Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 293 Heavenly Calamity Lighthouse Guest

The dark green sky of the Divine Dream Realm flickers with silent lightning year-round.

Lin Bo stopped at the edge of the spacetime anomaly zone. One kilometer ahead was the street of the Abundant Royal Court, the main city of the evil offspring. At this moment, whether it was him or all the living beings nearby, they could clearly see the towering and majestic body of the Kunkas Demon Shadow.

To call it a long snake would be inaccurate. Its skin is covered with hard segments, resembling those of centipedes or millipedes, with hundreds of segmented limbs growing on opposite sides. These arms are like living tree roots, curved and forked, with a large cluster of branches at the end resembling whip tips, making it look like a hand with thousands of fingers.

The demonic shadow pierced out from the roof of the surface temple. Its colossal body, nearly two kilometers long, could extend into the low-lying clouds. Its hill-like head appeared and disappeared in the mist, while its eight pairs of sharp, slender eyes were like sixteen bright stars in the clouds, lamps in the fog, their purplish-red gaze radiating and splashing onto the dim surface.

To be able to face such an opponent without being timid or discouraged is already a testament to extraordinary courage and determination.

Lin Bo looked up at the head of the demonic figure and observed the light flashing in the sky. Through the whispers of the light, he listened to the inner voice of Kunkas.

"Eliminate the threat... Child of Power, Ancient One... Not to be allowed to live... I see you, you insignificant thing..."

Even though the divine abomination was asleep, it could probably control this demonic shadow, which was now staring at Lin Bo through the form of this world leader monster.

In the chat interface of the online community, a group of friends were worried about the mage's safety. In the faction channel, many were urging him to hurry to the Nightguard capital city so that they could discuss the attack together, as rash action could lead to his death.

Merchants have already begun selling information related to this world leader in the global chat.

Players on the Zongwang website have been working on [Quincas Sealed Land] for nearly ten years, and have collected a wealth of information, including records of various affix mutations. The highest multiplier is 32x, and it took more than a thousand players six months to complete the guide.

Lin Bo received the intelligence on the leader compiled by the cat-man priest. The last time the [Metamorphosis Shadow] affix appeared in the Bountiful Royal Court was four years ago. There were detailed records of the abilities and mechanics of the Kunkas Shadow.

The affix [Rebirth Shadow] provides a 25x bonus, including general experience, disaster coins, and kill experience.

Its effect is to cause the affected individual to split into an intelligent phantom that is more robust than the original and has a certain resistance to all kinds of damage.

For non-boss creatures, the Shadow Form transforms into a shield upon death, providing defense for the main body, and immediately revives after consuming a certain amount of the main body's life force. The Shadow Form of a boss monster does not possess the ability to revive, but it still generates a powerful shield.

The Shadow can act alone or merge with the main body to amplify all of the main body's abilities.

At this moment, the Bountiful Royal Court, with its nineteen ordinary leaders, thousands of elite monsters, hundreds of thousands of wicked offspring soldiers, and an even larger number of members of the Divine Abomination Cult, all suffered a mutation, with a portion of their physical and mental vitality transforming into a semi-transparent, portable phantom spirit.

Among the three story factions, the Divine Abominations have an advantage from the start. Players have the opportunity to resurrect, and they have a large number of troops and generals, so they can fight on two fronts at the same time, suppressing both the Night Guards and the Nine Towns. Once affix mutations occur in their territory, their threat level will rise sharply.

Without forming alliances and amassing a large force, players simply cannot advance into the enemy camp. The chances of challenging the world boss are always slim, whether by fighting alone or with a small adventure team.

The leader of the Nine Towns, a descendant of the gods, gazed into the depths of the Dream Realm and ordered the expeditionary legion to be summoned and the garrison troops to prepare for battle.

The Night Guardian's prophet knelt before the pure soil within the floating Temple of Enlightenment, gazing at the dust floating on the earth's ruins, its form shifting in the pillars of light cast from the ceiling.

"Grandmother Prophet, another epic battle has begun!" the young acolyte rushed in, shouting.

The monks inside the hall whispered among themselves.

