Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 372 The Bloodbath Begins! Demons Repel
The Mechanic was humming a little tune, in a great mood. She had gotten up early to wash up, wearing a large short-sleeved shirt, and was brushing her teeth with foam in her mouth. The familiar smell of chemical waste and rotting fermentation products wafted in from outside the window. Her mechanical army was cleaning up Garbage Mountain No. 9, with steel spiders scurrying around like ants.

It was an ordinary morning on the edge of the world, Anastasia. The mechanic washed his face with soap and cleanser that smelled of machine oil.

Her intelligent artificial intelligence program has begun to remotely control dozens of human settlements in the distance, arranging the production and life of 40 million residents. People who are barely surviving in this world admire the great AI Queen. Her machine army uses artillery fire to sweep away thugs and suppress gang activities, creating a paradise and pure land on this wasteland planet full of garbage.

"Didi la da da"

[Picking up trash makes me happy] The happiest time of day is when I open the network panel to check the progress of the faction leader's mission. As a vassal, she and her other companions can synchronize the leader's mission completion and enjoy the loot rewards.

No wonder following the mage was the wisest decision I ever made. With the Greenskin Legion fighting the Chaos Demons on the front lines, players only needed to lie back and wait for the "Blood Rain" quest to be completed each day, and they could reap a rich reward of hellish level every three to five days on average.

This instantly lifted many players who had been struggling financially from abject poverty to a comfortable standard of living.

The mechanics are usually short of disaster coins. They are bottomless pits when it comes to scientific research, and they will never be rich. Technical data costs money, advanced experimental equipment and raw materials cost money, verifying the yield of finished products and transforming them into industrial production all cost money. However, the profit from selling their manufactured products on the Internet is not very considerable.

The impoverished mechanic, whose eyes were practically glowing with greed, naturally took a great interest in the swan that laid golden eggs.

As soon as she opened the integrated network panel, she immediately noticed that the progress of the "Blood Rain" series of missions was skyrocketing, with the number of kills jumping abnormally high, not in single digits, but starting in the thousands.

"Is this the final battle between the Greenskins and Chaos?" she wondered inwardly.

At that moment, a battle message that was so bright red it looked almost black suddenly caught my eye.

[Comprehensive Battle Announcement: Player "Lighthouse Guest" (abnormal access) has severely angered the Void Chaos faction and is being interfered with by the Fallen Creator. Blood War rules have been activated!]

[Crimson Warning from All Networks: During the Bloodbath, the multiverse reinforcement channel will be opened, the cooldown time for dungeon invitations will be reset to zero, and all players belonging to the [Sanctuary] faction must accept mandatory conscription and may not leave the dungeon before the end of the Bloodbath.]

[Important Notice from the General Network: Bloodbath Treasure Chests have been distributed. The total value of the chests will increase based on the cumulative number and rank of enemy faction members killed (highest quality drops limited to orange).]

Brutal death calls to you; please enjoy the pleasure of slaughter. —Welcome message from the Bloodbath section of the Zongwang Forum
"Good heavens!" The mechanic slapped his forehead, not caring about his wild thoughts, and hurriedly began to pack his battle supplies and call the Mud Gold family.

She usually enjoys browsing forums and is familiar with the rules of the Bloodbath. It is an open killing zone for all forum players, with no level restrictions, and anyone can apply to participate, emphasizing chaos and disorder.

The main rewards from the Bloodbath are the Calamity Coins and loot from the treasure chests. Secondly, for players in this version, it can also greatly improve their practical skill proficiency.

As an uncommon activity, Bloodbath rules are usually only available in high-level dungeons of level 15 and above, and the intensity is often extremely high, so not many players have the courage to participate.

The [Conquest Chessboard] plane has considerable war potential, with legendary beings among its native inhabitants and countless high-level demons on the Chaos side.

The Mechanic could only secretly pray that too many big names from the multiverse would get involved in this bloody battle and take advantage of the chaos. After all, legendary players nurtured in a multiverse are two completely different concepts from local legends from small places; the difference in combat power is like heaven and earth.

As expected, the world chat was in complete chaos. After all, the mage was dominating the world, and almost all players chose to join the [Sanctuary] faction. Only a very few lone wolves were able to stay out of it.

Everyone discussed it at length.

