Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster.

Chapter 781 This is not salvation, but a natural disaster!

"not good!"

"He wants to abandon us and run away!"

Lady Xingxiang immediately realized this and then screamed.

Upon hearing her words, the other evil gods also seemed to awaken from a dream, their hearts trembling.

It should be noted that this area, known as the Gathering Place of Extreme Punishment, was created by the Tyrant of Extreme Punishment and is the culmination of His life's work.

If we're talking about investment in this area, no evil god can compare to the Extreme Punishment Tyrant.

Even so, He still resolutely chose to flee like a stray dog.

They even disregarded past relationships and left them here to draw fire!
The sheer terror of the crisis warned of is self-evident...

"It's the Rift of Crossing Boundaries! He opened the Rift of Crossing Boundaries with the remains of the Violent Maiden!"

"He wanted to escape alone, leaving us here to draw the attackers' attention!"

In that very short time, the Tyrant of Punishment had already arrived at the dark border of the gathering place in full view of everyone.

It directly used the remains of the virgin of lust as a sacrifice to open a rift leading to an unknown place, and then flew in without hesitation, showing no intention of lingering in its old lair.

"A bunch of damn idiots..."

"Even when you're about to die, you still try to hide it, causing me to lose the meeting place..."

"In that case, stay here and draw that horrible thing's attention!"

The Tyrant of Extreme Punishment sneered inwardly, and as he left, he did not forget to inject a stream of power into his Punishment Land, triggering the power at the center of the region.

Boom!

In an instant, a spatial fluctuation rose from the central Punishment Land, rapidly eroding the surrounding area and plunging the entire region into an extremely unstable state.

In this way, these guys will be trapped here and obediently become bait to divert the enemy's attention!
After doing all this, He didn't stop, but ran desperately towards the end of the rift without looking back.

He temporarily left the place of trouble.

But the other evil gods in the assembly area fared much worse.

"asshole!"

"That hateful and despicable bastard, Extreme Punishment, has caused the regional fragments to riot!"

They were terrified and instantly understood why the tyrant of extreme punishment had done this.

After a moment of shock.

The more quick-thinking of the evil gods were already racing with their thoughts.

After exchanging a glance, the Duke of Fear and Lady of Fragrance both had a cold glint in their eyes.

Seeing this, the creature that had brought a tentacle had already quietly retracted it and disappeared without a trace.

"Father……"

While the tyrannical, big-headed monster son of the Extreme Punishment Tyrant was still immersed in horror and bewilderment.

A sudden change occurred!

boom!
The eerie tentacles and soil surged in an instant, fear coalesced into mist, intertwined with it, and together they pounced on the unsuspecting drowning boatman in a flash.

The next moment, accompanied by a scream, the soul of the drowned boatman was instantly swallowed up.

Of course, the big-headed monster and the other weaker members of the gathering were also instantly killed by them.

Upon seeing this, the Blood River Saint Lord, who controlled the crimson stream at the gathering place, attacked the couple without hesitation and let out a roar.

"stop!"

"Duke of Fear, Lady of Fragrance, what do you intend to do?!"

"Have they already forgotten the oath they took when they entered the assembly place?!"

The Duke of Fear summoned his powerful Fear Squires to block the attack and cover Lady Scent of Blood as she retrieved several bodies.

Upon hearing Blood River Saint Lord's words, He let out a cold laugh.

"Idiot! Save your disgusting words for other idiots!"

"Darling, let's go!"

Having achieved his goal, the Duke of Fear quickly left with Lady Fragrance, showing no desire to entangle with her.

During the journey, the two spat.

"Holy Lord? Does He even deserve that title? The First Oath-Taker, Extreme Punishment, has already abandoned us and fled. And yet we are still expected to faithfully uphold His rules?"

"Ridiculous! Anyone who didn't know better would think this guy was incredibly loyal and righteous!"

"They simply want to establish their authority and gain control of the assembly hall..."

Lady Xingxiang coldly continued, "...If you want to rise to power, you should at least understand the situation. Even the Extreme Punishment has run away. Such a crisis is definitely not something the gathering place can withstand!"

Having said that, she looked at the Duke of Fear: "My dear, sacrifice the entire garden and castle to the graveyard with your blood. Perhaps we can gain enough power to resist the effects of the spatial upheaval and leave this place!"

The Grand Duke of Fear nodded grimly: "This is the only way. I don't know if there's enough time..."

……

At the gathering place, after the Duke of Fear and Lady of Fragrance left, the Holy Lord of Blood River looked at the other members of the gathering.

"Gentlemen, the Tyrant of Extreme Punishment has cut off our retreat. We have nowhere to retreat. Now is not the time for fratricide. We must unite against a common enemy to have any chance of survival, otherwise..."

boom--

He had not finished speaking.

A violent tremor came from the border. The evil gods looked in horror and saw that the dark border was coated with a layer of azure blue, and it was spreading in all directions with a terrifying trend!
It won't be long before the entire gathering area is completely enveloped by this unknown force!

