Monsters Are Coming-Chapter 1024 - 279: Three Calamities Converge, Peak Clash

When the Spiritual Pulse Wave of the Insect Race Mainbrain swept across the battlefield, millions of Insect Race units instantly completed their formation switch, like a precise killing machine, more unafraid of sacrifice than the Evil Spirit army, rolling forward like a flesh-and-blood grindstone.

Swathes of Insect Warriors were crushed by giant beasts, while the giant beasts also fell under the Insects' frenzied gnawing, their fallen flesh and blood fragments instantly absorbed by the extending flesh-and-blood fungus carpet.

The steel torrent of the Player Corps also performed impressively.

Though among the three Heavenly Disaster Forces, they were the weakest in overall strength.

In terms of fearing death, players led by example, presenting a different kind of shock.

Damage-taking Stream warriors bared their chests, their bronze muscles coated with Crimson Battle Aura.

On the main battle line, leading the charge was the Divine Hall Guild's Damage Absorption Team; they wielded no blades, wore no armor, nor needed shields.

Relying solely on their flesh-and-blood bodies, they charged toward the Giant Beast Legion.

As the battle lines advanced, each muscle on their bronze bodies erupted with dazzling radiance, like red-hot branding irons, leaving behind a scorching trajectory with each charge. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Facing the Frenzied Giant Beast Legion, pressing down like mountains, these Damage-bearing Stream Players, who had honed their bodies to the extreme, showcased the most primal aesthetic of violent beauty.

Leading the charge, the "Divine Hall's Damage Team Leader" suddenly bent his body, his spine arched like Da Long, using his shoulder blades to directly confront the giant beasts' descending stomp.

At the moment of collision, the shockwave exploded in a ring of airwaves, the feet of the Damage Team Leader sunk deeply into the Golden Sand.

Once stabilized, his arms locked the giant beasts' toes like iron clamps, his entire musculature tensing abruptly, he shouted:

"Rise!"

The Gang Qi on his body circulated wildly, lighting up with dazzling crimson light.

The mountain-sized giant beast was hoisted into the air, swung into a parabola by the Damage Team Leader's frenzied strength, crashing heavily into the giant beast horde.

At the impact point, seven or eight giant beasts were knocked down, amid the tide stirred by the shockwave, mixed with crushed bones and innards.

"Hahaha, exhilarating!"

Elsewhere, a Damage-bearing Stream Player, soaked in blood, had his left arm torn off by a giant beast, yet used his right arm to tightly jam the giant beast's mouth, preventing it from closing. Gang Qi roamed under his skin like a living thing, and with each breath, white streams converged in his mouth, the wound visibly healing.

When the giant beast's Bite Force suddenly erupted, the Damage-bearing Stream Player grinned viciously, the remaining right arm's muscles tightened like steel cables, the skin surfaced with dense runes, each crack exuding dazzling golden light, the savings trait suddenly exploded.

The right arm abruptly expanded.

"Open!"

A punch launched out, the moment the fist edge contacted the giant beast's upper jaw, the contact point quickly dented, then exploded with the Champion Fighter's spiral Gang Qi shockwave, penetrating the giant beast's skull like a power drill, from its seven orifices sprayed streams of air mixed with shredded flesh.

The hundred-meter-long body of the giant beast was hoisted into the air, disintegrating into a mass of exploded flesh before it touched the ground from that punch.

The Damage-bearing Stream Player stood amidst the bloody rain, his right arm still in an upward punching posture, his face beaming with a brilliant smile:

"Is that all?"

More Damage Takers from behind surged forward, bodies paving the way.

Their blows, whether punches, palms, elbows, or knees, carried mountain-crushing force without the need for weapons, each joint strike infused with the power to shatter mountains.

Their performance ignited the blood of players following behind them.

The Damage Absorption Team's stunning performance showed the entire player base what the strongest stream in war mode was.

They were the indestructible shield of the Player Corps.

On this chaotic battlefield, Damage-bearing Stream Players used their bodies to construct a mobile steel wall.

They interpreted the most violent war art, always repaying the giant beasts' sharp claws with even fiercer methods.

Trading broken bones for advancement, wounds for the fatal strike under the savings trait.

Every time war mode is activated, the performance of Damage-bearing Stream Players becomes the focal point of the Player Corps.

As long as they live, they are the guarantee of the Player Corps continuing to stand firm on the battlefield.

As for the injuries and pain in battle... there's this widely circulated saying on the Player Forum.

It's an answer from a well-known Damage-bearing Stream Player, when asked by a rookie how to reduce pain from taking damage:

"Pain is inevitable, but every scar is a gamble for victory, also a trust in teammates behind me. As long as they keep outputting, I fear no pain... Remember, when you attempt an all-out charge, fear will naturally be crushed by the sense of accomplishment."

This sentence reflects the heart of countless Damage-bearing Stream Players who choose this path.

When you choose this path, you should understand the burden you need to bear.

The faith-based choice in the players' eyes once again ignites their fierce push.

This time, the Star Network has meticulously organized part of the special battle power, the top forces among players: Old Army Group, Child Group... each has different battlefield positions.

From the high aerial view of the battlefield, the players, Black Tide, Insect Race, and three forces interpret what a natural disaster means in their own ways.

In warfare, the Insect Race operates like a precise killing machine, billions of Insect Warriors advancing over their comrades' corpses, their bodies devoid of space for fear or empathy, their sharp fangs composing a destructive symphony, showcasing an intense killing surge.

In warfare, the Black Tide is the undying nightmare, Evil Spirits when crushed by giant beasts' attacks, spontaneously reorganize, like reborn demons from Hell, death to Evil Spirits never means an end, but a cycle, death is the prelude to rebirth, rebirth is the prologue to dying again in madness, using ceaseless assaults, plunging the Giant Beast Legion into an endless bitter battle.