Chapter 1659 - 420: Feast Ends, the Chronicle Begins Again (Part 3)

Chapter 1659: Chapter 420: Feast Ends, the Chronicle Begins Again (Part 3)

"Quickly, everyone to the city, the buildings there are all made of spiritual materials. My space bag is already full of construction materials. I’ve made a killing in sacrificial power; just waiting to offer it to Brother Emperor Zhao back in the village. Should be able to sell for a lot."

"Right corridor (coordinate information), a team of Monument Abyss Clan soldiers are surrounded by the Insect Race, brothers, hurry and get the kill for their heads, those lanterns in their hands are very valuable."

"The Black Tide’s dark mist is reaching the East District, let’s take them down!"

...

As the main battle line tore apart the Monument Abyss Clan’s city defense system, they poured into the city like a flood.

The Player Corps’ war mode changed once again.

They formed numerous large and small warbands, shuttling and battling in the broken city.

The various functional buildings crafted by the Monument Abyss Clan for the development of their race became coveted treasures in the eyes of the players.

Countless players turned into demolition squads, beginning to violently demolish.

The Civilization Heroic Remains Hall was the first to be targeted.

This building, used to maintain the connection of civilization tombstones, had its core "Soul Fire Furnace" forcibly broken open by players, its untouched pure soul fire was completely plundered.

The space crystal stones embedded in the walls, used to stabilize connecting passageways, were entirely pried away by players.

Even spiritual material slabs were not spared, collected into space bags and directly offered to Emperor Zhao, instantly converted to sacrificial power.

A stele library recording countless civilization knowledge and technical principles was heavily vandalized and destroyed, books stuffed into space bags like waste paper.

Feeling they took up too much space, they were directly offered in sacrifice, freeing up space to store other things.

Anything with the slightest spiritual attribute was not spared by the players.

The most intense grabs were for the alchemical workshops in Burial Fire City.

These were special sites used by the Monument Abyss Clan to produce weapons and equipment fitted for civilization warriors, even rule-derived lanterns.

Every stone slab was crafted from spiritual materials.

The total value of a whole building exceeded 12 million sacrificial power, not counting the various unused spiritual materials inside.

This building became a focal point of contention for the three parties, as furnaces not yet cooled were devoured and decomposed by the Insect Race, semi-finished civilization weapons swept clean by players, and spiritual ore materials piled in corners were decomposed by the Black Tide.

Even the floor tiles were not spared, and in an instant, the entire building vanished with a roar.

Next were many Energy Towers in the city, as the core for city energy supply, players crazily hammered at the tower bodies amidst turbulent energy streams, stripping away the "Energy-guiding Purple Crystal" engraved with civilization power inside.

Occasionally players were shattered by the booming energy currents, but even grabbing a few crystal stones, there were smiles on their faces as they died.

The whole main city of the Monument Abyss Clan was like locusts passing through.

The three parties greedily swept everything in their line of sight.

For the sake of resource contention, clashes were inevitable.

The tradition of taking a hard swing at those from the same village replayed, previous cooperation like a dream with the Insect Race escorting, Black Tide strangling.

Slaughter, was the main theme in contact among the three parties.

And the remnant resistance of the Monument Abyss Clan during this period seemed insignificant, swiftly cleared by the three parties.

In every corner of the city, fierce battles and looting erupted.

The three parties held no regard for death.

During this time, more players poured out from teleportation arrays in the sky, joining this plundering carnival with enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, in the core of Burial Fire City, in front of the Burial Fire Temple, the fiercest final struggle was taking place.

Several elders of the Monument Abyss Clan gathered before the temple, striving to release civilization power for a desperate battle.

But this was doomed to be a futile struggle.

One after another, pillars bearing civilization memory collapsed, shattered, and dissipated under the brute advance of the three parties.

The civilization memory belonging to the Monument Abyss Clan was being rapidly erased.

For the three parties, the civilization data and technical records cherished by the Monument Abyss Clan, crystallized from generations of wisdom, were meaningless.

Perhaps, for a weak race, these technical data were keys enough to change the fate of their civilization.

They were also a divine treasure that could help them leap over several eras and take shortcuts to the future.

Even placed within many small worlds, as long as one could deconstruct the knowledge within the data, a strong civilization could be rapidly cultivated.

While most of this data could not be illuminated by the resource environment of the small world, it also recorded the complete path of how a race progressed from insignificance to brilliance.

Like a detailed instruction manual for civilization growth.

Any weak race that obtained it could act step by step according to it, crossing developmental paths that would take other civilizations thousands of years to explore in a short time.

But in the eyes of the players, Insect Race, and Black Tide, it was all trash.

The value for the three parties was measured by only one standard: how much Black Tide Energy it could be converted into after devouring, how much sacrificial power it could provide, and how many troops it could spawn.

Just like Emperor Zhao in the eyes of the players, never caring about the craft value of the offerings, only converting sacrificial power according to the strength of spiritual materials.

At this moment, the civilization data of the Monument Abyss Clan in the eyes of the players was the same.

The accumulation of wisdom over endless years was all garbage.

Instead, the memory crystal stones and memory divine pillars that encapsulated this wisdom were seen as good things by the players.

Only taking the shell, not the core.

When the last memory crystal stone containing civilization information was pried away by players, the last temple pillar recording past history was gnawed off by the Insect Race, and the last will of resistance was annihilated in the dark mist... the last light of the Monument Abyss Clan’s civilization was wholly devoured.

The Glory Chronicles at that moment appeared in the minds of all participating players.

A new page turned, displaying the text: "Burial Fire city incinerates the bones of the Monument Abyss, the three parties profit, breaking the ruined city, this battle’s success enters the chronicles."

Exciting moments and screenshot scenes related to the campaign flooded into the "Glory Chronicles" like snowflakes.

Afterwards, it was time for the participating players to celebrate.

Members of major guilds quickly gathered atop the ruins of the Burial Fire Temple, searching for iconic spots to take commemorative photos.

"Come, come, everyone from the guild, using the half-collapsed main beam of this temple as the background."

"Front row squat, stand properly in the middle, back row Magic System telekinesis float, raise our guild’s flag."

"3, 2, 1... Long live sacrificial power."

Each commemorative photo was instantly captured.

In the images, players posed in various victory stances, with slowly writhing fungus carpet, swirling black mist, and the completely ruined civilization relics in the background.

The atmosphere in the region channel was joyful.

"Hahaha, resurrected brothers, come join the photo, this is the first Demigod Level force we’ve toppled."

"Managers, quickly post the screenshots to the guild group, I want to save them, see you on the forum tonight."

"We really made a fortune this time, I can open a new Star Vein Slot when I return, feeling great."

"As a newbie, I’ve never seen so much sacrificial power in my life, thank you to the fellow villagers and the Evil Boss for carrying us."

"Next time there’s such a good thing, I’m coming again, it’s too much fun, so many civilization fragments flying in your face, you have to pick them up."

...

The chaos that lasted for several days ended, with players eventually using self-decomposition on site, satisfied and returning home.

When the three forces departed.

Under the lead-gray sky, countless tombstones once standing solemnly had vanished, leaving only devastation.

The Civilization Graveyard had finally met its end.

The black vortex in the sky slowly closed at this moment.

The Taotie feast thus concluded.

For the three forces, this campaign was just another reenactment of the daily Village Entrance melee.

Only the intensity was significantly enhanced, and there was a brand new enemy: the Monument Abyss Clan.

Yet it was merely a brief interlude in the long history of mutual brawls among the three.

Like the Skyfire Clan of the past, it streaked across like a meteor.

Only the ongoing war of the Village Entrance Three Calamities continued.