Monsters Are Coming

Chapter 1461: Chapter 377: We Are the True Protagonists (Part 3)

This giant, purely condensed from shadow energy, stands over several hundred meters tall, devoid of any physical form. As this entity formed, a fearsome pressure swept across the land.

When the head took shape, two flickering shadow flames ignited from its eye sockets.

As the tongues of flame flickered, the surrounding light twisted into distorted threads.

Interwoven shadows outlined and froze into bone armor covered with spikes, three pulsating dark red hearts placed externally near its chest. With each beat, the light within the world dimmed somewhat.

"Devouring Magic King..."

These four words squeezed out from between a dragon descendant’s teeth, as its golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

The power demonstrated by the reinforcements evidently startled the controller hiding in the shadows, prompting them to act personally at this moment.

At the instant the phantom fully materialized, terrifying suppression was cast down like a sky veil.

Warriors of the Dragon Wing Clan around the battlefield bent their spines, bones creaking under invisible pressure.

Blood within the dragon descendant began to boil, scales rising.

It felt that it should not let the reinforcements brought by Ji Chen face such a terrifying entity alone; at this time, it ought to join the battle.

Just as it gathered strength, preparing to move, a hand gently pressed on its shoulder.

"Hold calm and stay." Ji Chen’s voice was very calm.

"They are enduring a death battle, how can I stand by while the reinforcements face formidable enemies alone?"

Ji Chen’s lips curved slightly upward, eyes on the battlefield:

"Death battle? Old descendant, you clearly misunderstand, this is merely their game, as for those fallen in battle... they actually don’t mind, the game has just begun."

Just then, the earth’s tremors intensified.

The dragon descendant suddenly turned his head towards the battlefield, only to see a figure float up within the player army’s main combat warband.

This figure was precisely the Divine King.

At this moment, raising his right hand, he lifted a battle array token above his head.

Spending 25 million sacrificial power to purchase, accommodating 10,000 to 99,999 players, the ten-thousand-level battle formation "Eternal Yama" initiated.

"Brothers, I’ll form the head, each of you take your positions."

Accompanying the Divine King’s call within the warband channel.

Instantaneously, unseen forces tore open the cloud layer above the battlefield, billions of luminous spiritual patterns surged from the token, intertwining into a massive array framework centered on the Divine King, like stars flowing.

Countless spiritual patterns quickly moved and combined, eventually congealing into a complex pattern covering the earth. Golden-red flames ignited at the edges, seemingly transforming the entire sky into a melting furnace for tempering divine weapons.

Suddenly, the player corps engaged in a fierce fight moved.

Three already formed battle arrays collapsed and shattered, figures within the arrays swiftly rushing towards the ten-thousand-level battle array formed by the Divine King.

According to countless early rehearsals, they stood at luminous node positions.

As more players settled, the token above the Divine King’s head burst forth with dazzling light.

Soon, all 99,999 figures had taken their positions.

Some players had fallen in the previous battle, replaced by substitutes from other groups taking their spots.

Their spinal cords simultaneously lit up, resonating with the spiritual pattern array overhead.

Life Soul Power continuously erupted from within, injecting "fresh blood" into this player array.

Suddenly, the entire battle formation exploded with blinding radiance.

"Rise!"

The Divine King’s voice sounded like thunder breaking.

At the center of the array, the spiritual patterns abruptly contracted inward, perfectly merging the aura of 99,999 players. Black streamers soared skyward, interwove in the air, ultimately forming into the phantom of a Demon God, standing tall and firm.

The phantom wore a war helmet, its face covered with a menacing mask.

The visible eyes burned with flames more intense than the sun, the armor composed of 23,829 damage-taker players, congealed Stone Statue Ghost Souls.

Behind it, radiance wound around, forming a golden wheel in which twelve uniquely shaped energy weapons were embedded. Just hung there, warding off the incoming shadow energy like the tide receding.

The arrangement of the battle formation’s attributes, inspired by Li Tie, captain of the Old Army Group.

Each "battle array attribute" became a war weapon.

The Yama phantom slowly raised its hand at this point, five fingers opened for an instant, drawing all spiritual energy out of the battlefield.

Originally rampant shadow tendrils shattered inch by inch in the spiritual energy vacuum; even the Shadow Giant Hand formed by the Devouring Magic King showed significant halt.

When the Yama phantom clenched its fist, a golden light spanning heaven and earth abruptly illuminated from its form, whatever shadow, wailing or fear encountered, was ground into purest energy particles, extracted and transformed into the Yama’s strength through Energy Absorption.

The dragon descendant stared at the Yama phantom towering even over the Shadow Giant, body trembling.

Feeling the tyrannical strength formed by countless wills layered together, it suddenly understood the meaning of "game" from Ji Chen’s mouth.

Never had it seen such a terrifying battle formation.

Evidently, this was not simply an accumulation of power, but the perfect resonance manifestation of 99,999 wills.

Every breath of the battle formation’s phantom seemed to make the entire world pulse.

"What... what kind of power is this?" The dragon descendant’s voice carried disbelief, hoarse.

Roar!

The Devouring Magic King’s shadow giant body let out a terrifying roar.

The surface’s three dark red hearts pounded intensely, surging torrents of black tide, countless shadow tentacles erupted from the black tide, each entwined with the Power of Death capable of corroding all, strangle towards the Yama Dharma.

The gold flame under the Yama mask’s twin eyes soared.