The prophet smiled and patted the young acolyte on the head, listening to his complaints about the calamities brought to the world by the strangers from the virtual world. If it weren't for the influx of players, the temporal and spatial anomaly shouldn't have happened.

The monstrous offspring of the dream world will travel along the countless tiny roots of the divine abominations spreading across the planet's surface, and be transported to the mortal realm, wreaking havoc and killing in all directions. After being mutated and strengthened by the affixes, they become even more terrifying, and even elite Night Guard squads may be wiped out.

"They are unexpected people."

"I think they're all victims of disaster." The little monk huffed and puffed, counting on his fingers all the relatives, neighbors, and friends he knew who had died from the time-space anomaly. He couldn't count them all with two hands, so he counted their toes, but even that was too many.

"Yes, they brought disaster, but they also brought hope." The prophet turned to look at the ruins of the earth. "Give hope time, child, give it time, and it will respond to us with miracles. Six hundred and thirty-two years have passed, and the miracle has finally arrived. The remnants of the goddess of abundance are calling for that person's arrival. This world will not simply perish like this, it will never." "Lord Lighthousekeeper is coming?" The little acolyte's eyes lit up.

"That's right. Lord Lighthousekeeper has arrived. A member of the great Ancient Saints, he will surely protect us all and avert the end of the world." The Prophet coughed softly, then instructed the Night Watchers around the world to prepare for the first wave of attack.

For players, affix mutations are both opportunities and challenges; for the local inhabitants, temporal and spatial mutations are disasters and epic events, etched in their memories on disks, paper, bamboo slips, and stone carvings, passed down through generations.

Every epic war, whether short or long, inevitably results in massive casualties. This includes the Nine Towns and Night Guard factions receiving mutation buffs and proactively launching expeditions to eradicate the wicked offspring.

Alarms have sounded at Nightguard outposts scattered across the planet, and pedestrians are being rapidly evacuated from the streets of Nine Towns. Warriors of various races, clad in powered armor and armed, rush to their respective defense zones, while the shouts and orders of sergeants and officers echo loudly through loudspeakers.

"The first wave of impact is expected to arrive in sixty seconds. Be prepared!"

Cities, wilderness, inside and outside buildings—anywhere there are unsealed and unpurified divine tendrils can become channels for the invasion of the dream world. Accompanied by bursts of gray-green haze spreading inexplicably, the dream world and the real world overlap.

Hundreds of millions of soldiers and civilians around the planet are on high alert. After six centuries of fierce fighting, living in constant fear of death has become the norm.

Within the thick fog, shadowy figures emerged, and the wicked offspring that had been teleported forth surged forth.

The armored soldiers' machine guns and the watchtower's cannons opened fire simultaneously.

The battle began, but the intensity was far less than anyone had anticipated. Fewer than a hundred teleportation channels in the Dream Realm were opened, and the deployed forces numbered less than 50,000. Many of the smoke trails contained only a few scattered bastards, which were quickly wiped out.

Something's not right. How could there be so little?

"These filthy things seem to be held back by something."

Locals are asking if the players on the online game platform are aware of this.

The players from Nine Towns and Night Guard were somewhat taken aback.

They stared at the world channel.

Players in the wicked offspring faction were wailing and screaming, as if they had witnessed some catastrophic spectacle, with death messages constantly flooding the screen.

[Stealing the Heart (Nine Towns)]: What exactly happened on your end?
[Bitter Song (Evil Offspring)]: There's something! It's slaughtering the main city, even the world leader can't do anything about it, we can't find that thing at all!

[Sudden River (Evil Offspring)]: I can't remember! I can't remember, that thing was a hurricane, a thunderstorm! I can't remember who he is, but it must be some player!
Everyone in the channel is talking about one thing, one person.

That happened at that moment; someone was holding back the invasion of the evil offspring's army while massacring the main city.

As for that person, no one could recall his name; they only remembered that a player had previously claimed he was going to solo the Royal Court of Abundance.

Clearly, he went.

More obviously, he concealed the memories and impressions that all living beings had of him.

Only highly skilled divination mages can vaguely pinpoint the person's location, while other players remain oblivious to their presence.

The illegitimate offspring faction desperately referred to him by his code name in the world chat – Calamity.

(End of this chapter)