Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 376 Appearing and disappearing unpredictably, reaching everywhere
The online forum is always bustling. The online players who follow the Bloodbath section are either hardcore warriors who love to fight on the edge of a knife, bloodthirsty viewers who want to see rivers of blood, or gambling addicts who place bets on the dead. The popularity remains high year after year.

Currently, only a handful of bloody battles are ongoing. Apart from the endless blood wars in the Abyss and the Nine Levels of Hell, which have lasted for countless long years, the longest blood wars in other planes have only lasted forty thousand years. The vast majority of blood wars end in less than a hundred years, usually marked by the complete defeat of one side.

[The Creator's Conquest Chessboard] is a newly added battle zone, located in the outer interface - Chaotic Void Variant Region - Block No. 05211XX. The current number of participating players is 1684, and it is growing rapidly.

The Bloodbath leaderboard displays real-time data, regardless of faction, and ranks players directly based on their kill count. The player in first place is none other than Lighthouse Guest, who is not only the first player to start the Bloodbath but also the most efficient killer.

He has killed over 190,000 regular marked enemies, over 6,000 skull marked enemies, and over 300 star-marked boss templates.

Currently, all players below him have only a few single-digit or double-digit kill records.

Online forum users following this battle had never seen anything so bizarre. They had seen one player take the lead by a wide margin before, but they had never seen such a huge gap, with one person's kill efficiency exceeding the total of all the other players.

A large number of comments have already appeared on the comment boards of the various sections.

Everyone was curious about the current state of the battlefield, so some players started a petition, hoping that the administrators of the Bloodbath section would turn on the live stream.

[Aura Storm - Artema]: 10000 people petition the administrator to start live streaming (1/10000)

[This King is the Strongest]: A petition signed by 10000 people (2/10000)

The thread quickly garnered over 10,000 replies, and the administrator of the Bloodbath section quietly enabled a live stream, sparking jubilation in the comments section.

The live stream included a real-time sandbox map, allowing forum viewers to clearly see the three faction markers: red represented the Chaos faction's demons and sorcerers, blue represented the local player faction, and yellow represented the outside Blood War participants.

Visitors can click on the sand table map to view the aerial view of the site.

Real-time comments scrolled by.

"Look at landmass 052101, coordinates [01, 15], that's the main battlefield!"

"What's going on? Why is there a blank white screen after clicking on it?"

"Admin, there's a problem with the live stream!"

All the spectators who had been tricked into watching the main battlefield were suddenly struck by what they saw. Apart from the high-frequency flashing, blinding white light, there was no useful information to be found on the screen. The sudden burst of intense light brought tears to the eyes of many players who were browsing forums under their blankets.

"The live stream is fine; just zoom in and you'll see the full view."

The audience, who had followed instructions, finally got a clear view of the main battlefield. From a wide-angle perspective, the vast and magnificent void port was shrouded in a layer of purple-black cloud walls stretching for thousands of kilometers. At this moment, the sea of ​​clouds was being ravaged by the blooming stars, with violent explosions rising and falling one after another. One after another, the teleported warships crashed head-on into the minefield, their hulls torn apart and their masts shattered. One after another, the demons fell asleep.

At first, viewers thought it was a dense, indiscriminate bombing, but sharp-eyed viewers pointed out that the explosions had a clear target, like a swarm of drones chasing after the evil spirits, while the prisoners remained largely unharmed.

Before long, the demons, having learned their lesson, began binding the captured souls to their bodies, relying on human shields to secure a night of peace amidst the cluster explosions.

However, the fine rain also takes advantage of the opportunity to sneak in, find a gap and penetrate the demon's shield, piercing through the skin and bones, stirring up the internal organs, and then bursting out of the body, leaving behind a messy skeleton.

A large number of demonic souls howled and wailed in the bloody battlefield. They did not return to the essence pool to be reborn, but were trapped here by some kind of invisible force, continuing to endure the pain of being soaked by the blood rain, and continuing to pray for a savior from heaven in their broken will.

A mournful sound reverberated as the purplish-black clouds were stirred by the air currents, condensing into countless twisted and distorted malevolent forms. These forms were clearly reflected in the terrifying light of the explosion, resembling ferocious and alien reliefs. This was no accident of creation, as the details of these cloud formations were clearly discernible.

Such a bizarre and eerie place of worship for all demons sent chills down the spines of even the most knowledgeable players on the online game network.

"This is some kind of grand ceremony."

"Even my coronation ceremony wasn't this grand."

"Hey, can the expert in front of me guide me?"

"The situation in this dimension is quite unique; if you're interested, you can check out the posts in the strategy section."

"In short, this evil god should have been born long ago, but due to his divine folly, he remained in a daze. This bloody battle has finally woken the idiot up."

"An evil god descends upon the world, and the time of all things comes to an end."

