Monsters Are Coming-Chapter 1023 - 279: The Convergence of Three Calamities, Peak Clash

The sound wave continued to rise as more Insect Warriors arrived.

The sky was shattered by swarms of flying locusts, their wing vibrations creating a piercing hum, akin to billions of serrated blades scraping against skulls.

The ground caved in under the charge of digging insects, their tusks faintly visible as they pierced the surface in the sandstorm.

Further away, the flesh walls of the Insect Race nest contracted violently, spewing out a new wave of hatched Tyrant Worms, these War Weapons crossing from infancy to maturity at a speed visible to the naked eye as they headed toward the main battle line.

The silence was broken, followed by waves of sound resembling a mountain collapsing and tsunami, continuously pounding the Golden Domain.

The sound of shell friction, bubbling acid, limbs tearing... the Insect Race Mainbrain declared pre-battle death in this manner.

At this moment, both Earth Thought and the Four Great Evil Spirits were silent.

"These beasts' entrance ceremony is quite suffocating," Ghost Teeth muttered.

The Earth Thought Evil Spirit didn't answer, its Perception View turned to another side behind.

The Insect Race's suffocating sound wave surge hadn't faded, yet familiar silhouettes marched quickly across the hill and plain.

Contrasting the extreme noise and slaughter will displayed by the Insect Race, the War Corps approaching on the road could be described as a visual disaster.

The vehicles they rode and their attire completely overturned the battlefield's supposed solemn killing ambience.

The player at the front rode strange vehicles, like modified tricycles, with exaggerated bronze statues welded to the front, and colorful bubbles spewing out of the exhaust instead of fumes.

Trailing behind were the touring dragon convoy riding on huge Black Armored Snake bodies, their boisterous demeanor making the Earth Thought Evil Spirit feel immensely embarrassed, questioning how it almost became introverted by such an idiotic force.

Regarding personal attire, the Player Corps could be described as a chaotic dance of demons.

Sporting afro hairstyles, Magic players holding fluorescent magic wands, assassin players wearing transparent raincoats, Damage-bearing Stream players donning flowered shirts and beach shorts.

The most absurd was a silly player covered in LED lights, dressed in pink pajamas, resembling a walking neon sign, with a "VIP player" badge floating above his head.

As the player army advanced, it resembled a mobile carnival parade.

Upon entering the battlefield, they brought a strong sense of discord.

Though not the first encounter with players, Earth Thought was still shocked every time by the silly player's behavioral art.

Unable to comprehend why these fools found it so difficult to appear as normal warriors.

Under the cold gaze of Earth Thought Evil Spirit, the Player Corps approached the Golden Domain from another side, then all eyes turned to the noisy Combat Insect Clan.

Seeing this, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit's expression was filled with helplessness.

If guessed correctly, the silly player's foolish behavior was about to begin again.

As it expected, before entering, the players started their antics.

The Divine King's voice erupted in the Warband channel:

"We can't lose on momentum, shout out, damn noisy Insect Race, drown them out."

In Earth Thought Evil Spirit and Four Great Evil Spirits' perceptual images, two utterly different armies were reflected.

On one side, the suffocating death surge of the Insect Race, an orderly chorus of screeching akin to a death symphony, filled with oppression.

On the other side, the Player Clan's encampment broke out into chaotic screeching and wailing.

"Oolalalala!"

"Ahhh charge, for Emperor Zhao, for players, for sacrificial power!"

"Ahhh, you're all shouting so loud, I can't lose, volume key +."

The sounds from the Player Clan couldn't be considered war cries, more like outbreaks of madness.

Some players screamed with rattling voices, some played music... another group blew suona horns, sweeping across the battlefield.

The shouts lacked any uniformity.

In the front row, Damage-bearing Stream players battered shields emitting "clang" sounds, rhythm distorted, rear archers pulling bows causing bowstring vibrations, echo after echo.

This was less about pre-battle intimidation, more akin to auditory murder.

The Earth Thought Evil Spirit was relatively fine, having experienced it numerous times, somewhat immune, after all, it had seen even more absurd behaviors from silly players.

Yet the Four Great Evil Spirits in the spiritual connection network had wide-open eyes.

"What are the silly players doing?" Ghost Teeth's expression was hard to hide.

"Ignore it," responded Earth Thought Evil Spirit coldly.

Just at that moment, the Insect Tide advanced toward the Golden Domain, crossing the domain barrier and unleashing a slaughter surge.

The Divine King's voice also echoed in the Warband channel:

"Kill, focus on snatching resources."

As the Player Corps and Insect Race Army progressed, Earth Thought Evil Spirit issued new commands.

It actively yielded the left and right flanks, granting them to the Player Clan and Insect Race Army to advance.

Blocking at that time would undoubtedly lead to being surrounded by three sides.

With left and right lines ceded, the situation transformed into a simultaneous three-way attack on the Giant Beast Legion.

Earth Thought knew what was of greater importance.

Instantly, the Golden Domain divided into three realms.

To the north roiled the endless Insect Tide, to the west burned Elemental Radiance released by the Player Corps, the central area was Black Tide, the demonic spirit surge blotting out the sky.

Three vastly different styled armies, yet all advanced with equally overwhelming momentum toward the core zone of the Giant Domain.

The domain battlefield turned into utter chaos.

The Insect Race's Anti-Devouring Violent Insect initiated the charge, slaughtering in conjunction with nearby Black Tide Demonic Spirits, while the Thorn Snake Formation behind, like a mobile jungle of thorns, released spikes amidst opening and closing bone plates, sweeping the battlefield, airborne insects weaving a blood-colored web in the sky, membrane wings vibrating to emit mental shock waves sweeping the ground below.