My Player 2

Chapter 300 Towing a Boat

"Abyss Tower, this is Cerberus, we have reached the critical point and are ready to break through the world barrier."

"Cerberus, this...zizizi...tower, the world...zizizizi...is...strange...and...dangerous..."

The intermittent cross-dimensional communication cast a gloomy shadow over the captain's expression.

This is a remote area of ​​the World Tree, so it is normal that the signal is poor.

But the captain's thousands of years of towing experience made him realize that there was a high probability that something would go wrong next.

The target to be dragged this time is a new seed world. The "corrosive liquid" that melts the world's civilization was injected into it thousands of years ago, and now it is time to extract it.

If nothing goes wrong, this will be a simple matter of following the procedure.

But in this line of work, it would be an accident if nothing unexpected happened. The captain is already prepared for battle.

"Master, we have broken through the wall of the world and are assessing the drag resistance."

While the captain was distracted, the Cerberus had already entered the seed world.

The flesh battleship from the abyss stretched out its scarlet flesh tentacles, and the densely packed eyes on the tentacles opened together, like hungry leeches, staring greedily at this fresh world.

【Resistance level:③】

This is the information on the data panel, indicating that in this world that has been injected with "corrosive fluid", there are still three civilizations that have not been dissolved.

This is normal. After all, the "corrosive liquid" was issued by the Abyss, and several leaders wanted to get their hands on it. Naturally, the quality is not as good as the good products on the market. If some corners are missed, the worst that can happen is that they can be cleaned up again.

The captain looked at the data on the panel and ordered the ship to head for the largest civilization. After arriving, he immediately commanded the ship to open fire.

The tentacles of flesh and blood were entangled together, and the eyeballs on them kept blending. The sound of the eyeballs shattering seemed to form a strange rhythm, madly blaspheming everything around.

At the moment when all the eyeballs burst, a scarlet ray as wide as a hundred meters cut through the solid walls of Iron Wall City, melted the coast of the Elemental City, and divided the entire alliance into two.

The captain stared at the ravine that stretched to the horizon, obviously not satisfied with the result.

This blasphemous scarlet ray should have been like a plague, transforming all targets it irradiated into mad altars of flesh and blood.

And all mortals who see the Altar of Flesh and Blood will be transformed into new Altars of Flesh and Blood.

This one transmission line alone could destroy some low-value worlds.

But the barrier that enveloped civilization purified the scarlet rays into ordinary light cannons with just a moment of contact.

An attack worth 500 energy points was wasted without any results.

The captain twitched in pain, but before he could prepare for the second wave of attack, the Cerberus's void shield activated automatically, as if it had been attacked.

The attacker was a native who was previously an E-level trash, but instantly became an S-level.

Why is there an S-level?
Has the quality of the "corrosive liquid" sent from the abyss become so poor?

The captain stared at the S-class native, and after a while, he understood the native's methods.

I see……

The S-class in this world avoids the erosion of "corrosive fluid" by downgrading themselves.

They will store the discarded power in a certain container so that they can return to the peak when needed, but they can only unleash it this time.

The natives who were now attacking the ships were like a lizard that had cut off its tail and was escaping.

How sad.

In order to deal with the "corrosive liquid", each world has different means.

The Joyful Theater in the Abyss has comedies with them as the theme.

I watched a comedy show for free.

The captain was tired of the clown-like natives and ordered the crew:
"Release the combat team."

Suddenly, the side "cheeks" of the flesh and blood battleship opened, and 10 combat groups wearing slave collars flew out from the void shield of the Cerberus.

These controlled slaves only retained the most primitive desire to kill.

Moreover, as S+ level strongmen, each of them is stronger than this S level native.

The only hope left in this world suddenly showed a look of astonishment and spoke something in an incomprehensible language, and it was unclear whether it was begging for mercy. The "hope" in every world was like this, and the captain felt that he was getting tired of watching it, but he still couldn't take his eyes away and admired it with interest.

Suddenly, another force burst out from nowhere, and it turned out that there was still hope for a second S-level.

The captain's eyes widened. At this moment, a third S-class aura appeared, followed by a fourth, a fifth, and a sixth...

In less than a minute, as if by magic, exactly 1000 S-level natives covered the entire sky and surrounded the Cerberus.

Moreover, each of these 1000 S-level natives has different methods.

What exactly is going on?!!

The captain almost suspected that he was hallucinating.

The void shield has been overloaded to 300%, and the energy index has dropped to 82%. It can only last for another 8 minutes at most before it will be attacked by the natives.

The captain wanted to jump immediately, but the surrounding space was fixed by the natives.

He felt so much pain that he had to release the most precious pseudo-SS-class on the ship.

A fairy-like woman walked out from the platform of the flesh and blood battleship.

She held a jade-green sword in her hand, and wore a wriggling flesh collar around her neck. The moment she stepped out of the battleship's void shield—

Everything around me began to collapse.

The time stop field, the domain, the seal...all turned into swords wielded by the woman and attacked the natives.

The Cerberus immediately leapt and disappeared in front of thousands of S-level natives.

The captain arrived at the other side of the world.

He immediately ordered the ships to extract the rotten juice of the world.

Countless suction cups stretched out from the flesh-and-blood battleship, frantically sucking up the corruption below.

The concentration of corruption in the places where the flesh and blood battleship had absorbed energy was rapidly decreasing. In just one minute, it had extracted 4000 million points of energy.

How many? ! !

The captain then realized the problem.

Isn’t this new seed world too rich?

He immediately gave the order to escape from this world once the Cerberus was fully charged with energy.

A senior crew member asked if this meant stopping the dragging of the world and abandoning the pseudo-SS-class war slaves, and the captain gave an affirmative answer.

He has been working in the towing industry for tens of thousands of years, so he has naturally developed a certain eye.

Although those 1000 S-level natives can only burst out for a short period of time, they are definitely just the tip of the iceberg of this world.

Don’t think about dragging this place into the abyss. It will be too late if you don’t leave now!
After extracting 20 billion points of energy, the Cerberus rushed towards the clouds, intending to get out of this world.

I have absorbed so much energy on this trip and have made a lot of money.

The Cerberus broke through the clouds, but beyond the clouds was not the familiar World Tree, but a strange space of chaos and distortion.

In the captain's room, the eyeball placed in a transparent tank hurriedly ordered the collection of data.

The crew member whose head was wrapped by the flesh sucker immediately followed the orders of Captain Eyeball.

The tentacles of the flesh battleship stretched out, and new eyeballs began to grow, as densely packed as sand, gazing greedily at this dream world.

Suddenly, the captain of the eyeball in the glass jar saw a huge pupil.

The next moment, cracks appeared on the void shield and the hull of the Cerberus was damaged.

The surrounding space was constantly shattering, like a child concentrating on dismantling toys, carefully destroying the shaking flesh and blood battleship.

The captain stared at the calm eyes, his expression changed from shock at the beginning to enlightenment now. Through the sound device of the glass jar, this eyeball that has lived for ten thousand years murmured:

"SS-level..."

"This is the new main domain world."

(End of this chapter)