Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 882 - 881: Restoration of Order

Crying sounds?

The astonished players looked around. Amidst the chaotic and violent fluctuations of divine power, there was indeed a certain rhythmic frequency contained within.

Thud thud thud—

More tentacles extended from below the safety door, wrapping around and enveloping the form of the Desolated Lion.

"..."

Lose Control remained silent, advancing forward and striking with a powerful punch.

Clang!!

His fist collided with the blue-black shield formed by condensed divine power. Under the immense force, the skin on his arm cracked open, splattering blood.

Divine power originates from the deities themselves, and the divine power of different deities possesses different attribute inclinations,

either dark and profound, or balanced and calm, or wild and domineering.

At this moment, the divine power attribute displayed by the Desolated Lion was growth and assimilation.

From the wound on Lose Control's right hand, a multitude of tiny tentacles extended,

these tentacles grew as they encountered wind, twisting freely, tearing chaotic fissures on Lose Control's arm.

Rip—

Lose Control clenched his fist tightly, a powerful electric current surged from his shoulder, passing through all the tentacles and charring them,

but in the next moment, more tentacles grew from his wound,

and even Lose Control's right arm itself showed signs of twisting and deforming.

Michael swung a sword, the flames on the Sword of Flames, most of which blasted towards the Desolated Lion, but a small part condensed into a basketball-sized fireball, crashing onto Lose Control's right hand.

The flames continued to burn, scorching all the tentacles and the skin on Lose Control's right arm completely.

As for the Desolated Lion...

This demon leader, its body enlarged more than tenfold in just a few breaths of time.

Four massive lion paws made of tentacles stomped on the ground,

while from the belly suspended directly above the safety door, extended a "umbilical cord" woven from thirteen tentacles, connecting to the pitch black space beneath the safety door.

"Huff..."

The Desolated Lion took a deep breath, unleashing a mighty gale,

its abdomen swelled like an inflated balloon, rapidly expanding.

Then, it exhaled.

From the giant lion's mouth, high-speed, high-pressure gas imbued with divine power spewed forth, clashing with the fire rain cut down by the Sword of Flames,

wherever the airflow reached, ceilings shattered, walls crumbled, and soil was upheaved.

In the sight of others, tentacles extended everywhere—not created from thin air by divine power, but growing from the ceiling, the walls, and deep underground.

The Desolated Lion had already connected with the other tentacles.

Michael's four wings beat the air, the surface of her armor shrouded in a sacred and awe-inspiring light, and the halo hovering above her head blazed with fire,

each sword she struck would break and dissolve the divine power barrier in front of the Desolated Lion, but the divine power vanished as quickly as it was born, nearly endless, both sides locked in a stalemate.

The other players retreated step by step,

David swung the Judgement Spear, hacking at the tentacles, the spear blade crackled with electricity, cutting through like a hot knife through butter, the thunder released from the spear tip shattered all targets within a hundred meters around.

But it was to no avail, for every tentacle he cleaved, ten more pierced through from the ceiling and underground,

and the tentacles he shattered with thunder, as soon as they hit the ground, they wriggled on their own, drilling into the earth, growing and multiplying.

One becomes two, two becomes four.

"There's simply no end to them..."

A chilling sensation crawled up the back of David's neck,

he looked around,

the divine power barrier of the Desolated Lion was simultaneously fending off the Sword of Flames from Michael, the attacks from Lose Control, Side Truth, Hoenhem, Selcius, Death Soul, and others, showing no signs of exhaustion.

"Wait, those people..."

David's gaze swept over the demon generals and Dann Chenzi, shocked to discover they were also being surrounded by tentacles,

their range of activity growing smaller and smaller, faintly having the tendency of being overwhelmed by countless tentacles.

What's going on?

David's mind flashed back to the words the Desolated Lion had said before—flesh exchange, divine power transfer, divine soul fusion, will domination,

if the Desolated Lion wasn't killing its own kin, that might mean the Desolated Lion couldn't completely dominate the divine power...

David's heart trembled. Just as he was about to inform his companions of this news, he saw a white figure flash before him.

Su Ni Sheng did not participate in the attack with Michael and others. Instead, she turned into a wisp of green smoke, flickering once every five hundred meters, and instantly retreated from the battlefield, disappearing without a trace.

She's...run away?

"Golden Ring Sun shines with radiance, Iron Armor Frost spreads and devours the moonlight..."

Dan Chenzi held a longsword made of yellow paper, murmuring incantations.