"Damn it, what is that?!"

The pupils of the evil gods shrank sharply, and they did not react immediately.

"That's...candlelight?!"

At the same time, Gailu, who was frantically searching for a way to escape in the blood-red deep sea, also saw this scene through his eyeballs on the surface of the sea, and he instantly felt his scalp tingle.

broken!

That damn candle actually shone over here!!!
"Hurry to the other end!"

The Blood River Saint Lord made a decisive decision: whether to resist or retreat, they could not withstand the sharp edge of the candlelight.

however.

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

Just as the evil gods were running towards the other end of the darkness, another violent tremor struck, followed by orange-red flames that began to spread across the other side of the dark boundary...

"It's a campfire!"

Some of the evil gods who had a connection with the campfire were instantly terrified.

"I'll fuck you!"

Some people with heretical beliefs, who cannot yet be called gods, broke down emotionally upon seeing this scene.

The evil gods who led the Blood River Saint Lord also felt a chill in their hearts upon seeing this situation.

However, there was some good news as well.

Just the next moment.

A violent ripple suddenly appeared in the azure sky.

Immediately afterwards, a blood-red figure descended from the sky with a mournful howl.

"Do not--"

He is an extreme tyrant!
He was intercepted!
Upon seeing this, some of the evil gods' eyes lit up, and they suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

……

"You almost actually got away..."

At this moment, in the dark boundary, Rogue, who was manipulating the power of the spirit candle, sneered.

Although the agreed-upon time for the players has not yet arrived, the Tyrant of Punishment's preemptive move has forced him to take action first and imprison all these evil gods.

It turned out that calling for help from the campfire was the right thing to do; if the other party hadn't joined forces with the candlelight to intercept them, the tyrant might have really escaped.

In such a situation, even if the other party begs for mercy or even offers to give up all their treasured possessions to save their life, it's still a possibility.

But Roger couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

You actually want to trade my and the players' loot for your life?!

That's so rude!

He truly is an evil, despicable, and cunning god!
It must be removed!

"Lord Rogge."

At that moment, a message came from the other campfire, which should have been from Agoni.

"When do we start?"

"In five minutes." Roger glanced at the time.

Although the unexpected situation forced the lockdown to be brought forward, which consumed a lot of resources, he did not intend to move it forward.

After all, which game releases its major events ahead of schedule? It's always been delayed or postponed.

"This……"

Upon hearing Rogge's words, Agoni, who was standing by the campfire, immediately frowned.

The other three members who were manipulating the power of the campfire with him immediately raised objections.

"Take action early, but still have to wait?"

"...Supporting the cage is taking too much energy; the candlelight is trying to deplete the power of the campfire!"

"I'm afraid they might still want to attack us after the war ends!"

"...I knew it! I knew this candlelight wasn't all that kind!"

“I propose we retreat immediately…” The charcoal beast rider’s face immediately darkened.

however.

Before they could finish their discussion, they heard another message from the other side.

"The cost of waiting is borne by the candlelight."

Upon hearing this, the four people paused in their discussion.

But the charcoal-covered beast rider still frowned and reminded him, "Don't be fooled. Even if the candlelight bears the cost, it's after the war is over..."

The words of the charcoal beast rider came to an abrupt end.

Because he suddenly felt the pure flame emanating from the candlelight.

Clearly, the candlelight wasn't just making empty promises; it had already stuffed food into their mouths to fill their bellies.

Upon seeing this, Agoni chuckled: "...Although Candlelight's words and actions are strange, it has never broken its promise to us."

"..." The charred beast rider remained silent, keeping quiet.

……

Candlelight Island.

Countless players were densely packed across the sea and islands, some by boat and some on horseback, all fully armed and ready for battle.

This scene wasn't isolated; it was the same in other "servers," since the number of players was so large that one Candle Island simply couldn't accommodate them all.

Before them was a vast, illusory gate that extended into an incredibly wide avenue leading directly into Candlelight Island.

Looking at the huge door, the players were already impatient and scratching their heads in frustration.

"call……"

Li Miao, clad in heavy armor, stretched his shoulders and exhaled.

The Candlelight Steed beneath him snorted and lightly trotted its hooves, seemingly just as impatient.

"Damn it, why isn't the door open yet?"

"It's not time yet."

"Damn, with so many people, don't crash the server and make it need maintenance..."

"Guys, I'm starting to feel the lag..."

"Idiot! It was your dad who cast an ice spell on you from behind, hahaha..."

The players passed the time laughing and joking, showing no fear of the upcoming "war," only impatience with the wait.

Finally, after a long wait.

After that "war start time", it finally went to zero.

Rumble!
The enormous, illusory gate began to open, causing the sea and space to tremble.

In an instant, some players who had been waiting for a long time shouted excitedly at the opportune moment.

"Brothers! Hearts, open!!!"

"For the candlelight!!!"

"The candlelight shines! Burning away all filth!!!"

