nian Bully, one of which was that the Earth Nian Bully possessed powerful war support capabilities provided by the Evil Eye.

Within the player system, there was a miraculous Fate Soul capable of borrowing external objects: Control.

Theoretically, as long as he used Control to imprint a Rule Mark on the Evil Eye, he too would possess a perfect war support system.

Although the controlled Evil Eye would disconnect from the Black Black Tide nodes, losing capabilities such as information database retrieval and even communication with the Evil Eye itself.

But the Evil Eye's inherent abilities were incomparably powerful.

With this controlled pet, his battlefield command capability would receive an exponential boost.

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

"The God King said to kill the bully and sleep with the Evil Eye; although I don't understand why the God King wants to sleep with the Evil Eye, I support his decision, charge!"

"Since the boss wants to use the Control Fate Soul to control the Evil Eye, then I'll use the Control Fate Soul to control the Earth Nian Bully as a mount, making it drag me across the map every day; turning a former opponent into a mount, I will be the most dazzling player in the Monster World."

"Stop talking nonsense, just charge; today, either the Earth Nian Bully dies, or we do; we must exhaust our reserve potions."

On the other side, standing atop the tower, the Earth Nian Evil Spirit heard the players' wailing cries from afar, and its emotions fluctuated accordingly:

"This group of small fries; if I don't kill them until they quit the game, my name isn't Earth Nian Bully."

The Evil Eye softly delivered a finishing blow from the side:

"Your name was never Earth Nian Bully to begin with; that's a nickname the players gave you, why are you taking it so seriously? Have you gotten used to being called that?"

Earth Nian Evil Spirit: ...

"Shut up!"

The Earth Nian Evil Spirit, enraged by shame, suddenly waved its hand, causing the black mist surrounding the tower to surge and churn, pressing down upon the player army like a floodgate bursting open.

Countless figures of evil spirits quickly condensed within the black mist, falling like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.

The first to appear were the Calamity-type units: Gold-Eroding Colossi.

Striding with earth-shaking steps, they marched through the black mist to form ranks, constituting a Calamity Wall at the forefront to meet the player legion.

Behind them, the Death Calamity-type units: Curse Weavers, generated immediately after.

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

Following them were the Black Tide-type units: Razors, the Plague-type units: Corruption Orbs, the Destruction-type units: Severing Killers... Finally appearing were the units of the Black Tide of Pain, independent from the Black Black Tide system.

The Weeping Daughter, the Fury Skeleton, the Death Bell Acolyte, the Regret Spider Matriarch, and the Terror Throat; the figures of these five Pain-type units broke through the mist, their bodies stripped of the Black Black Tide system's pitch-black color, changed to a blood-red main tone.

These were also the units that gave players the most headache.

The Earth Nian Bully was truly inhuman in the players' eyes... although it was never human to begin with.

The units of the Black Tide of Pain system did not possess strong killing power, but their nauseating factor far exceeded that of the Calamity-type units.

It was like placing a giant mental pollution transmitter on the battlefield, specifically designed to stab soft knives into the players' hearts.

Players affected, under the continuously worsening emotional torment, some knelt on the ground weeping bitterly, some hugged their heads trembling, or else fell into furious chaos, slashing their weapons indiscriminately at friend and foe alike.

As for the safety threshold of the mental defense line inherent to players.

It had long been thoroughly studied by the Earth Nian Bully; as long as the intensity met the standard, it would never increase, and it even actively weakened the generated Black Tide of Pain system units for this very purpose.

To counter the Earth Nian Bully's Black Tide of Pain, the players of the United Warband could only collectively sacrifice one Star Vein Slot to embed an Unyielding Fate Soul.

Especially for magic-system players, embedding this Fate Soul was entirely to deal with the mental damage inflicted by the Black Tide of Pain units.

The characteristic effect had no other use whatsoever.

(PS: Unyielding Fate Soul effect: After releasing the ability, consume vitality to negate various negative statuses on the body (including mental negative statuses); the effect is influenced by the intensity of the negative status—the higher the intensity, the more vitality is consumed.)

As the Black Tide of Pain made its entrance, before its strike range had even covered the battlefield, the players had already donned their masks of suffering in advance.

The chat channels of each sub-group were filled with players' complaints.

"Crush them." Just then, the "White Feather Fan" in the God King's hand slashed down from mid-air.

The tank groups of the eighteen guilds activated simultaneously, forming a moving wall and launching a charge toward the direction of the Evil Eye Tower.

Behind them, one hundred thousand magic-system players released their Fate Soul characteristics simultaneously, illuminating the entire battlefield as bright as day.

Standing at the peak of the tower, the Earth Nian Evil Spirit suddenly clenched its five fingers.

