Chapter 1541 - 394: Descent of the Heavenly Demon, Player Revelry_5

Chapter 1541: Chapter 394: Descent of the Heavenly Demon, Player Revelry_5

The response that came was a simple, brutal diagonal slash, condensed with Frenzy Qi Blood Power.

Boom!

The War Blade, carrying a force that crushed everything in its path, hacked viciously down onto the giant axe that the Stone Heart Warrior had hastily raised to block.

An unimaginable, titanic force surged in like a flash flood bursting its banks.

The Stone Heart Warrior only felt a searing pain in both arms, as if he had been hit head-on by some primordial giant beast.

This body, tough enough to meet a Demon charge head-on, was sent flying out of control like a kite with its string cut.

Crack!

A dense chorus of shattering sounds rang out.

The heavy Stone Armor he wore—scarred with countless marks of merit, having survived two rounds of natural disaster—under this absolute Strength, cracked in an instant like porcelain struck by a Heavy Hammer, spiderweb fissures spreading everywhere before it exploded apart with a roar, turning into countless shards of stone that blasted outward.

Pff!

Dark-gold blood sprayed from Stone Heart’s mouth.

His massive body slammed down hard onto the charred earth dozens of meters away, then tumbled for more than ten rolls before barely coming to a stop, plowing a shallow furrow in the ground.

He lay there, his whole body full of cracks, especially across his chest, where a clear Tearing scar carved out by Blood Color Sword Qi was still spreading.

The aura that had once been so mighty was now as weak as a candle in the wind.

In those eyes that had once been so resolute, there was now only the unfocused haze of someone on the brink of death.

Just a single strike.

This old hero of the Iron Stone Clan—who had survived two rounds of natural disaster and was hailed as one of the pillars of the "Desperate Fortress"—was almost killed on the spot.

The violent Qi Blood Energy raged through his body like maggots gnawing on bone, wantonly wrecking everything.

Just as Stone Heart was about to die, clansmen who had hurried over pulled out a golden light orb and pressed it to his forehead.

At once, the golden light orb transformed into a surging stream of Life Energy that poured into Stone Heart’s body.

Although it failed to halt the spread of the Tearing wound on his chest, his ravaged body began to mend at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his mental state improved slightly.

This one strike made Stone Heart realize a problem.

These so-called Heavenly Descenders were not allies at all; every living being was their target for slaughter.

At this moment, in the regional chat channel:

"Something’s off, the ones charging us seem to be natives of the Civilization Space, not some invading natural disaster... whatever, if they can be turned into sacrificial power, they’re mine to kill."

"Hahaha, a resource light orb just spawned near me, there were tons of ingredients with faint spiritual attributes inside, nice little bonus harvest."

"Dude, you robbed the natives’ resource light orb, what are they supposed to eat later?"

"They can go eat shit. If it spawns next to me, that means it’s fated to be mine, since when do I just hand it over? My Treasure Hunting Mouse at home is still crying for food—why don’t you worry about what I’m gonna eat instead."

"You can go eat shit too..."

...

Amid the slaughter, the regional channel grew especially lively.

When it came to the natives of the Civilization Space, the players didn’t give a damn.

Their behavior vividly showcased the Chaos and greedy attributes that an Outer Heaven Demon ought to have.

In the eyes of the players, Blood Heart was just a dungeon scene.

A playground that supplied them with items, Equipment, Skills, and other sacrificial power resources that could be cashed out.

The mountains and rivers here were virtual simulations; the native beings struggling to survive—whether they were invading Demons or the Iron Stone Clan defending the walls—were nothing but mobile sacrificial power chests, or obstacles in the way.

They didn’t care about this world’s past or future.

They didn’t care about the culture or suffering these natives once had, and even less about what consequences their actions might bring to this world.

All players shared a logic that was simple and pure:

If it has a health bar, kill it.

If it drops resources, grab them.

Block my path, die!

So-called good and evil, factions, morality... all these concepts were powerless in front of the利益-driven players.

Just as the Earth Thought Bully had described the players: their very existence was a special kind of natural disaster—one that could not be understood, and could not be erased.

On the other side.

Stone Heart, his injuries partly healed but still taking continuous damage under the Tearing trait, was helped to his feet by his clansmen.

The flame of hope that had just been lit was doused completely, replaced by a bone-deep chill.

"Fall back, back to the walls, now!!!"

Stone Heart let out a heart-wrenching Roar, then led the Stone Iron Clan warriors in a ragged retreat toward the city walls.

And on the scorched earth that had originally been the brutal tug-of-war between Demons and the Iron Stone Clan, the tide of battle was completely overturned.

More and more players appeared on the field, like a flood bursting through a sluice gate.

The vortex in the sky almost never stopped spinning.

Players in all sorts of outfits came crashing down onto the battlefield, screaming like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.

As soon as they landed, they slipped naturally into this mad butchery carnival.

"Hahaha, this feels good, these mobs are so satisfying to farm, way better than those crappy mechanics in the Blue Lantern Clan dungeon; do me a favor and tell Blue Lamp I’m not coming back anytime soon."

"Guys, don’t rush in yet, let me take point, you all follow my lead."

"Killing mobs can drop purple light orbs... holy shit, it’s a Skill Book! Anyone know what these are going for on the market right now?"

The chaotic din of shouts and kill-cries, mixed with wild laughter, replaced the Roars and wails that had originally dominated the battlefield.

The torrent formed by the players was like countless red-hot daggers, charging in the opposite direction against the Demon army that covered the hills and plains.

In their eyes, this wasn’t some Palace Level battlefield at the village entrance.

So there was no need for Battle Formations, no need for defense—see a Demon, kill it; see a light orb, pick it up; no light orb, then loot the drops.

Then move on to the next target.

The savage assault of the Demons, under the counter-charge of players who had mastered Life Soul Characteristics and possessed terrifying individual Combat Power, was driven back again and again.

The green tide seemed to crash into a still fiercer Surge, not only being blocked, but being forced to roll back ever farther.

Player silhouettes rampaged and weaved through the Demon army; wherever they passed, Demons fell in swathes, turning into white light and carpets of resources on the ground.

The front line pushed toward the Horizon at a Speed visible to the naked eye.

The players’ excited Roars and their joyous shouts when harvesting resources rose one after another, forming a stark contrast with the original atmosphere of despair that hung over this land.

For the players, this was a harvest carnival.

But for the Iron Stone Clan, this was a scene even more terrifying than the Demon invasion.

They could not imagine what awaited them after the Demon Surge was repelled.

Perhaps, what was coming would be an even more horrifying doomsday Surge.