Monsters Are Coming-Chapter 868 - 246: It’s Over, Completely Over (Part 3)

The initial contact made the Spirit Breath Clan realize, even elite soldiers struggled to contend with powerful entities among the invading forces.

Only War Sacrifices possessed the strength to suppress small invading groups.

The network spanning the Spirit Breath World unfolded, with the Life Spores drifting through the air acting as surveillance, providing invading force coordinates to the hunting squads.

A grand counter-invasion war commenced.

Compared to the tension of the Spirit Breath Clan, the players remained incredibly relaxed.

After the first round of cross-dimensional warfare ended, the Divine King quickly organized new war forces, preparing to once again descend upon Small Worlds for cross-dimensional warfare.

Unfortunately, during this teleportation round, the Divine King was swallowed by the Space Reverse Flow, and his soul returned to the Imperial Tomb Village on the spot.

Entering the Small World Dungeon was akin to staking one's life like drawing straws.

If luck wasn't on your side and you drew the anti-addiction straw, you'd be forcibly confined to the Little Black House for an hour.

The issue was, the chance of hitting anti-addiction was higher than entering the dungeon.

Ah Lan also found this situation troublesome.

Over 1.2 million sacrificial power had already been consumed more than halfway.

As the initiator of cross-dimensional warfare, he was responsible for supplying energy to the Space Channel.

The expenses for maintaining the Space Transmission costs were enormous.

The Space Transmission Array he built was merely a simplified version; even if the scale of teleportation was reduced, energy loss remained severe.

To continue the war, he could only scrounge for funds everywhere.

Fortunately, refund money was still coming in, barely managing to keep the Space Channel operational.

In this round of cross-dimensional warfare, the players who successfully entered the Small World Dungeon made a fortune, but the seed money for the development of the Moon Eclipse Clan was about to be drained dry.

...

The Blood Pool Army base.

The viscous blood slurry churned within the massive blood cocoon, each throb accompanied by a piercing sound of tearing flesh.

Beside the blood cocoon, the remains of the Final Giant Beast were soaked in the boiling Blood Pool.

Golden blood continuously seeped from the wounds, then absorbed by the tentacles linked to the Final Giant Beast, returned into its body.

This should have been a feasible healing cycle, yet whenever the flesh tried to regenerate, sinister purple lines surfaced deep in the wounds, like a curse hindering the healing process.

Sizzle!

A broken Bone Spike was squeezed out from the shoulder blade of the Final Giant Beast, splattering corrosive black blood onto the adjacent blood cocoon wall, instantly corroding it into a honeycomb-like cavity.

The injuries left by the invading forces led the War Sacrifices hovering by the Blood Pool to opt for severing body parts as a healing method.

Beyond this method, they hadn't found any other solutions.

Meanwhile, the Blood King remained in a coma.

The body wrapped in the blood cocoon was disintegrating.

Connecting to the Final Giant Beast's body allowed the Withering Attribute to spread into the Blood King's body.

Like the Final Giant Beast, the Blood King's wounds also couldn't heal, only able to extend life forcefully through infusions of Life Energy.

If the life infusion is interrupted, the Blood King's life will also reach its end.

"It's still not working." The priest under the Soul King regretfully shook his head.

Many methods had already been attempted to save the Blood King.

But none could effectively disperse the curse energy within the Soul King.

Just a moment ago, they tried to analyze the composition of the purple Curse Energy within the Blood King by connecting hair tendrils to the blood cocoon's neural pathways.

Attempting to find a way to lift the curse through this.

Yet the purple Curse Energy could not be decomposed into any information, being something they had never seen before.

According to this trend, this old king was about to perish under the curse's corrosion.

When the War Sacrifices under the Soul King's command felt helpless about this, a figure appeared by the Blood Pool.

Upon seeing this figure, the hovering War Sacrifices descended by the Blood Pool, dropping to one knee respectfully:

"Soul King."

The figure addressed as the Soul King stood nearly three meters tall, with a body not entirely composed of flesh but existing between half-flesh half-spiritual body.

Dark silver mist-like substances continuously flowed over the surface, barely outlining a humanoid silhouette.

Countless tiny neural light points fluctuated over the misty surface of the body, dispersing and recomposing with the Soul King's breath, creating a hazy mist trail when moving.

