Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 374 The Great Pursuit by the Demonic Path, Soaring Through the Sky

"Is this... the void?"

The man who emerged from the Bloodbath portal led a white horse with a golden mane. He looked around, breathing in the unclean air filled with toxic radiation. His thick beard was like a mask, revealing skin that was unusually smooth like steel, and his eyes were full of sharp light.

"Qingyin, is this the world you've been talking about?" The white horse spoke in human language, snorting uncomfortably in the void environment.

"Yes, I always talk about it, because I always think about it."

"That happened so many years ago?" Bai Ma asked in a deep, muffled voice.

"For me, seventy-two years. For the world, fifty thousand years. Anyway, it's been a long time."

"It's only been seventy-two years, no wonder you remember it so clearly. I still remember four hundred and ninety-four years ago, when my rude sister stole four of my finest gems while I was sleeping."

“That’s bad.” The man named Qingyin just smiled. “But there’s no comparison, Polul. What you’re concerned about is vastly different from what I’m concerned about, and the difference is immeasurable.”

"I don't think you understand my loyalty to money..."

“It’s different.” Qingyin waved his hand to interrupt his companion’s speech. He turned his gaze to the side, where a bright red blood battle mark appeared, marked with a star, indicating that this was an enemy comparable to a leader template.

"Players from the opposing faction?" White Horse whispered warily.

A tall, bear-like figure emerged from the faint black mist that lingered near the ground. When it got closer, it revealed its true form: a handsome man with iron-gray skin, a pair of raven-feather wings on his back, pale yellow eyes with long, narrow pupils, and fine snake scales covering his cheeks and neck.

The man, beaming, sized up the man leading the horse, then suddenly laughed and said, "I've heard of your name, 'Dragon Spear Saint,' the legendary Lord Qingyin. I never expected to have the honor of meeting you in this bloody battle. No, or perhaps I should say I'm unlucky? After all, I have no confidence in escaping from your clutches."

Qingyin seemed to see a sink overflowing with kitchen waste, a helpless situation he was extremely unwilling to deal with but had to deal with. "Can't you demonic players just give me a break and go die yourselves?"

The man with raven feathers couldn't help but laugh. "Look, I'm much more magnanimous than you. I don't even argue when I'm called a demon. On the contrary, I'd like to spend every day with you. Your head is so big, it would be really cool to make it into a flail. And that horse next to you, isn't that the infamous Golden Dragon's Shame, Polul? I've been craving a dragon's heart for a long time."

The golden-maned white horse glared and panted, its expression one of intense excitement, as if it wanted to kick the bastard to death. Qingyin raised a hand to soothe it, "Don't get angry because of provocative words, Polul. When facing the demonic path, your emotions will become the enemy's weapon."

"If you hadn't stopped me, I would have blown his head off!"

Qingyin nodded. "Yes. But the most urgent task is to scout out the battlefield situation and find the player who started the bloodbath."

"Oh my, you've actually chosen to spare my life? Lord Qingyin is truly magnanimous. We happen to be going the same way, so why don't you do me a favor and give me a ride?"

Qingyin turned his back to the man with raven feathers and bent down to adjust the baggage on the saddle. "Are you planning to cause trouble for the Lighthouse Keeper?"

"Us? Not necessarily. As for me? Definitely. The Chaos Moon God has given so much. And I've been following strategy guides for this world. Lighthouse Guest, White Dragon Calamity, World-Suppressing Azure Star—such resounding names are hard not to pique one's curiosity."

“Indeed.” Qingyin did not refute this reason. In fact, he had also seen the title of Lighthouse Guest in the forum’s evaluation post. The Brilliant level White Dragon Calamity was already terrifying enough, let alone the “Eternal Illumination” level World-Suppressing Azure Star.

Zhen Shijie Youlan Star (Eternal Illumination)
Wearing effect: Protected by the earth and sky, receives a (physical vitality/special energy) recovery bonus within the planet's atmosphere; greatly increases charisma (spiritual inclination); non-legendary creatures must make a perception check when hearing commands, otherwise they will fall into a state of control, the effect of which is equivalent to suggestion (maximum of 5 times per creature within 24 hours).
Description: This title belongs exclusively to the player "Lighthouse Keeper." He once transformed into stars, moved mountains, swept across the heavens, suppressed the earth, and annihilated hundreds of Chaos factions in a single night. Though the world cycles and reincarnates, his legendary deeds will live on forever.

