Chapter 1545 - 395: Joy Returns, Terror Battleground_4

Chapter 1545: Chapter 395: Joy Returns, Terror Battleground_4

"Decomposition scanned briefly; it’s a demigod projection called Chronologist... Oh no, the farm owner is here for an inspection."

"No way, I haven’t had enough fun yet, and now they’re clearing the field. Can I watch ads to stay and continue farming?"

...

Facing the projection of a Demigod Realm powerhouse, players eagerly took screenshots.

They all understood what it meant when a Demigod Realm powerhouse appeared.

Before entering the field, many players read the Civilization Space background data provided by "Shou Jili," knowing that the five major instances were developed under the nurturing of a faction called the Mingshi Clan.

Their current behavior was no different from ferrets sneaking into a breeding farm to steal chickens.

Now that the chicken-stealing behavior has been discovered by the owner, they’ll surely be killed back to the village and face the wall for an hour.

The next second, the law projection gave the answer that matched the players’ expectations.

The phantom condensed by the law slowly raised its hand, and the Strength released precisely locked onto the player figures emitting the "anomaly" aura on the battlefield.

Its fingers lightly stroked the air as if plucking the strings of a lute.

Powerful energy ripples radiated downward.

In this casual sweep, the locked-on players, whether mages enjoying their farming spree, charging warriors, or roaming assassins... their bodies instantly froze, and then gradually vanished like they were being erased from the canvas.

Ultimately, they completely dissipated into the invisible, turning into wisps of crimson mist.

[Challenger Tips: You were killed by "Chronologist," soul returned to Imperial Tomb Village, entering one-hour Resurrection Cooldown: 59.59.]

All players brushed by the ripple simultaneously received this familiar notification, their vision swallowed by darkness.

Suddenly, the world chat channel was flooded with voices of the deceased players.

"Halfway through the fun, and it was cut short; that Chronologist, how about a solo duel? Sending me back just like that, did it even ask for my consent?"

"Hahaha, interesting, this boss is awesome. But I’ll be back next time; the Civilization Space is my new home now. Can’t wait for the next visit."

"Too short, I entered late, farmed for less than an hour, and got removed. Let me out quickly, I want to continue having fun (smashing Little Black House door.jpg)."

"Don’t whine, getting killed for stealing is perfectly normal. What do you think this is, Ah Le Training Camp, where you can watch ads to skip punishment?"

"Brothers, let’s gather at the teleport point; in an hour, we’ll be heroes again."

...

The forceful field clearing by Chronologist not only didn’t dampen players’ enthusiasm but ignited an even more vigorous desire for challenges.

Just treating it as the instance’s special mechanism: staying too long in the instance would result in forced eviction.

As for dying, that’s called retreat for strategic resupply.

Besides, check out the village, and Brother Emperor Zhao’s grand statue, cooling down emotions.

In an hour, they’ll be heroes again, unbound actions, with backpacks full of loot.

But the joyful mood quickly shattered.

Players fortunate enough not to be affected, residing in other four Civilization Spaces, took the stage to fill the screen.

The world channel was filled with "sincere" greetings from fellow villagers:

"Oh my, hilarious, heard that the neighboring Blood-colored Heart got kicked offline by the boss? On this side of Mud Forest, the scenery is beautiful, and nothing’s happened; the fun continues (attached: Monster corpses scattered screenshot.jpg)."

"Tsk tsk, feel sorry for you; Forgotten Tomb is peaceful as usual. Meanwhile, showing off the fresh loot (screenshot of three golden-glowing Skill Balls). Oops, earned little again, truly boring farm farm farm, not happy at all."

"Congrats from the neighbors, plenty of monsters here; keep farming, brothers... Oh wait, looks like you have to start from scratch again?"

Such remarks were undoubtedly blatant face-taunting for players just forcefully evicted by the "mechanism," now waiting for resurrection countdown.

Shared suffering isn’t scary; what’s scary is that fellow villagers are still enjoying meat while they’re locked in the Little Black House.

Watching others getting rich is more painful than death.

On the other side.

The law projection of Chronologist indifferently scanned the Blood-colored Heart Civilization Space, confirming all "pests" had been cleaned.

Afterward, the massive phantom dispersed just as violently as it appeared, and the terrifying Divine Power receded like a tide.

Yet the Divine Sense did not dissipate, once again enveloping the Civilization Space.

It realized that with so many "anomalies" precisely descending in this realm.

There must exist a Space Rift connecting to the outside world.

Clearing pests only addresses the symptoms; finding the potential Space Rift is the root cause.

Its Divine Sense meticulously scanned, dissecting every inch of space structure and veins in the Blood-colored Heart world.

Divine Sense brushed over the scorched battlefield ground, swept past the towering fortress walls, pierced through the surging Demonic Qi clouds... closely examining space fluctuations inconsistent with the Civilization Space.

In Perception View, the entire world transformed into a complex structure woven by countless spatial threads.

The majority of the regions adhered to the operating structure set by the Mingshi Clan.

As the scanning continued, Chronologist’s Divine Sense locked onto an anomaly above the main battlefield.

Here exists a stable spatial vortex structure.

Completely mismatched with the space structure of the entire world, in Perception it’s like a spatial black hole.

Sustained energy fluctuations emanate from there, establishing a stable connection with some unknown external domain.

A trace of Killing Intent flashed across Chronologist’s consciousness.

Without any hesitation, its Divine Sense, like the most precise surgical blade, traced those subtle spatial fluctuations back to their source.