Where facial features should have been, only a vortex-shaped spiritual whirl rotated slowly.

This was a trophy from the Soul Pool Army in one of the cross-dimensional wars, serving as the Soul King's current vessel.

"How's the situation?"

Facing the inquiry from the Soul King, the leading War Priest truthfully reported the Blood King's physical condition.

Upon learning that the Blood King's wounds still couldn't heal, the vortex-like face of the Soul King revealed a vague outline of facial features:

"Have you managed to decompose the curse substance?"

"We tried, but couldn't extract any useful information."

"Can you take out the memory capsule to replace with a new body?"

"No, the memory capsule has also been eroded by the curse."

The Soul King, upon hearing this, fell silent briefly and then produced a bottle of red potion in his hand, tossing it to the leading War Priest:

"Try this."

"What is this?" The War Priest, having received the red potion, looked very puzzled.

"It's a potion we seized from the invading force, supposedly capable of healing wounds. It might work for the Blood King."

Upon hearing it was seized from the invading force, the War Priest immediately cut open the lid, extending a tentacle towards the liquid inside the bottle.

But the tentacle halted before touching the liquid.

It realized that attempting to decompose the potion's components now was meaningless.

Besides this potion, they had no other means to heal the Blood King.

Even if it was a potion that intensified the curse, it would only expedite the Blood King's death, not alter the predetermined outcome.

Having figured it out, the War Priest approached the blood cocoon above.

The liquid from the transparent bottle poured down, instantly penetrating the writhing biological membrane upon touching the cocoon surface.

The blood cocoon trembled slightly, and countless minute blood vessel patterns surfaced, greedily absorbing the energy from the potion.

Something unexpected occurred.

After the potion was transmitted to the Blood King, his fragile body due to the curse, with extensively fractured bones, made clear mending sounds as the broken membranes started reweaving, and even the corroded organs began visibly recovering.

The curse energy was swiftly neutralized under this power.

In disbelief, the War Priest watched as the Blood King's muscle fibers wriggled and intertwined like living creatures, eventually healing completely.

The purple patterns on the Blood King's body hadn't fully dissipated, but the recovery power brought by healed wounds was gradually dispelling the curse energy on his surface.

The body officially entered a positive healing loop.

During this process, the Blood King's consciousness also slowly awakened.

The special recovery potion's power eliminated all damage he suffered in the reverse flow channel, and his misplaced consciousness also restored.

At this moment, he opened his bewildered eyes, and instinctually summoned his space bag first thing.

"That was close, the data wasn't lost... Damn!"

Upon seeing twelve thousand sacrificial power, the Little Mage was stunned, his first thought being a bug occurred during transmission.

An error in sacrificial power data transfer caused his sacrificial power to soar.

"Hope it won't roll back."

Feeling excited, the Little Mage then summoned the contact list, ready to share the joy with his good brothers.

But when he opened the friend list and saw 999+ private message requests and the dense messages from his friends, he was instantly aghast.

"Little, you're crazy, quit the guild, we can't afford to support such a deity like you."

"Little, what's your situation now? You're not replying to any messages, just continuously killing, huh? World enemy storyline? What is the hidden storyline reward, is it worth your madness? Can't you collaborate with locals otherwise, to deliver intelligence from within?"

"You brat stay in the Spirit Breath Dungeon World for the rest of your life and never return. Even if you come back, you can't leave the village; outside is full of people wanting to kill you. Your game life will be in the dungeon world from now on. Your old man even nearly disowned you."

Seeing the activated blocking feature in the lower-right corner, the Little Mage was even more dumbfounded.

"No, wasn't it just a transmission failure, is it necessary…."

Before finishing his sentence, the Little Mage discovered seemingly many new things in his mind.

The Blood King's memories, the process of him leading the Blood Pool Super Beast Army, brutally slaughtering players... All this information surged into his mind as his wounds continued to heal.

He suddenly realized he hadn't encountered a data packet loss, but was fortunately drawn into a hidden storyline during transmission.

This mode was akin to a delegation mode; his consciousness was entirely hosted by the Blood King's memories, earning profits just by being inactive.

But the problem is….

Thinking of his actions under the idle mode, the Little Mage glanced again at the 999+ private message requests, feeling utterly shattered:

"Finished, all finished, I'm doomed."

"Came here in good condition, but can't go back."