When Qingyin first saw the description of this title, she was astonished, just like the other commentators.

Even for legendary players, the title of Eternal Illumination is not an unattainable achievement, but it still requires a great sacrifice and is often a consolation reward after a bitter victory.

However, any player who followed that post would realize that the Blue Star of the Town World was merely the result of the Lighthouse Guest's casual actions, and could not encompass even one percent of his true strength.

Qingyin retorted to the player from the demonic faction, "Are you really not afraid of death to go after him? I can guarantee he's much stronger than me."

"Heh, of course I won't go empty-handed." The raven-feathered man smirked. "The Lighthouse Keeper is a sentimental guy, so I'm planning to cause trouble for his friends. Bringing a few hostages along to watch the battle would be safer, wouldn't it?"

During their chat, the number of players being teleported to the nearby network increased. Members of the [Sanctuary] faction were marked with red hostile markers, which were very conspicuous to Raven Feather Man, while they were marked with yellow neutral markers to Blue Silver.

"The little rabbit has arrived. Lord Qingyin, then I shall take my leave now, so as not to disturb you as you go and be someone's sycophant." The man with raven feathers smiled amiably.

The golden-maned white horse's eyes turned red with anger. Its silver hand pressed down on the milky-white wooden lance hanging from the victory hook. It still didn't turn around, but asked softly, "Did I promise to let you go?"

The man with raven feathers maintained his smile, but his narrowed eyes widened as he stared intently at his opponent's back.

Pure white flames burst from the horse's panting nostrils, the air distorted, muscles bulged, and layers of canine-tooth-like prismatic golden scales spread from under the skin. The back arched and grew rows of sharp thorns, the mane stood up and extended, transforming into a giant tail with a angular hammerhead. The horse's face swelled and stretched, with clenched teeth and a bull's nose, and its pupils seemed to be molten gold.

The surging dragon's might shook the air, stirring up rings of dust.

The golden dragon Polul was covered in a layer of close-fitting armor, with dense animistic runes shimmering on the surface of the dense magical metal, exuding a powerful and majestic aura that was indestructible and unbreakable.

Qingyin, wielding a lance, sat astride a dragon, overlooking the demonic enemy from above.

The raven-feathered man flapped his wings and soared into the air. "I hate it when people stand above me. The demonic path is all about hierarchy. Those in power can take whatever they want, and those in lower positions who are unwilling to accept it must endure, kill, and eat. Endure those in higher positions, kill those around you, and eat those in lower positions. You are one of those around me, so isn't it reasonable for me to kill and eat you?"

Qingyin laughed, "Go to hell!" A jet of high-energy crimson gold burst forth from the lance, dispelling the dark clouds in the sky.

A group of players from the Sanctuary faction gathered a few miles away.

[Agilent] wiped the sweat from his brow. "Friends, I have two pieces of news, one good and one bad. The good news is that many old players from back then have come to this bloodbath, and they should be on our side."

"And the bad news?" the female paladin [Blazing Blood] asked, raising an eyebrow.

At this moment, a pillar of light pierced through the sky and illuminated the wilderness. Everyone turned around in astonishment, their faces flushed red by the light, but their expressions were as solemn as iron.

"The bad news is that there are quite a few legendary big shots here this time, and there are also a lot of players from the demonic faction. We're just small fry, we're too easy targets."

"Brother Mage sent a message!" [Toad Tribe] perked up. "He wants us to go to the nearby outpost to help the Greenskins hold off the enemy."

"There's no time to lose." [Agilent] pulled out a large number of space teleportation devices resembling metal crowns from his backpack. "Here, one for each of you to use first. They will automatically teleport you when you take damage. They can also open temporary shuttle channels when connected in parallel."

"Brother, you're amazing!" The paladin gave a thumbs-up. His companions nodded in agreement.