"Terrible, terrifying (of the Ha people)"

Besides the main battlefield, fierce conflicts are also breaking out in other areas. The green-skinned base of the 052102 landmass is being attacked by a wave of demons. Many exemplary magic players are mixed in with them, fanning the flames and making the offensive even more ferocious.

They were not capable of participating in the main battlefield, nor did they intend to hunt players from the Sanctuary faction. After all, those were the prey of the legendary demons. If they rashly went over there, they would either be captured by the great demons and used as laborers, or be killed at will. It was simply not worth the risk.

Only players of similar levels in the magic path can play together, and the scheming and backstabbing among them is part of the fun of the game.

Neutral players participating in the Bloodbath cannot easily quit; they must accumulate a certain number of Bloodbath points before a teleportation portal will open. The situation is even more brutal for the combatants; they cannot leave midway unless they possess a special item that exempts them from the cost. Otherwise, they have only two paths: death or victory. The list of casualties in the Bloodbath section quickly appeared.

The first member to appear was completely unexpected for all the viewers.

"[Bloodthirsty Star - Centaur Demon - Kargorera]? This guy is a legendary player!"

"What's going on? The bloody battle has only been going on for less than half an hour, and already legendary players have fallen. The intensity of the war in this plane is abnormal!"

The bloodthirsty viewers hurriedly searched for the live stream replay.

The majestic centaur standing on the hillside raised its arm to fire, then suddenly aimed at an open space to the side.

But before it could nock an arrow or draw its bow, a figure radiating a brilliant blue light suddenly teleported in front of it, raised its palm, and slapped the air, causing it to distort in a wave-like pattern.

The centaur's protective gear shattered into pieces. It roared and a pair of gold and silver blades leaped from its hands, swirling wildly in a vortex of light. However, the man stretched out his two fleshy palms and, as if snatching chestnuts from a fire, pressed them into the centaur's chest. Instantly, its massive head vanished.

The next instant, the man plucked the head and vanished in a flash. The hillside where he stood was shattered by the scattered blade light, collapsing into a mound that buried the remains of this legendary player.

Such a simple and light, such a rapid duel, such an unpredictable killing method, left the audience astonished, and countless others trembling with fear.

"That person is [Lighthouseman], the one ranked number one in kills."

Why isn't he on the main battlefield?

"No, you should ask, since he's not on the main battlefield, how did his kill count increase?"

"Look at the sand table map, his coordinates have changed again!"

"Wow, that's fast! How can this person teleport across the entire map? Dude, can you even do that in the online game?"

On the battlefield, the players of the [Sanctuary] faction suffered heavy losses. A group of legendary sorcerers who planned to hunt down the Lighthouse Guests intended to use them as a souvenir when they met them, and were carrying out a large-scale hunt.

At this point, all they could do was run for their lives and shout for help, frantically calling for backup and reporting enemy positions on the world chat.

Forum viewers quickly discovered that it wasn't just the Chaos Demons crying for help; players from the local faction were also crying for help, truly showing they were in the same boat.

[Agilent] rode his anti-gravity engine motorcycle, turning his head to look back. The headless undead rider was in hot pursuit. The skeleton horse had no flesh on its body, and its four bone legs moved around, making it faster than a high-speed train. It could traverse mountains and rivers as if it were flat ground, and could run at high speed on any plane.

His teammates around him had their mouths chapped by the strong wind, but they still tried their best to cheer each other on and call for help.

A neutral sign has appeared ahead.

Covered in vines, wearing a tattered fur coat, with antlers growing on his head like a tree canopy, his disheveled appearance was spotless, and his eyes were like stars. This was a druid who had come upon hearing the sound.

He nodded to the fleeing Agilents and the others, then stood still, blocking the headless knight's path.

"A blasphemous scourge." The druid simply commented, then raised his hand and scattered a seed that instantly transformed into towering thorny vines, binding all the death knights, draining their negative energy, and instantly reverting them to their original forms.

The moment the headless undead transformed into a bone card and landed, it initiated a teleportation ritual.

The legendary lich appeared in an instant, and the surrounding thorns and vines were poisoned by its deathly aura, constantly withering and growing, in an endless cycle of decay and prosperity.

The druid remained silent, maintaining a standoff.

At that moment, an aircraft sped in from the horizon; it was the Mechanical Master and his companions who had come to greet them.

A withered head hung from the bow of the aircraft, its lingering power like that of a dragon's skeleton.

The druid didn't turn around, but seeing the decorations on the ship, he laughed. "Are you really prepared to mess with that person?"

The legendary lich's phosphorescent light flickered in its eye sockets. Without uttering a single word, it immediately prepared to teleport away.

However, a broad, warm hand had somehow reached out from behind and gently placed on its withered, thin shoulder.

A bright, azure light cast the lich's shadow on the ground in front of him.

"Hello."

The flames in the skull's eyes instantly shrank to the size of a needle tip!

(End of this chapter)