Monsters Are Coming-Chapter 1028 - 280: Monster Afterglow, the Reason Why Failure Is Not an Option

As time progresses, the mode of war is changing.

The three great natural disasters could only exploit flaws through collisions with each other.

Unable to break through the other two lines, they simultaneously chose the optimal solution for war.

To attack the Giant Beast Legion, initiating a resource war.

Competing for who can seize more resources from the Giant Domain. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The flesh and blood of the giant beasts are seen by the three forces as nourishment for their own growth.

The battlefield at this moment turns into a slaughterhouse for giant beasts.

The onslaught of the three great disasters is like three Divine Punishment Blades, dissecting the Giant Beast Legion from different angles with precision and cruelty.

In the Player Faction, the golden barrages from the Star Network pour down like a torrential rain.

The golden sand sea boils and surges, with magic players in the rear transforming into Elemental Cannons.

Each magic player receives different coordinate prompts, and the seemingly random elemental bombardment is actually calculated every time.

In the main battle line direction, a Gilded Giant Whale, stretching a thousand meters, stirs up colossal waves.

The first round of bombardment descends instantly, like a meteor shower, landing precisely on the whale's surface. The shockwaves from the elemental explosion cause the massive beast to wail in pain, golden blood oozing from the gaps of its scales.

The gigantic body moves sideways amid the churning Elemental Torrent.

And the second wave of elemental assault follows closely.

The landing spot precisely where the Gilded Giant Whale was blown by the explosion shockwave.

The two waves of attack are released in quick succession, but the Star Network had long calculated the target displacement from the first bombardment, pre-locking the location for the second.

Then followed by the third and fourth rounds.

From the moment the first bombardment began, the death of the Gilded Giant Whale proceeded according to the script written by the Star Network.

Ultimately, under the frenzied rounds of bombardment, the Gilded Giant Whale was reduced to flying shreds of flesh.

At the forefront of the close-quarters battlefield, Damage-taking Stream and Warrior Flow players charged over the sand waves, their bodies constantly colliding with the weak points of the Crystal Nest, while assassin players repeatedly interrupted with the Sealing Spirit Attribute, preventing the Crystal Nest from spewing out self-exploding small jellyfish.

The disparity in combat power was completely reversed under the Star Network's calculation that controlled the entire situation.

The seemingly vast power of the Giant Beast Legion, at this moment, was like a moth trapped in a spider's web, the more it struggled, the more tightly it was entangled by the deadly strands.

The Star Network wove a death web with the players' flesh and magic, trapping the Giant Beast Legion in an inescapable predicament.

Rather than calling it a war, it was more like a pre-scripted drama.

The Star Network acted as the director, holding the script, with every movement of the Giant Beast Legion's warriors leading them to death following its calculated path.

What made the players feel absurd was that their seemingly chaotic actions were, in fact, paving the way for the next wave of offense.

For instance, the magic bombardment from magic players was not only in pursuit of ultimate power but also deliberately creating shockwaves to push the Giant Beast Warriors to predetermined "slaughter positions."

The body collisions of Damage-takers were not merely for tearing open the battlefield, but, like a billiard master, using precise collision angles to have the giant beasts interfere with each other, moving in a trajectory set by the Star Network.

Even the struggles of the giant beasts became a part of the Star Network's tactical adjustments.

At this time, in the Star Network's battlefield stereoscopic map, countless threads crisscrossed, each representing a war rehearsal trajectory.

And the consciousness of the Star Network moved through billions of threads, with each calculation weaving a tighter death web.

On the Black Tide side.

The Earth Thought Evil Spirit adopted the latest tactics.

The Evil Spirit, under its control, entered like a bone-attached disease through the exhaust vents of the Melted Gold Giant Turtle's shell chimney, and when the giant turtle accumulated magma for spraying, the Evil Spirit self-destructed inside the pipes, causing this moving volcano to collapse internally.

Whenever an Evil Spirit was killed during the process, it would turn into a curse seal that adhered to the surface of the giant beast.

The counterattack of the Black Tide Army was fully harnessed at this moment, with each Evil Spirit being a fatal parasite targeting the Giant Beast Warriors.

The more Evil Spirits killed, the denser the curse seals would entangle the giant beasts.

Ultimately being devoured into skeletons in agony, and even the skeletons would be reduced to nutrients for the Black Tide, creating more Evil Spirits to join the battlefield.

The tactics of the Earth Thought Evil Spirit resembled a death cycle, where the death of one's Evil Spirit meant rebirth and also heralded a fiercer attack, and the death of a Giant Beast Warrior became a source of power making the Black Tide stronger.

Although weaker in terms of combat power, in terms of system comparison, the Black Tide held an absolute advantage.

It could even be said, this was a crushing advantage.

The defensive system the Giant Beast Warriors prided themselves on was as fragile as thin paper under the Power of Corrosion of the Black Tide, completely trapped in the death cycle trap woven by the Earth Thought Evil Spirit.

On the Insect Tide side.

Insect Warriors under the control of the Main Brain turned into a death tide, one after another, endlessly crashing against the golden shore formed by the Giant Beast Legion.

The first wave of the Insect Tide shattered amidst the roar of the giant beasts, shells and limbs flying, yet paving a bloody road on the sand sea, creating a spreading Fungus Carpet.

The second wave of the Insect Tide charged stepping on the corpses of their comrades, the scythes and acid carving cracks into the scales of the giant beasts.

The third wave of the Insect Tide flowed through the cracks, using their flesh and blood to forcefully widen the "wounds" of the Giant Beast Legion, carving out a bloody path.

Fourth wave, fifth wave, sixth wave... unending, the mournful cries of the giant beasts drowned out by the screeching of the swarms, and continuously the remains of giant beasts fall onto the Fungus Carpet to be swallowed and digested.

The swarm has no tactics, nor does it need them; their sheer numbers are their greatest strength, with every fallen Insect Warrior serving as a stepping stone for those behind, and every splash of corrosive blood carving a bloody path to ultimate victory.