Monsters Are Coming-Chapter 1044 - 283: Bigger Is Better, Bigger Is Stronger

Mo Ran: The people upstairs started again, didn't they? Yesterday they were saying the Monster Stream was done for, and now they're revealing their past faces with the latest enhancements. Honestly, the Monster Stream isn't even worthy to lift the shoes of the main Star Vein gameplay, so stop deceiving newbies into playing. I suggest Monster Stream players collectively switch to the Mount Stream, which will never fade away and will eternally continue alongside the main Star Vein gameplay (funny.jpg).

One Second Six Sticks: The initiation of the Dharma Tyrant is so expensive, costing a million just to start using it. And what exactly is "Momentum"? I've seen it several times on the forums, can any Strategy Party veteran come out and explain?

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As players discussed the new features enthusiastically.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted in the northern district of the Imperial Tomb Village.

The earth heaved like waves accompanied by the sound of shattering rock. A sinister building emerged from the ground.

The building looked like a giant beast's skull, with its entrance being the beast's gaping maw with two rows of sharp stone pillars. Three massive curved bone horns extended from the top, covered in spiritual patterns, flashing fiercely in the golden light of the Imperial Tomb Village.

Embedded in the center of the building's forehead was a golden imprint, resembling the single eye of the beast surveying below, emitting suffocating suppression.

The whole building seemed to breathe, producing rhythmic rumbling with the energy waves emanating from the Imperial Tomb Village, as if it were a dormant ancient beast.

At the entrance of the building, a plaque made from the skull of some massive creature hung, with fiery text burning on it: Path of Tyrant.

Seen from high above, the building looks like the severed head of an ancient beast.

Players who participated in the Giant Domain Campaign instantly recognized that the head's design matched the most powerful unit in the campaign, the leader of the Giant Beast Legion: Divine Tiger.

Simultaneously, a new Divine Tiger head icon appeared on the map's northern district of Imperial Tomb Village, which opens a related introduction when focused on.

[Tyrant Hall]:

Feature building introduction: Anyone who enters here must forge a throne with flesh and blood. This is a road of evolution for predators. Setting foot in the Tyrant Hall means you are making the most primitive challenge declaration to this world.

Players can use sacrificial power within the Tyrant Hall to open their own Tyrant growth path.

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The emergence of new feature buildings immediately attracted a large number of players.

Especially the Strategy Party players, as it's a great chance to earn popularity on the forums. They all want to seize the time to quickly release related strategy posts.

A few minutes ago, heading toward the Colorful Mist Coast.

The night breeze enveloped in slightly salty seawater blew gently.

The sky hung low, stars like scattered diamonds across the night sky, intertwined with the bioluminescent algae leaping on the sea surface.

The traces left by intense battles during the day on players' hearts have been gently erased by the tide.

At this moment, countless players gathered by the beach for vacation. The coast was lively with voices yet oddly tranquil.

In groups, players walked barefoot on the fine silver sand, leaving behind strings of shallow and deep footprints.

Some players set up bonfires, the orange-red light reflecting on their seawater-covered smiling faces.

Some lay on the beach with eyes closed, letting the waves gently kiss their ankles.

Further away, several Magic players were drawing brilliant light patterns in the night sky, releasing Ink Flames like fireworks to celebrate in their own way.

On the sea, dozens of small boats lit with colorful lights floated, players either sitting or reclining, raising their glasses and drinking.

Now and then, players fishing in the sea would burst out of the water with a splash, causing crystalline splashes and waves of laughter and playful teasing.

Spirit Chef players set up temporary stalls, the scent of grilled fish mixed with the rich aroma of fruit wine swirling in the night breeze.

At one corner, three players skewered sea fish with blades for grilling, the dripping oil sizzling on the charcoal, with laughter emerging from their exchanges.

Not far away, two assassin stream players were playing a throwing game with daggers, drawing cheers whenever the sharp dagger precisely nailed the tree trunk.

Near the rocky area, Night Shadow Clan players dressed like minstrels plucked harps, with the melodious tunes rising and falling with the waves, singing tales of beauty recorded in ancient books from their clan's past — the ancient stories before they descended on Earth.

Further out, a group of Gills Fish Clan players were indulged in a comical underwater wrestling match.

Defeated contestants thrown into the water splashed up waves, drawing laughter from watching players.

Several Abyss Fish Clan players transformed into Extreme Speed Fish form, darting back and forth on the outskirts of the contest, occasionally using their tails to stir up water splashes to disrupt the event.

Even players from Divine Hall Guild, who usually engaged in fierce battles in the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range, were lounging in deck chairs on the beach in groups.

Their Rune Resonance Weapons turned into iced fruit juices and fine wines. Their discussions shifted from tactical deployments to humorous teases about the Earth Thought Bully.

Thinking about this old opponent's setbacks brought them no small amount of satisfaction.

During the period, a Night Demon Clan player drank too much high-strength spiritual fruit wine. Drunk, they jumped onto the table to recount their exaggerated story of independently battling 180 robotic vacuum cleaners when first entering the game, causing an uproarious laugh among their teammates.

The tide rhythmically roared, as if nature itself were keeping pace with this post-battle revelry.

The fierce clashes and life-and-death struggles of the day turned into a glorious past in memories at this moment.

It's a unique kind of romance for players to be able to dance on the edge of life and death yet still easily enjoy bliss.

Instead of getting trapped in the grief from tribe members and loved ones dying in wars, unable to break free.

The night wind was boisterous, yet the atmosphere was uniquely intense.

But at this moment, the tranquility was not an ending but the most beautiful interlude before the start of the next legend.

At one corner of the beach.

Reveling in juice and good food, Dark Night Will Come was leisurely leaning against a rock, eyes squinted, listening to the Divine King recount this battle's thrilling arrangement.

At this moment, update notifications sounded in all players' minds.

The Divine King, who was talking about "God's Hand" from visitor No. 1, instinctively raised his head to look at Dark Night Will Come, reclining on the beach rock:

"Dark Night Brother, work's here, waiting for you to release the strategy post later."

"Hmm, I'll post later."

Upon hearing the update notification, Dark Night Will Come immediately stood up, brushing off sand from his body, then turned to head towards the teleportation point.

Midway, Dark Night Will Come drank his juice in one gulp, casually tossing the glass behind, drawing a sparkling arc in the air that landed steadily in the recycling bin.

When he arrived at the teleportation point, the laziness in his eyes was completely gone, replaced with fiery sharpness.

The next battle belongs to him!

When the teleportation array's blue light illuminated beneath him, the merriment and laughter on the beach were isolated outside.