"Damn it, charge! Fuck them all!!!"

Some reined in their horses and drew their swords, some shouted themselves hoarse, and some even unleashed flashy spells to carry out their mission in this battle.

The atmosphere reached an unprecedented peak at this moment!
Hey.

Li Miao smoothed down his armor on his forehead, yanked the reins hard, and flames of battle rose from his body as he let out a deafening roar!

Rumble!
Countless players filed in.

……

The players were in high spirits.

The emotions of the evil gods at the gathering place were completely opposite to theirs.

"enough!"

The Tyrant of Extreme Punishment had a cold, single eye, its blood-red flames and lightning flashing, forcefully intimidating all the assembly members present.

"It's no use saying anything more now. With a formidable enemy at hand, our lives are hanging by a thread. What good would it do to determine who is right and who is wrong?!"

"The only way out now is for us to fight against this damned candlelight together, so that we may have a glimmer of hope!"

The tyrant of extreme punishment gritted his teeth as he stared at the azure sky.

Even though He, the dignified master of the assembly, had humbled himself and begged for mercy from the candlelight, the other party still refused to let him go.

He didn't even bother to take action himself, simply imprisoning himself here as if he were looking at an ant!
The candlelight dared to look down on him so scornfully!
Tolerable or unbearable!
Since things have come to this, even in death, He will bite off a piece of the other's flesh!

Upon hearing his words, the other evil gods, though unwilling, had no choice but to admit that this was the only option for them now.

After all, this is still the home ground of the Extreme Punishment Tyrant, and they have no way to kill the other side.

Instead of continuing their infighting, cooperation is the only way to have a chance of survival.

After making the decision, the various evil gods mobilized their power and subordinates to begin preparations for a do-or-die battle.

But before they could prepare, the real crisis arrived as expected.

"That is……"

Suddenly, a member of the gathering looked up at the sky, his voice trembling.

……

"Honey, faster! Faster!"

"It's too late! Forget about that ant, let it go!"

"Hurry up! Give me all of them!"

Lady Xingxiang urged anxiously.

At this moment, their castles and gardens have been uprooted by their power and are being continuously melted by their respective flames.

Before Lady Xingxiang lay a handful of grave soil exuding an eerie and ominous aura.

Only by sacrificing their castle and gardens to this burial ground can they have a glimmer of hope.

And on the outskirts of this hollow earth.

Cotton stared blankly at everything that was happening before him, feeling both intense pain and a turbulent surge of emotions within him.

Although the suicide of his companion horrified him, his lingering will to survive still drove him to do everything in his power to get away from the deadly situation before him.

He simply couldn't fathom what madness had possessed these two evil gods to uproot the garden teeming with monstrous gardeners and tentacles, as well as the terrifying ancient castle.

They were so anxious that they ignored him, the escapee.

Moreover, in his line of sight, those vein-like streams were also turbulent.

The mountains of corpses and the abyss trembled violently, and countless monsters fled in a frenzy.

The crimson lightning struck relentlessly, as if it were about to shatter his ears.

Bang!
A bloody, giant-footed monster stomped past him. Cotton was startled and instinctively raised his hand to block, but the monster simply swept past him.

call!
Amidst its incessant screams, a terrifying force pulled it away, its mournful howl echoing as its claws left long, bloody gashes beside Cotton.

Everything seemed to foreshadow that this eerie land was descending into a frenzy akin to that of a dying man.

Cotton was still in shock.

What could possibly drive these horrific things to such madness?

Rumble.

The deafening roar made him instinctively look up at the sky, at the azure gate at the edge of the black border.

"That is……"

"Redemption...?"

Cotton muttered to himself, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The illusory door was now open.

Countless knight players galloped in, trampling across the road with deafening roars.

A lowly monster, seeing the new path appear, immediately tried to flee into it.

But before it could take two steps, a cold glint flashed in front of it.

"Get lost, you ugly little monster, where did you come from? Don't block my way from killing the boss!"

A knight player wielded a spear and pierced it through with a "plop," then disdainfully tossed it away like trash.

The mage players followed closely behind, and some even floated in the air, their every move radiating the glow of magic.

"Hey, the Mountain of Flesh? Elite monster, huh? Your mage grandpa's here!"

boom--

The torrent of Metheros pierced directly into a moving mountain of corpses, breaking through all obstacles and splattering blood.

"Wuhu! There's water!"

"Why is the water red?"

"Blood is water too!"

Frogman players leap across the ocean, splashing through the waves.

The colossal summoned creatures cast shadows that blotted out the sky, roaring incessantly, crushing any who stood in their way into the mud with every move, protecting their master as they continued to advance.

Bang bang bang!
Mechanical players traverse the blood-red sky, or open their chests to become mobile artillery turrets, dropping powerful bombs with trailing flames that shake the earth, and pushing the flames to their limits to pierce the sky!

This is not salvation, but a natural disaster.

The apocalyptic catastrophe of the evil god!
(End of this chapter)