A bright red mark appeared nearby, and a necromancer, its body covered in white bones and draped in a feathered robe, floated gracefully towards them. An eerie aura of fear radiated purple light in all directions, and a faint laugh escaped its hollow throat. "Children, will you come with me? Don't be afraid, I'll take you to see the Lighthouse Keeper. You were planning to meet him, weren't you?"

"Shameless!" [Agilent] exclaimed in shock. "Run! Run! This guy is a legendary lich!"

A series of teleportation beams flashed by, and the players had vanished from their original positions.

The lich, unhurried, tossed out several bone cards, which transformed into a group of headless horsemen upon landing. It extracted residual soul pheromones from the air and had the skeletal horses sniff them out. The headless horsemen then patted their chests, accepted the order, and spurred their horses away.

In the distance, on the front lines of the bloody battle, the wailing and howling of countless demons terrified the heavens, like the mournful cries of a gale passing through a narrow opening in a valley.

The lich turned its head to look around, and the green phosphorescent flames that had been dancing in its eye sockets suddenly flashed. Even without its fur and flesh, it couldn't help but scratch its arm, slightly horrified.

At this time, a hunt and rescue operation targeting players of the [Sanctuary] faction has quietly begun on its own.

Crossing the void, the demons' warships disintegrated in a gentle, poignant rain of blood, like large sugar cubes melting into hot red tea.

The ancient sage mage stood in mid-air, watching the enemies struggle amidst countless strands of mysterious mercury swords.

He killed quickly, but the Chaos reinforcements seemed to arrive even faster. Ships kept appearing in the poisonous fog, like dough being thrown into a frying pan, suffering agonizingly.

Through the resonance of words, the mage's perception expands and spreads, and the secret spirit mercury becomes part of his form. With the help of spiritual perception, he can reconstruct his vision and hearing from the words of all things in nature. Therefore, his vision is as vast as the red mist.

He saw the souls of all living beings imprisoned in the cabins of those ships, and the mortals hanging from the masts and sails like pieces of dried meat.

Terrifying mercury-red rain fell on the demons and the innocent souls. The demons suffered the agony of being slowly sliced ​​to pieces and annihilated, while the souls remained unharmed, simply enjoying the cool touch of the rain.

"Stop! Stop!" a demonic warlord roared. It was enormous and held a handful of enchanted chains that bound thousands of prisoners. The thorny magic on the chains tormented the souls of the prisoners.

"If you don't stop, I'll kill them all! Hmph!" The demonic warlord, sensing that the raindrops falling on the shield had stopped exuding killing intent, grinned maliciously. "That's right, that's more like it. Trading your life for a few thousand mortals, that's a very good deal!"

Before it could finish speaking, its protective shield suddenly trembled violently, and dense raindrops swarmed in like locusts.

"Fool, it's easy for you to kill me, but you could never save them before I make my move!" The demonic warlord stared intently at the distant, azure, world-suppressing star.

"Mortals, pigs, and dogs, you shall be buried with me!"

It yanked on the chain, only to find its hands empty. Looking down, it realized its thick arm had fallen to the ground.

Behind it, a figure in azure blue pressed against the back of its head, warmth and pressure emanating from its palm. The mage in the distance had vanished without a trace.

"W-when did you arrive?!... Hey, can we make peace?"

Before the demonic warlord could finish his last words, his head was severed, and all his essence, blood, and demonic soul were drained away. He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Lin Bo beckoned to the prisoners, and the spiritual sphere floating on his shoulder emitted a faint light, drawing these souls into it.

The Staff of Destruction cackled, "My master, you've really scared this delicious little demon to death; it doesn't even dare to resist."

The mage didn't care. He reached out and caught a wisp of wind blowing from afar. The air whispered its stories, carrying a cry to his ears. It was Lin Bo's fellow player shouting, "Brother mage, save me!!"

The trail of the airflow was clearly visible in the distance, and Lin Bo saw his companions calling for help in the distance, as well as the high-level demonic players who were chasing them.

The next instant, the mage stepped into the air and vanished without a trace.

(End of this chapter)