The Black Tide of Pain legion let out a shrill shriek, transforming emotional damage into tangible blood-red ripples that swept across the battlefield.

This time, the Unyielding Fate Souls on the players' bodies simultaneously burst forth with golden light.

"Max out resistance!"

The instant all negative statuses touched the players' bodies, they were forcibly scattered by the surging vitality.

The tank warriors, imbued with the Blood Ignition characteristic, had eyes red as blood; braving the emotional erosion on the mental level, they surged forward against the current, their fists swinging accompanied by Gang Qi.

The two armies collided in an instant explosion.

Amidst the familiar mutual beating, the mental taunt tactic debuted simultaneously.

"You brat Earth Nian, hiding in the Evil Eye's embrace counts as what kind of skill? Come out and duel me one-on-one."

A tank player charging at the very front punched back the massive body of a Gold-Eroding Colossus, grinning viciously as he continued to roar:

"If you dare roll down and eat ten of my Gang Qi fists, I'll admit you, you grandson of a turtle, came out of your egg with some backbone; if you keep shrinking up on the tower pretending to be a tortoise, I'll tear off your tower's base and use it as a chamber pot."

The moment the words fell, the Earth Nian Evil Spirit on the tower locked its perception onto this figure, hooked a finger, and twenty Black Tide of Pain units simultaneously locked onto the tank player, releasing an emotional shockwave:

"It's just that you talk too much shit."

The next second, the tank warrior's offensive suddenly stalled; under the surging extreme sorrow, he uncontrollably began to shed tears, his fighting spirit rapidly fading from his heart.

"Slap his mouth."

A Calamity-type unit took a huge stride forward, its truck-sized giant palm fiercely slapping this tank player into the dirt.

"Coward, if you have the guts, don't unleash the Black Tide of Pain; let's have a collision between warriors."

Seeing a teammate targeted and beaten by the grudge-holding bully, the tank player beside him immediately spoke up to mock.

The moment the words fell, the evil spirit unit in front of this tank player suddenly opened its mouth and spoke:

"This is called tactical wisdom, unlike you bunch of underworld things who only know how to be disgusting."

Speaking thus, the Calamity-type evil spirit fiercely slapped this tank-stream player into the dirt as well.

As the war intensity escalated, the evil spirits controlled by the Earth Nian Bully and the players exchanged profanities.

The battle situation gradually evolved into an earth-shattering war of words.

The entire sky above the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range echoed with rising and falling sounds of mockery.

But the truth was, all the evil spirit voices came from a single source.

The Black Black Tide evil spirits themselves possessed no wisdom and knew no language; they were merely extensions of the Earth Nian Bully's will.

At this moment, the Earth Nian Bully fought the player legion alone, multitasking, spewing until the great earth trembled, yet its own blood pressure was also soaring amidst the constantly rising sounds of mockery.

Emotions were something that simply could not be controlled.

It was just like during a game, when the opposing side keeps spraying that you're noob, that you're disgusting, cursing your whole family.

At such times, muting indeed allows one to avoid seeing the filth.

But a line of logic would instantly generate in the mind:

What if I mute them, and they keep cursing? Wouldn't I have been cursed for nothing? What if they think I'm afraid?...

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

Thus, the Earth Nian Evil Spirit completely lost its head and decisively opened the mic to interact.

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

Although the Evil Eye constantly reminded it to "adjust emotions," the Earth Nian Evil Spirit could no longer listen.

It only wanted to punch all the players' dog heads until they burst.

The players were the same; in the early stages, they engaged in banter, mocking the Earth Nian Bully with smiles.

Yet under precise strikes that breached their defenses, they would gradually lose their mental balance.

Because the Earth Nian Bully specialized in poking pain points.

Player mistakes, captured nervous expressions, even the slightest operational hesitation, would all become flaws that the Earth Nian Evil Spirit would relentlessly exploit.

Controlling myriad evil spirits, like a vicious mirror image, it used words to fully reflect the mistakes players were least willing to Iron Face.

"Cowardly turtle."

"Disgusting bot."

"God King you idiot, marking your grandpa? Go to the crematorium to set a rally mark, then drag your idiot teammates collectively to be cremated; group purchase gets a thirty percent discount."

"Idiot Earth Nian, you are nothing but a black-skinned tortoise shrinking inside a broken tower; a dignified Black Black Tide warrior yet cowardly as a grandson of a turtle; is the Evil Eye comforting you again right now: 'Earth Nian don't cry, we must strive, we must work hard, you are the most promising Black Black Tide warrior'... I can almost see you shrinking in the Evil Eye's embrace making 'ying ying' crying sounds; pah, disgusting."

Once the mental taunt tactic was activated, both sides became objects of torment.

But neither could stop.

To stop would be to become the side suffering even more severe devastation.