Chapter 356: Various Tactics and the Patchwork Monster!

On the border of Dayan, the atmosphere was more tense than ever before.

Organized military legions gathered along the frontier, numbering in the tens of thousands at a glance.

Anyone eligible to join had to reach at least the Heaven Ascension realm.

Each one was a hero renowned in their region, yet now they were assembled here like items on an assembly line.

The lower realms became a shield—these warriors had no right to join this battle.

Last night, after a full-military broadcast, they had all memorized the films The Galaxy Legend, One Punch, JoJo, Ten Cold, and Naruto.

Now, thinking they must fight and kill those who possessed memories from these films, their emotions grew overwhelmingly complex.

They now gathered together, obeying their unit’s commands.

“Divide into five groups as originally planned: each of the other four groups receives one million players, supported by ten thousand Heaven Ascension martial artists, led by three Fourth Transformation commanders.”

“Then, through teleportation arrays, split into four routes to distract and kill Fang Can’s subordinates.”

“The final group, led by the remaining thirteen Fourth Transformations, will follow with ten million players, teleporting directly outside the Dayan Imperial Palace for a decapitation strike.”

Emperor Chu pointed to the incense candles burning behind him: “For the future of all nations, when these candles burn out, prepare to charge—the teleportation teams, stand by.”

At his words, the mages holding various staves nodded solemnly.

As they swung their staves, intricate magical arrays unfolded beneath the martial artists.

“Finally, it begins.” The players’ hearts surged with excitement; they felt none of the martial artists’ melancholy—only a hunger to kill more enemies.

As each second passed, every person’s focus sharpened to its peak.

Finally, when the last wisp of incense vanished, Emperor Chu unleashed a vast mental wave through his Mind Phase, resonating like a dawn bell and evening drum.

“All forces, advance!”

As the words fell, the teleportation arrays erupted in blinding light, swallowing the entire scene—within a single breath, the land outside Chu’s capital was utterly emptied.

Meanwhile, on Dayan’s eastern frontier.

Belia’s colossal form sat like a tower atop the mountain’s edge.

With a single glance, he saw three men floating in midair, watching him with cold eyes.

“I waited all night—you finally showed up,” Belia sneered. “Only three of you? You’re insulting me.”

“Hmph! You destroyed my Chi Kingdom’s Superpower Lineage—your blood crimes are unforgivable!”

The black-haired elder at the front spoke coldly, then slammed his right arm’s green wristwatch.

In an instant, green light flared—his body transformed into a thirty-meter-tall, slender giant.

Belia’s eyes flickered; recalling Fang Can’s memories, he recognized: a Fourth Transformation from Chi Kingdom’s Power Gauge Lineage.

According to Chi Kingdom’s self-written Classic of Mountains and Seas, the man before him had become a monster called the Super Giant.

Beside the Super Giant, the other two men grinned savagely.

They were reincarnators here to support the Super Giant.

The one on the left, with a chin and buttock tattoo, had enhanced himself with Black Light Virus and Green Giant bloodline.

In the next moment, as the Black Light Virus took control of his body, black-and-green power erupted within him.

Instantly, his form swelled visibly, becoming a massive, pitch-black monster wrapped in threads of green light.

On the right, a female reincarnator piloted a seventy-meter-tall mech hunter forged entirely from adamantium alloy, powered by a Genos core reactor (Pacific Rim).

She now stood ready in combat mode, protected within the mech.

The four now faced off, their massive forms locked in tension—Belia smirked, and in his hand appeared a colossal club.

‘A weapon transformed into the Ultimate Battle Instrument?’

Seeing Belia’s club, all three Fourth Transformations who had watched The Galaxy Legend thought simultaneously.

Yet unlike the original, this Ultimate Battle Instrument was not black iron—it glowed pure white, as if unpainted.

“One against three? When I slaughtered my way through the Land of Light, you didn’t even know where to play.”

Facing their stares, Belia laughed wildly, his iron club erupting in blinding red light as he swung it without hesitation toward the nearest mech hunter.

In an instant, the air screamed like ghosts and demons.

Facing a club weighing ten million jin, contact meant death, collision meant injury—even her Adamantium mech armor refused to meet it head-on.

She instantly performed a nimble backflip, creating a hundred-meter gap.

But as she flipped, a fleeting glance caught faint characters etched along the white rod.

‘What words are carved on the Battle Instrument?’

The female reincarnator thought unconsciously as she dodged:

‘It looks like… Ruyi Jingu Bang? No!!’

She screamed inwardly as she realized.

Indeed, the next moment, Belia’s white rod grew tenfold in length, stretching with the wind.

The hundred-meter gap she’d created vanished instantly.

The iron rod, over ten meters thick, slammed into the mech’s abdomen—its destruction power, starting at a trillion tons, concentrated into a single point, shoving the entire machine backward violently.

The recoil was so terrible it crushed an entire mountain before finally dissipating.

“Your mom… why the hell is Belia holding a Ruyi Jingu Bang? I’m fucking monkeying you!”

Buried in the mountain, the female reincarnator muttered frantically; alarms chirped across her damaged mech.

On the other side, the Black Light Giant shouted: “Super Giant, watch out! That’s not a Battle Instrument—it’s the Ruyi Jingu Bang from Journey to the West! It can change size at will, contact means death, collision means injury!”

“What’s Journey to the West?” the Super Giant asked instinctively.

But seeing Belia sprinting toward him with a thousand-meter-long iron rod, he summoned a bone knife of energy, choosing to avoid direct clash.

…

Meanwhile, on the western front.

The King of Bird-Not-Shit, with blue-purple hair and two goat horns on his forehead, now sat bare below the waist.

Three Fourth Transformation warriors warned: “Watch out—the King of Bird-Not-Shit excels at being an idiot. Don’t respond to any of his jokes!”

“If we don’t play along, he’s the weakest Fourth Transformation.”

“Is that so?” The King of Bird-Not-Shit picked his nose, expression calm.

“You’ve heard of my fame, have you? But do you think that can stop me from being an idiot?”

(End of Chapter)