Not long after, Zhu Yan brought a thug over, with Floating Life Play following behind.

Floating Life Play's expression brightened considerably upon seeing Xu Lang.

"This is a rapist, guilty of heinous crimes, meeting your requirements." Floating Life Play smiled amiably. "Dorm Owner, what are you planning to do later? Can I come along with you all?"

"You may." Xu Lang nodded.

Testing the teleportation rules of the Astral Foundation would require quite a few expendable resources.

Such people were the most plentiful on Floating Life Play's side.

Seeing Xu Lang and his group taking the elevator, the third-floor players all grew curious. The sharper ones stared at the elevator's floor display and saw it stop at Basement Level 1.

Immediately, the news that Xu Lang, Li Shuwen, Floating Life Play, and others had gone to Basement Level 1 spread.

However, as it was currently game time, everyone was actively preparing for battle, so it didn't spark much discussion.

...

After testing, the Astral Foundation indeed couldn't be used during game time.

"As expected, it won't work. Let's go." Xu Lang felt a slight disappointment in his heart.

A black vortex appeared behind him, and a large hand of the Gluttony Demon reached out from within, dragging the rapist inside.

"Lang Ge, with your current prestige, wouldn't it be fine even if news about the Astral Foundation got out?" Zhu Yan asked.

He wasn't feeling sorry for that rapist, just purely curious.

Xu Lang was now the master of two buildings; it wouldn't be strange if he led a structured invasion of Earth in the future!

This was about occupying an entire civilization—such news definitely couldn't be kept hidden forever!

"We'll talk after the game ends. If the news leaks now, it could easily disrupt morale," Xu Lang replied.

"Lang Ge is wise!" Zhu Yan flattered.

Since entering the basement, Floating Life Play had become incredibly silent. Even after seeing the Astral Foundation's signboard, he hadn't uttered a single word.

Now, a smile surfaced on his face again.

What a pity. That person from just now, with a bit of torment, could probably have been turned into a Mad Vanguard.

"Floating Life Play, what are your plans for later?" Xu Lang suddenly asked.

"To follow your lead, Dorm Owner!" Floating Life Play felt a chill run down his spine.

"Besides that," Xu Lang said indifferently.

Floating Life Play immediately answered, "First, to keep playing the game. After that, I'd like to take the seventh-floor players to try out Exploration Mode."

"Weren't you always planning to annex the sixth floor?" Xu Lang raised an eyebrow.

Instantly, Floating Life Play's expression changed slightly.

How did Xu Lang know about his plan?

Was he planning to help, or did he have other intentions?

"I've given up on that idea!" Floating Life Play didn't have time to ponder Xu Lang's thoughts and gave a conservative reply. "That brute Zhai Ren has been keeping a close eye on me; it's not easy to make a move against the sixth floor."

Xu Lang neither affirmed nor denied it, offering no stance, and no one dared to press further.

Floating Life Play felt like he was going crazy.

Did Xu Lang support him stirring up chaos, or did he want him to behave himself?

This kind of unresolved, hanging attitude was like a spear suspended above his head, making him feel incredibly uncomfortable.

Floating Life Play felt this was Xu Lang employing the art of rulership, but then again, he doubted it.

He's already this overwhelmingly strong, what need is there for such arts? If he tells you to do something, would you dare not do it?

In fact, Xu Lang really was just asking casually.

His current focus was more on this round of the game.

The Gundam that Cao Yaxuan saw, he had seen it too.

To be honest, he felt a bit apprehensive inside.

If it truly was an ultra-futuristic civilization, it wouldn't be strange for such robots to have planet-destroying cannons. It's just that the Mad King Building probably wouldn't be that perverse, right?

It's just merging two buildings, yet they've raised the difficulty this high!

...

[Beep beep beep~ Unfamiliar scene detected, human traces discovered!]

[Beep beep beep! Anomaly anomaly anomaly!]

[Computational power being gathered, calculating...]

[Physical calculation failed!]

[Logical calculation failed!]

[Philosophical calculation failed!]

[Judged as highest-level anomaly point. Dawn City leader contacted. Large number of humans discovered. Requesting judgment!]

[Under instruction, anomaly point named "Ghost Building"!]

[Judgment request approved. All military-grade Scavenger squads within 100 kilometers have been called!]

[Double-Loss Procedure activated. Battleship-class missiles have locked onto target. Will launch suicidal saturation attacks on the Ghost Building and the humans within once Scavenger squad casualties reach 90%!]

In the sky, a patrol aircraft approached, then circled and flew away, leaving behind a beautiful arc of light.

Within Dawn City, heavy-duty robots' fiberglass eyes glowed red, rapidly assembling and heading towards the direction of the Mad King Building.

"They're coming, they're coming! Quick, hide in the dorms!"

"That plane won't drop bombs, will it?"

"Why did it leave again?"

The players were greatly puzzled.

They didn't know how much information had been exchanged during that single flyby of the bat-shaped aircraft; they were just somewhat amazed by its flying speed.

Experienced players guessed the building assault wouldn't start immediately and that they could go out to explore. Others remained vigilant, unwilling to venture out.

Under the "eager anticipation" of the players from both buildings, a mechanical army slowly advanced from the edge of the horizon.

With no Blood Mist obstructing their view, all players clearly saw the true appearance of this army.

It was a steel tide whose end could not be seen at a glance!

Reconnaissance aircraft swarmed like silver bees, flying in the sky.

Cyan Steel-colored robots stood tall and large, holding weapons in their hands.

Advanced units had blue electromagnetic ripples dancing across their bodies, wielding a variety of weapons. Their fiberglass eyes flashed rhythmically, streaming data into the central network.

High-frequency, dense, uniform.

"Wh-wh-what kind of joke is this? Each of these robots has a machine gun?"

"What's that? A flamethrower? A laser gun? A Gauss gun?"

"Good heavens, are you playing with me? You want us to fight them?!"

"This must be background scenery, this must be background scenery!"

"You're lying to me, Mad King Building, you're lying to me! How could this possibly be normal game difficulty!"

Even before checking the information on these monster units, many players' morale shattered, their weapons clattering to the ground.

And once the Mad King Building players' morale broke, their combat power began to skyrocket.

It was hard to say they weren't doing it on purpose.

At this moment, the corridors were filled with cries of despair.

As for the Twilight Building players, they were even more devastated than them!

The Mad King Building players had, after all, witnessed the scene of the Rakshasa army sweeping across the heavens and earth, but the Twilight Building players had truly never seen such a spectacle before!

Would saying they were just factory workers at a time like this help them survive?