Chapter 1286: Chapter 337: Near-Death Hallucination, Relentless Ghosts (3)

The Civilization Army is indeed very strong, but so what in the eyes of the players.

They are players, even if they die, they can be resurrected from ashes and fight again.

This time, they are deadlocked with the Civilization Army.

The Elemental Torrent released by the Mage Team roared, drowning out the battlefield clamor.

Ink Flame, Ice Cone, Void Grip... intertwined in the air into a web of death, tearing burning gaps in the array of the Civilization Warriors.

North of the Sky Pool Node, the Insect Tide advanced in an uproar.

The sound of shell collisions was deafening.

The Thunder Beast Group moved like mountains, their shells rising, and the biological turrets on their backs constantly spewed acid, engaging the Civilization Army head-on without any tactics.

When the Bone Needles of the Thorn Snake Formation fired in unison, the sky darkened, and where the rain of needles fell, the ground turned into a forest of needles.

The Insect Wing Group rolled in the clouds, occasionally diving down.

Every Insect Wing dropped a Blast Worm onto the heads of the Civilization Army, the explosions of green fireworks blooming continuously.

In the air, spores bred by the Mainbrain drifted, quickly germinating upon landing, and the newly hatched Jumping Worms, still covered in mucus, pounced on the enemy, biting the bodies of Civilization Warriors with their still-growing milk teeth.

In the center of the battlefield, the two torrents were finally converging.

This time, both the players and the insect race were very tacit, not fighting each other.

Their thoughts were surprisingly consistent, saving the Evil Boss was urgent.

In the eyes of the Insect Race Mainbrain, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit was the chosen adapter by the Supreme Main Brain and could not be treated simply as an enemy.

It was the "evolution template" designated by the Supreme Main Brain.

After over seven hundred days and nights of slaughter, the insect race continuously decomposed the Black Tide Army under the control of the Earth Thought Evil Spirit, iterating the insect race system for targeted evolution.

This was the key to defeating the entire system of the Black Tide Army’s species.

So, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit must not die.

In the eyes of the players, the Earth Thought Bully relates to their future goals, stable output, and player glory... so it must not fall into non-player forces.

If a monster is snatched between players, it can provoke the other side into a fury.

Let alone when an NPC in the game grabs the monster.

Both sides were eager to save the Earth Thought Bully, completely ignoring the other arch-enemy.

Future opportunities for confrontation abound.

Even during the charge, many tacit cooperative scenes appeared.

A close combat player, to tear through the Civilization Army’s front line, chose to leap up by stepping on the insect race shell.

In the past, doing so would invariably provoke a turn and counter-attack from the Insect Warriors, viciously biting at the player.

But this time, under the control of the Mainbrain, the Insect Warriors even actively leapt up, assisting the close combat players in lunging at the Civilization Army warriors.

On the players’ side, support players noticed the Insect Race’s Berserker Worm tearing apart the Civilization Army’s defenses and sent over the Blood Burning Trait as support.

The Wind-breaking Attribute activated by the damage-taking players also enveloped the Insect Warriors, leading them in a charge.

At one point, a player was even riding on the back of a Thunder Beast, swinging a weapon.

Different players’ battle cries mixed with the Insect Race’s screams, raising visible sound waves on the battlefield.

Although the remaining power of the Civilization Army was still stronger than the Player Corps and Insect Race Army,

neither the players nor the insect race feared death.

The power of the Civilization Army was continuously weakened in the face of these dual torrents.

This scene completely stunned the Holy Hall Guard, clutching his neck, unable to move.

In his remaining blood-stained eye, the utterly out-of-control battle situation was reflected.

His fingers were deeply embedded in the broken neck, with dark golden blood constantly seeping through his fingertips.

The Evil Spirit was on the brink of death, and Black Tide was collapsing; this was supposed to be a one-sided massacre.

But these two armies that suddenly emerged were overturning his envisioned victory.

At this moment, the Civilization Army’s front line was like a fragile sandcastle under the impact of waves, being devoured by a maddened tide inch by inch.

His incomplete visage twisted immediately.

Wanting to control the Civilization Army, but his depleted body could no longer issue any commands.

He could only watch helplessly as the two torrents pressed ever closer.

On the other side.

The consciousness of the Earth Thought Evil Spirit felt submerged in ice water, enduring intense pain every second.

The supposed death delayed in its arrival.

Struggling, it opened its eyes, blood obscuring its vision but still seeing the figures surging in the firelight.

Meanwhile, numerous beams of golden light streaked through, flickering before the Tower, forming a golden curtain wall.

Each time it was breached, new golden light would shoot in, constantly refreshing and reconstructing.

The players, who it had slaughtered countless times with its own hands, were now forming a line with their bodies, charging fearlessly at the Civilization Army’s rear defenses.

Frontline damage-taking players roared, launching death-defying charges.

This was the tactic players used to apply against it.

Its gaze shifted to another side, where the insect army was madly advancing, already meeting the Player Corps on the main battlefront.

At this moment, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit’s mind, already chaotic, was utterly bewildered.

Both forces were its nemeses in its eyes.

The sides mutually had a hostile relationship.

But now they were cooperating against the Civilization Army.

If one could explain this scene with a reason, then how could one explain the ever-refreshing Light Shields in front of the Tower, shielding it from the Civilization Army’s assault?

This ability was not unfamiliar to it, a common skill used by support players within the Player System, known as: Light Shield.

So... the Player Clan is protecting it?

Why?!

These nemeses clearly wanted it to die as soon as possible.

Its memory was filled with curses and taunts from countless players, all hoping for its swift death.

Yet at this moment, they were using death-defying charges to sustain the life that was about to dissipate.

The sound of the Light Shield shattering came repeatedly, but with every shattering, a new golden light would immediately fill the gap.

Support players in the rear, their foreheads commonly bulging with veins, their spiritual power exhausted to the extreme, still gritting their teeth, gulping potions to maintain the barrier.

It could hear their calls loud and clear.

"Rainbow Siphon connector needed, spiritual power is exhausted, potion endurance can’t keep up."

"I have a special-level Spiritual Recovery Potion here, take it first next door, don’t stop please."

"Out of mana, does anyone nearby have a Monster Stream portable charger, come over and top off my spiritual power..."

At this moment, a heart-wrenching, sobbing shout was clearly audible in the Earth Thought Evil Spirit’s ears:

"Earth Thought Turtle, hang in there, once we take down these invading bandits, we’ll resume our battle... I just joined the United Battle Group, if you die, what will I do!"

The Tower was suddenly shaking violently then.

Lying at the edge of the platform, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit, using its last bit of strength, looked up, seeing nothing but helpless madness on the face of the Holy Hall Guard at the edge of its sight.

Soon after, they were overwhelmed by the figures of the insect race and players.

In the Earth Thought Evil Spirit’s vision, on the verge of collapse, the final frame was the players wielding a motley array of weapons charging toward the remnant forces of the Civilization Army.

It suddenly wanted to laugh.

Even thinking that it was experiencing a deathbed hallucination.

And yet, these two beast forces, lingering beyond death, were still entwined with it, even in hallucinations.