The yellow paper longsword was originally hidden in a wooden box, then concealed in a safe by Ju Zi. It was thrown to Bai Haozheng by a family-use parent-child communication baseball bat, and fell with the player to the tenth floor, where it was swallowed by a Carnivorous Vine Monster summoned by the Side Truth.

Due to the Desolated Lion releasing Demon Flame, burning the Carnivorous Vine Monster, the safe containing the sword box was retrieved by Dan Chenzi,

and finally opened. From within, he took out the yellow paper longsword.

With Dan Chenzi's incantation, the yellow paper longsword became mottled and turned into countless pieces of paper.

The paper scattered around. As soon as they landed, they formed Yellow Turban Warriors, each three meters tall, clad in sturdy armor and weapons.

Like the Heaven-binding Rope, the yellow paper longsword is also a resource accumulated by the cultivation sects of the Magic Sunflower world,

where over the past two hundred years, every Cultivator who wasn't consumed by the Magic Sunflower, died naturally, or entered a state of sitting meditation, had their bodies used as fuel for the Gandhari Lamplight and their sariras used for refining Magic Artifacts and medicine, while their God Souls were implanted into puppets for the war against the Magic Sunflower.

The Yellow Turban Warriors summoned by Dan Chenzi were not mindless puppet imitations. They were the deceased sages of the Magic Sunflower world, retaining a modest amount of Mana and some instincts from their lifetimes.

The Yellow Turban Warriors wielded a variety of weapons,

master knives, magical swords, command flags, ruyi scepters, magical seals,

but mostly simple knives and swords.

The highly aggressive Divine Power of the Desolated Lion had little effect on these dead entities, and the assimilation of the tentacles had almost no impact on the yellow paper.

Thousands upon thousands of Yellow Turban Warriors established a defensive line for Dan Chenzi and others,

counteracting the tentacles that blotted out the sky, blocked every exit, and rolled in to crush.

"There's no way out..."

The Red Knife in Paranoia's hand sliced through the tentacles extending around her. The perilous situation made the faint smile on her face falter slightly, "Ant King."

Paranoia looked coldly at the Ant King perched on a flying ant, "Where's your army?"

The Ant King's jaw clenched, the muscles in his cheeks twitched slightly, "I've already deployed them all!"

His Ant Army had suffered heavy losses in the previous battle and had not been resupplied, then was most recently encircled by Demon Flames and tentacles, with most wiped out.

Paranoia said in a deep voice, "Not the ants, the swarm."

"How many times must I say it before you believe me..."

The Ant King's tone was tinged with exasperation, wishing he could catch the distant Detector and loudly correct others' stereotypes of him before the camera.

With his intelligence, he could easily guess that in the real world, the various factions must have already invaded his territory, searching for traces of the swarm.

The factions with think tanks might not truly believe that the insect nest is related to the Ant King, but the swarm that appeared before had a peculiar similarity to his vassals.

Any slight threat to the ecological environment in the real world is a risk the Global Occult Coalition would not take,

even the Supernatural Accident Place of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, European Heavy Industry Group, and Prometheus Laboratory Company, which usually had close contacts with the Ant King, would partake.

The reason the Ant King hadn't surrendered was to avoid being teleported back and controlled. He wanted to buy time to find an opportunity to prove his innocence,

and to receive the rewards of the Gate Contestation phase.

Tai Hao, Raging Fire, Amber, Hoenhem, Michael...

With the Earth players still present, including himself, the Ant King counted eighteen people,

and if previous guesses by the players were correct, with the Earth and Magic Sunflower worlds calculated separately, the Ant King could receive rewards for being in the top twenty if he withdrew now—a perfect quality item, fifteen thousand Game Coins, an escape ticket, and most crucially, a D-level gate.

Yet there remained risk—the field had eighteen players, and beyond the battlefield, there could be other survivors,

exiting now might risk losing the gate reward.

Moreover, the system prompt he had heard earlier was that [The System will assess the exit time and the overall performance to distribute rewards after the Gate Contestation phase concludes].

Exit time was not the only factor; specific performance was also crucial.

The Ant King took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I said the swarm has nothing to do with me..."

Boom—

The wall on one side of the tenth-floor space suddenly exploded,

a Ground-drilling Sandworm with a body so long its end couldn't be seen used its head, equipped with a rapidly rotating tri-wheel threaded drill, to bore through rock and charge in,

with its back covered with dense insect nest units.

"Hiss-ha—"

Countless soldier insects roared loudly, their various weapons cutting and burning the tentacles everywhere.