[Blazing Blood]: The mage brother started the bloodbath; there must be a deeper reason. Since everyone has enjoyed so many benefits, it's time to repay the kindness.
[Agilent]: Once you get there, don't wander off or get carried away. Go find Lighthouseman first and follow his instructions.
[Sunset Duckweed]: Yes, yes, that's the most important point.
[Toad Traveler]: There's already news on the forums. The Bloodbath section is distributing World Passes, and there's also a discussion thread for the "Conquest Chessboard" instance. Lots of veteran players are popping up; they seem to be planning to join in and provide support.
[Agilent]: I'll try my best to contact these people, just in case they do more harm than good. Also, there might be hostile players from other servers in this battle, so everyone be careful. Stay united and don't be fooled.
[Picking up trash makes me happy]: Okay
[The Unseen Diagram]: Understood. The Mechanist took a deep breath, watching the deep purple vortex unfold before her, shimmering with wisps of bloody light. The ominous aura was so obvious that she summoned the implant stored in her spinal cord and led the Mud Gold Clan resolutely into the portal.

In the blink of an eye, the world changed.

Instead of the familiar fungal carpet, what met the eye was a purplish-black sky radiating despair, with twisted vegetation all around, and the muffled sound of war drums drifting from afar, making one's skin tighten and chest tremble.

[Crimson Warning from the Web: You have entered the battlefield of bloodshed. Killing hostile creatures will grant temporary buffs. Leaving combat for more than ten minutes will result in the "Curse of the Weak," which cannot be removed by blessings below the divine level and worsens over time.]

[Network Notice: After each 50-second interval, the Bloodbath Marker will reveal your current location. Please observe the nearby Bloodbath Markers. Friendly members will be displayed in green, neutral members in yellow, and enemy members in red. Elite templates will have a skull emblem attached, and boss templates will have a star emblem attached.]

Suddenly, her retina lit up. She saw a dense array of red markers floating in the distance at four o'clock. Numerous skull imprints and star-shaped markings were packed together like a mille-feuille. Only one bright green star shone there.

"Zhuangzhuang, set sail!" the Mechanist shouted. The leader of the Mud Gold Clan took out a Nano Cube from his suitcase, unfolded it into a flying vehicle, and began searching for nearby friendly units, carrying a group of family members.

The Mechanic himself piloted his armored jets into the air and sped toward the front lines of the battlefield.

She was ambushed several times along the way, but she ignored it and charged forward relentlessly.

Before long, the purple poisonous clouds on the horizon appeared as thick as a mountain range, with thousands of ancient warships emerging from between the layers of peaks. The flapping of the wings of the flying units sounded like the howling of a hurricane. The demons surrounded a tiny figure like a flock of crows, and the azure light he emitted was as faint as fireflies on the seashore.

"Brother Mage!" The Mechanic's heart trembled; it was undoubtedly him!
The entire void and chaos were enraged. A pervasive poisonous fog swept across the space, carrying countless demons that were transported from various landmasses to the front lines of the battlefield. Their forces were inexhaustible.

The distorted magical energy emanating from the demon had become so concentrated that it formed a radiating source resembling a celestial body, with purplish-blue needle-like rays spreading in all directions.

Even from several miles away, the mechanic felt unwell. If it weren't for the protective gear, she wouldn't be surprised if she fell into a severe negative state, with abnormal growth of flesh and tumors and abnormal proliferation of organs being normal phenomena.

A sense of fear and trembling came from the neural connections of the implant. The mechanic cursed it under his breath for being so cowardly, even though it was an inanimate object.

But she also knew that the battlefield before her was no longer one that weaklings who weren't legends could interfere with.

The gap between the strong and the weak is so stark; in the conflicts of the multiverse, even the most exemplary adventurers are merely slightly larger fish.

She was still trying to calm her chaotic emotions, but in her field of vision, the faction leader who was trapped in the swamp was moving with ease and grace. Enemy soldiers who approached him turned into withered corpses in the blink of an eye and fell like raindrops.

Countless demons lost their courage and preferred to endure the excruciating torment of the curse of the weak rather than go into battle.

Despite the raging demonic flames, they still hesitated before such a person.

From the very beginning, this war was not about demons besieging mages, but about ancient saints crushing all enemies in one realm. The one that was truly at a disadvantage, forced into a corner, and compelled to engage in a bloody battle was precisely the seemingly arrogant void chaos.

(End of this chapter)