Those who reincarnate must die.

Zhang Lang glanced at Shen Liangyue, said nothing, and simply stood guard beside Lei Ting, focusing on dealing with the invading enemies.

Not long after, Thunder successfully cracked the system, the test tube was opened, and everyone at the Eighth Altar was freed.

"The hunter?" Yun Ao coughed up a mouthful of nutrient solution, looking at Zhang Lang: "Zeus told me he would arrange help, but I didn't expect it to be you!"

The eighth altar is for reincarnators who are not from the main world. They do not have frequent contact with other altars and are relatively closed off and delayed in receiving information.

"Why did you come?" Shen Liangyue, still covering her body, stepped forward. "We've already figured out a way to escape; you don't need to meddle!"

Zhang Lang glanced at her, then turned to Yun Ao and said, "The Ugly Clan has already invaded the Mechanical Empire's system and is gradually taking control of this world. They could take over at any time, and then it will be difficult for you to escape."

"Hacked into the system?" Yun Ao was stunned. "How did they do that?"

"We'll discuss the details later." Zhang Lang glanced at Lei Ting. "Take them away."

Thunder nodded, his mechanical head turned, the camera glanced at Shen Liangyue, and he stepped forward, taking out the teleportation scepter.

After a few seconds of chanting, everyone disappeared in circles of light and was transported to an underground city thousands of miles away.

Once they leave the laboratory, the altar will naturally return the equipment to them. As for Le Xinyi, Zhang Lang has already given instructions that the others at the Eighth and Twelfth Altars should focus on guarding the survivors' underground city and helping them complete tasks to increase their belonging points.

As for the Mechanical Empire and the Ugly Clan, let him handle them.

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The main world, headquarters of the Heroic Sword Group.

With Ning Yi absent, the largest branch of the Broken Sword was leaderless, and Zeus could not find a suitable successor, so he had to temporarily take charge himself.

After processing some documents, Zeus checked the time: "The eighth and twelfth altars should be starting their missions by now. With him here, as long as it's not Ironjaw of God himself, we shouldn't have to worry."

"Now, in this cycle, only one world remains unpatched..." Zeus rubbed his temples. "Hopefully, it will be soon..."

Just then, a message came through on Zeus's phone. He picked it up and saw that it was from Saman of the Ninth Altar, containing only an OK emoji.

Zeus breathed a sigh of relief.

Saman was in charge of patching the last world, and it seems he's done.

"Looks like we'll get through this cycle safely..."

Zeus had just relaxed when his phone suddenly rang. It was Tanka from the Second Altar calling. After answering, a look of confusion appeared on his face.

"A new battlefield mission? I know this world. My attribution stat is healthy. Is there anything I should be aware of?"

An anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "This is a high-magic world, with a thriving civilization and many experts. There was no need to worry..."

"Originally?" Zeus sensed something was wrong.

"But there are a total of twenty-four teams participating in this battle!"

"What?" Zeus's eyes widened. "Twenty-four teams, which means..."

"Twelve races, two teams from each race, all going to that world for a chaotic free-for-all!" Tanka gritted his teeth on the other end of the phone. "The Shen race received the mission from us and the Fifth Altar!"

Zeus was stunned.

There's a specific method to assigning tasks at the altar. Weak worlds won't be assigned strong teams, especially worlds that target other races; this rule is particularly strict there.

Of course, there are also powerful teams that use special enhancements to enter relatively weaker worlds. In those cases, the difference in strength is not particularly large, and with weapon limitations, it is generally difficult for them to cause too much damage in such worlds.

Different worlds bring different levels of control over the altar. The more powerful the world, the greater the impact on the altar's control. In particular, worlds that can be chosen as planar battlefields are either high-magic or high-tech, and their foundations are generally very deep. Even if one or two alien races occasionally break in, it will not shake their foundations.

The worlds that Zeus and Zhang Lang mentioned as being of particular concern are all like this. After all, there are countless mission worlds, and monitoring them all would be too difficult. Those mission worlds that don't significantly affect the control value and are mainly for sacrificial adventures are unlikely to be noticed by the alien races. Even if they enter and destroy the world, the impact on the entire altar would be minimal, and the heroes wouldn't bother to pay attention to them.

For example, the world of Sunset Fortress.

But the one Tanka mentioned this time was different. Zeus knew about it. There were many extraordinary humans in this world who were proficient in magic, a unified and powerful empire, and even beings who were called gods.

Such a powerful world wouldn't need to worry even if it were invaded, unless a being like God's Wrath Ironjaw personally intervened. Otherwise, one or two hero-level teams simply couldn't shake this world.

But what if there are twenty-four teams?

Twelve races, twenty-four teams, and over five hundred heroes have gathered together for a massive melee. Even the most powerful world couldn't withstand that!

Zeus gritted his teeth: "I understand... You all prepare for the mission, I'll arrange the help."

After hanging up the phone, Zeus breathed a sigh of relief, took out the altar badge, and contacted the team members of the First Altar.

"A big job has come in, get ready to take on the mission!"

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While the heroes of the main world are busy dealing with the impending melee, Zhang Lang also begins his counterattack against the Mechanical Empire in the Mechanical Hell mission.

All the heroes were sent to the underground city, and with them in charge, Zhang Lang's worries were eliminated.

"The soul enters the network, is everywhere, and has countless backups..." Zhang Lang stood on a mountain peak, sneered, and released his explosive energy, feeling the mechanical monsters that were all over the world.

"I'll be everywhere, I'll slaughter you until you have nowhere to run! Countless backups, I'll tear down every single piece of memory in this world!"

Zhang Lang raised his right hand high, his five fingers spread wide, pointing straight to the sky.

He felt the force of collapse merging into every piece of land, flowing into every city, and invading every machine... as if the whole world was in the palm of his hand.

Then, he slowly clenched his fist.

Almost simultaneously, all mechanical beings around the world suddenly felt an immense pressure, which even steel-made bodies could not withstand. Under the heavy pressure, they twisted and deformed, emitting a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

Not only mechanical creatures, but also buildings and machinery in the city were deformed, twisted, and torn under the immense pressure... Broken wires burst out with blue arcs of electricity, damaged energy released high heat, and ammunition in the arsenal was ignited. In an instant, explosions began all over the world.

From space, the Earth would appear as if it were ablaze with blossoms, the thick clouds unable to obscure the brilliant flames...