Free Web NovelChapter 238: Chapter238-Otherworldly Projection
The dust finally settled on the battlefield of Zone 1. Under Alan’s command, the Order Legion wiped out the last batch of demon race players who were still putting up a desperate resistance.
The once impregnable main city defense line had completely collapsed. The remaining players of Zone 1 laid down their weapons, no longer possessing even the slightest strength to resist.
Before long, a series of region-wide announcements echoed across the entire plane.
[Region-wide Announcement: Zone 1 has fallen completely and has officially surrendered to John’s faction of Zone 5!]
[Defeat Penalty: All players of Zone 1 will have their levels reduced by 30. Half of their Divine Class Points will be cleared. All resources and guild assets within the zone will be taken over by the Zone 5 Overlord Guild. For the next hundred years, Zone 1 must pay 30% of its resources to Zone 5.]
[Victory Reward: All players of Zone 5 gain +15 levels, +2,000 Divine Class Points, and a 5% increase to all attributes. Full resource extraction rights across Zone 1 have been unlocked.]
Before the echoes of the announcement had fully faded, good news arrived from Zone 2 as well.
John swept through the entire Death Guild main city. Dragonfire filled the sky, burning away the last traces of Demonic Aura. After Anya’s fall, Zone 2 was left leaderless. The remaining demon race players lost all will to fight and were quickly routed across the board.
Another announcement resounded through heaven and earth.
[Region-wide Announcement: Zone 2 has fallen completely and has officially submitted to John’s faction of Zone 5!]
[Defeat Penalty: All players of Zone 2 will have their levels reduced by 30. Half of their Divine Class Points will be cleared. All buildings, equipment, and supplies within the zone will be transferred to the Overlord Guild. Zone 2 will permanently remain under the command and jurisdiction of Zone 5.]
[Victory Reward: All players of Zone 5 gain 1 billion gold coins and 100 million Fame. A cross-zone supply buff has been activated, increasing gathering and drop rates by 10%.]
With the two announcements falling one after another, the war that had swept across three great zones finally came to an end.
From this moment onward, every human player faction in the game had come under John’s rule.
The long-divided human plane had, for the first time, achieved true unification.
Above the Overlord main city of Zone 5, countless players rose into the air. Their cheers surged across the land like crashing waves.
The streets, city walls, and floating islands were packed with people. Every face was filled with excitement and joy.
Years of war had finally ended. Now, the entire human race had been forged into a single force, free of internal strife.
Members of the major guilds and independent players alike shouted at the top of their lungs, celebrating the unification of humanity. The entire scene was unimaginably lively.
John hovered ten thousand meters above the ground. His white-gold military uniform snapped loudly in the wind as he calmly looked down at the cheering crowd below.
But just as the noise reached its peak, the entire sky suddenly darkened.
The once clear firmament was covered by a boundless expanse of light and shadow.
An enormous three-dimensional projection appeared out of thin air, covering more than half of the human plane and instantly drawing everyone’s gaze.
The roaring crowd fell silent in an instant. Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked up, their faces filled with astonishment and curiosity.
No one had ever seen such a phenomenon before. For a moment, murmurs and discussions rose from every direction.
John frowned slightly. His body slowly ascended as he fixed his gaze on the scene within the projection, his expression gradually turning grave.
Inside the projection was a vast, desolate, unfamiliar space.
Shattered boulders drifted between heaven and earth. Savage astral winds howled through the void, and the air was filled with dense otherworldly energy.
At the center of the scene, a group of blood-soaked human powerhouses had been completely surrounded.
The ones encircling them were several tall figures with massive wings growing from their backs.
They were Wingborn powerhouses.
Pale cyan wind-element magic swirled around their bodies. With every beat of their wings, violent gales erupted. The pressure radiating from them was terrifying beyond measure.
John’s eyes sharpened.
With his powerful perception, he could clearly tell that every single one of those Wingborn powerhouses had reached Level 500.
As for the surrounded humans, even the strongest among them had only reached Level 400.
A gap of a full hundred levels lay between the two sides.
The difference in strength was like an uncrossable chasm.
John’s heart sank slightly. With such an overwhelming disparity, the situation of those human powerhouses was extremely dire.
The image drew closer, revealing the appearances of the surrounded human powerhouses.
Every one of them was dressed in rags. Their armor was cracked and broken, and their robes were soaked through with blood. Many had lost limbs. Some were missing arms, others had lost their legs, and blood still seeped constantly from their wounds.
Yet even while heavily injured, not a single one of them bent their knees.
They stood shoulder to shoulder, using their broken bodies to form a defensive line, firmly protecting the old man at the center of their group.
The old man’s name was Leon.
He was the previous Lord of Valhalla, who had vanished many years ago.
He sat slumped atop a floating piece of rubble, his face as pale as paper and his aura so weak it was nearly gone. A wound on his chest was so deep that bone could be seen, and blood continued to flow from it. He was clearly on the verge of death.
Even so, he still exhausted the last of his strength to keep his back straight. There was not the slightest trace of fear in his clouded eyes, only an unyielding edge.
These people were all top Mythic powerhouses of the previous generation of humanity. Once, they had been the pillars supporting the entire human plane.
The moment John saw Leon’s face clearly, his pupils contracted violently, and disbelief appeared on his face.
He had long heard that several decades ago, the Lord of Valhalla had led a group of human powerhouses away, only for all of them to disappear without a trace. The entire plane had searched for them, yet found nothing.
He had never imagined that they had been trapped in this mysterious space beyond the world.
The ordinary players below did not know who these people were. They simply watched the tragic scene in the projection with shock and confusion, whispering among themselves.
Only John’s heart churned violently.
He knew the buried history behind all of this.
Back then, when the Wingborn launched a massive invasion of the plane and catastrophe loomed over humanity, these human powerhouses had possessed supreme authority and endless resources. Even if they had chosen to live in comfort and enslave their own people, no one would have dared criticize them.
Yet they had resolutely abandoned everything.
They had taken the initiative to step into the perilous space beyond the world, blocking the invading foreign race army and building the first barrier for humanity.
For decades, no word had come from them.
And now that they had finally appeared again, they were in such a tragic state.
John’s heart was filled with doubt.
The space beyond the world had always been isolated from the human plane. Under normal circumstances, it should never project images into the human plane. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
This sudden projection today—was it merely a coincidence, or had someone deliberately caused it?
He stared intently at the projection, silently waiting for the situation to unfold.
The atmosphere of confrontation grew increasingly oppressive.
The tallest Wingborn powerhouse slowly stepped forward. His massive wings folded lightly behind him as his golden vertical pupils swept over the battered human powerhouses. The corner of his mouth curled into an extremely contemptuous smile.
"I have to admit, you humans do have some resilience. The fact that you managed to pass the first stage of the Beyondworld Trial and reach this place has already exceeded our expectations.
"But the second stage of the trial is guarded by us Wingborn.
"Your path ends here."
One of the human powerhouses who could still move clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth, "We admit defeat. We will withdraw from the trial and never set foot here again."
Hearing that they wished to retreat, the Wingborn powerhouses burst into mocking laughter.
They looked at the trapped humans like cats toying with mice.
The leading Wingborn powerhouse shook his head, his tone filled with ridicule.
"You want to leave?
"How could it possibly be that easy?
"The rules are ours to decide. If you want to leave, fine. Every last one of you will kneel and crawl through our legs.
"As long as you do that, I may show mercy and spare your lives."
