There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 547, Void Navigation

The turmoil and various other unsavory effects that spread were not particularly relevant to the players.

Boarding a massive warship, we stared wide-eyed as we entered the empty, pitch-black void, witnessing the wondrous creatures that roamed in the nothingness, and the grumbling demons.

Yes, a swearing demon.

Demons can be considered to be creatures quite adapted to the void.

Born from the chaos of demons, they grow up, enter the void, and seek out suitable worlds to invade.

Sometimes you really can't understand where these guys come from.

Even though a large part of the newly formed world had never had any contact with the outside world and had no concept of these demons, these sulfur-smelling bastards would suddenly appear out of nowhere.

Such doubts persist until you encounter these resolute, dog-paddle demons in the void.

"Um……."

Dimensional invasion isn't that sophisticated, at least not to these demons.

Leaving the bottomless abyss, entering the void, relying on one's own strength, wandering in this emptiness until finally finding a suitable world.

This process may be longer than anyone can imagine.

"A thousand years? Ten thousand years?"

A long and despairing expedition.

Players are quite familiar with these guys.

Even with the psionic shield provided by the ship in between, the two sides started exchanging insults.

This is quite a wonderful experience.

The massive player group was being dragged like sardines to a resource world abandoned by the Ghost Cave.

Looking at the world that suddenly brightened up in front of me.

The crystal walls shimmered, and glimpses of the world within were faintly visible.

Seeing all this, the players began to shout excitedly.

"arrive!"

"arrive!"

However, this excitement did not last long.

A sudden attack occurred.

The attack was launched by a chaotic fleet that appeared to be a jumbled mess.

In terms of quality, the ships that players ride undoubtedly have an absolute advantage.

However in reality.

The pilots of this fleet, before being selected from the player pool to embark on interstellar travel, probably couldn't even drive a car properly.

In panic.

The main gun doesn't know how to start, the protective array's power is insufficient, the engine is blindly overloaded, and the onboard charge is underway.

That's commendable.

These guys are not lacking in courage.

So, in the process of getting anxious.

They began their onboard charge.

He tried to use his warship to physically ram and kill the guy on the other side.

Chaotic shouts and terrified screams echoed continuously in the player channel.

"Driver! What kind of boat are you driving, driver!"

"My grandma can sail a boat better than you!"
A player stared in horror at the torn protective shield not far away, feeling the pull emanating from the crack, and made the absolutely correct decision.

While shouting sharply, he quickly stuffed his equipment into the safety box.

In less than a second, he stripped himself naked.

"Your hand speed is acceptable."

After doing all this, I was thrown into the silent void like a kite that had broken free of its string.

Everything was a complete mess.

This scene even drew laughter from the demons who were following them.

"Idiot! Idiot!"

Seeing that the player's fleet was of decent quality and size, the demons originally planned to secretly follow it and then take the opportunity to smuggle it into the world.

I never expected to witness such a chaotic and ridiculous scene.

They were all laughing loudly in the void.

Until a massive psionic warship, piloted by a captain with bloodshot eyes, began a frenzied onboard charge.

Perhaps he was laughing too happily.

They didn't realize they were blocking the path of the charge.

Like crushing soap bubbles, the demons were easily sent into the sky.

Bottomless abyss.

A group of demons crawled out of the flesh-and-blood hatching pool.

A look of confusion crossed his face.

Their centuries-long expedition has come to an end.

The takeaway is...

"No results!"

At this moment, these already reddish creatures became visibly even redder.

Amidst the chaos.

A steady voice was connected to each of the warships.

Li Jun, using his status as a top-tier player and his official background, took over command of this chaotic fleet.

The first decision made.

"Forced landing on the world before us!"

Rather than fighting to the death in this empty void against the enemy fleet battle, which is something our side is completely bad at, it would be better to start with ground battles, where we are better able to utilize our strengths.

This period of time passed.

The overall strength of players in the game has increased.

The elite rank is the level that most combat players have reached, with some top-tier players even reaching the lord rank.

No player has reached the Epic rank yet.

However, those top-tier individuals who are at the very forefront are already very close to this level.

Even in wars at the multiverse level, the elite rank would be considered a standard combat unit.

Although he could only be considered a common soldier.

The lord acts as the squad leader.

Unfortunately, no players of epic rank appeared.

In normal combat intensity, reaching the epic level is pretty much the limit.

Unless they fight a divine war without regard for anything else.

In terms of the intensity of war, the Rotten Lands are more intense than the heavens.

Given the players' skill level and scale, they are perfectly capable of accepting these resource-rich worlds abandoned by the Ghost Cave.

Unfortunately, they were unlucky this time and were ambushed.

That ambushing fleet.

Inside the flagship, a tall, one-eyed lizardman was loudly reprimanding his deputy.

"You damned idiot! Are you blind?! Don't you know where those ships came from?!"

An angry roar echoed.

Until a faint voice sounded.

"Boss, those guys don't seem to be from the Upper Sect."

"Of course it is! Do you think I wouldn't recognize the ship from the Upper Sect!"

"But……."

Following his second-in-command's gaze, the tall lizardman fixed his eyes on the sea of ​​stars.

It landed on the damaged warships that had been abandoned.

There was a brief silence.

"Boss, could these guys have found a warship graveyard that a sect abandoned?"

Ghost Cave has always funded astral pirates of all sizes.

"Furthermore, I couldn't find a suitable identifier in the database; these guys don't seem to be registered in the Alliance of All Heavens!"

"From a small town?"

"A lucky guy?"

These two sentences came from the mouth of the tall lizardman.

For a moment, all the pirates in the cockpit were breathing heavily.

Clearly, when these elements are combined, a very vivid word emerges.

"A fat sheep!"

Waving the weapon in his hand.

"Men! Charge! Don't fire indiscriminately! Protect those ships! Protect our ships!"

(End of this chapter)