I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

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[When a player's exploration value reaches 10%, the writer can increase the amount of materials input by 10.]

When a player's exploration value reaches 30%, the writers can briefly modify the weather conditions within a small area.

[When a player's exploration value reaches 50%, the scriptwriter can modify the storyline of low-level NPCs within the dungeon.]

A blaze erupted in the sky, the clouds were torn apart by the explosion, revealing the long-awaited sunlight, a golden expanse.

Light pierced through the clouds, casting a pattern in the sky, and snowflakes and fireballs fell together.

In Merlin, all the players looked up at the same time.

Whatever they are doing at this moment, wherever they are, whether they are on the run, hiding deep in the cellar, or shivering by the fireplace in the red house.

The players all stopped what they were doing.

Because it's fire falling from the sky.

At first there were only a few black dots, as small as birds or snowflakes blown by the wind.

Then the "black spots" get bigger and bigger, and the speed gets faster and faster.

It was a fireball.

Each meteor trailed a long, fiery tail, its orange-red color crackling and popping in the air like the beating of war drums.

Two, four, eight, sixteen...

Countless fireballs appeared in the sky.

The entire sky was filled with fireballs, and two of them, with unstoppable speed, crashed into the undead legion on the banks of the Thames with a loud bang!

"boom!!"

The orange-red flames burned continuously, the smell of burning flesh lasted only a moment, and some of the immortal soldiers were reduced to ashes, drifting away with the snowflakes—

"boom--"

Another loud bang.

The snow on the ground was blasted dozens of meters into the air, and white snow mist mixed with black soil surged into the sky—

The shockwave spread along the ground, and the surrounding skeleton soldiers were blown away like pieces of paper!

The entire Thames River bank began to tremble.

The earth groaned in anguish.

The official team hiding in the cave was also affected.

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"Cough cough cough, is everyone alright?"

Above the massive edge created by the meteorite impact, the giant white creature flapped its wings, narrowly avoiding the flying debris and ice.

On the giant bird's back, Weng Yang shielded Tan Moli, while Zheng Wenxuan desperately pulled back Wang Lei, who was too light to be swept away by the wind. The latter was half-swaying wildly in the wind, desperately calling for help:

"Brother Zheng! You absolutely can't let go!!"

Chen Xi knelt down, holding up his monocle to look at the center of the battlefield, specifically at the two meteorite craters—

[Monochrome Lens (Blue): An item left behind in the Avalon Swamp by some unknown wizard. When worn, it allows one to see clearly from a kilometer away.]

Chen Xi saw it.

The earth trembled, and the air seemed to be burning.

Two huge meteorite craters, each 100 meters in diameter, appeared on the ground.

Around the crater, broken bones, shattered armor, and charred undead banners were propelled high into the air by the shockwave before plummeting back down.

The seemingly invincible legion that had previously pursued players proved utterly ineffective in the face of such overwhelming power.

"Wait... what's that?!"

Chen Xi suddenly stood up straight, her expression horrified, and quickly patted Big White, signaling it to flee: "Quick! Fly farther! Fly to the other side of the river! Quick!!"

Tan Moli had never seen Chen Xi so flustered before, but she immediately steered the giant white bird into flight, which hurtled towards the undead army's main camp like an arrow released from a bow.

The others also looked back, puzzled, but then their expressions froze, turning into the same horror and despair:

A huge plume of smoke enveloped the entire Thames River bank.

The roars of undead creatures and inhuman, enormous hissing sounds came from the depths of the smoke, and a huge shadow slowly rose up.

Then, the thing revealed its true nature.

Two enormous snakes, hundreds of meters long and so huge they left people speechless, crawled out from the bottom of the pit.

Its body was covered in hard scales, and it was burning with fire. The scales were embedded with broken bones and molten and solidified metal.

It has a single horn protruding from its head, curving slightly forward, and two unfolded membranes on either side of its neck, like a cobra's hood.

"hiss--"

The giant serpent opened its mouth, and flames spewed out, while another large serpent began to control the storm.

The Thames is frozen over.

The ice was very thick, but the giant snake only slightly raised its tail, and the ice surface shattered instantly.

Countless sharp ice blades were swept up by the storm and fell from all directions along with the summoned storm!

Thousands upon thousands of ice blades pierced straight down from the sky!

Each ice blade was like a sword, piercing straight towards death.

"Thump!"

"Sizzle—"

"call out!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Countless skeletons remained rooted to the spot, like insects pinned to a specimen board.

More undead creatures crawled out from underground.

"Hiss—Roar!!"

"Hiss—roar!"

Two giant snakes descended from the sky, coiled together, opened their mouths, and let out a long roar like a dragon's cry.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The roar shook the entire riverbank, and a long crack was torn open in the frozen surface of the Thames, causing water to flow back and pour down from the sky!

How magnificent, how terrifying!

The people sitting on the giant bird's back all covered their heads!

"What...what is this?! It can breathe fire, control the wind, and manipulate rivers—even the Thames is standing up! What the hell are we supposed to do fighting now?!"

"Wotigan, you bastard! You're cheating, aren't you?!"

The despair on Zheng Wenxuan's face was almost tangible; faced with such a monster, he had no will to resist.

Chen Xi's expression was solemn.

It's so disheartening.

This is the level of difficulty of the dungeon.

Such extraterrestrial visitors.

Players have absolutely no chance of "winning".

The next second, something unexpected happened!

The neutral mob "Son of the Naga" has appeared in the dungeon.

The friendly dungeon bosses "Bullhead" and "Horseface" have appeared.

[■■ is watching the player.]

[Player's all attributes restored, debuffs dispelled, and "Resilience" status gained for 24 hours. (Under this status, the player's recovery ability is greatly increased, and the rate of decline of sanity, hunger, and health is slowed.)]

This buff has no effect on players who are not of the [faction name]. Non-faction players will be marked as red-named and will be chased by monsters.

[■■ is watching you.]

[■■ is watching you.]

[■■ is watching you.]

Chen Xi abruptly turned his head, staring intently at the system notification that was barely dissipating in the air—

It's Him!

It was He who intervened!

The Special Investigation Bureau's deduction was correct!

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"Am I seeing things?! Am I seeing things?! Isn't this the dragon that idiot Wotigan summoned?!"

Zheng Wenxuan's expression froze, then took a long time to transform into uncontrollable ecstasy. He frantically rubbed his eyes, repeatedly checking the prompt:

"Neutral faction mob! Ha! This is so powerful, and it's still a mob!! All debuffs removed! Buff gained!! Ha! Ha! Ha!!"

—It's like holding your ground, finally seeing reinforcements, going out to fight, and almost running into your own family.

That's the art style...

The Naga of Thailand, the Ox-Head and Horse-Face of China.

The art style just doesn't seem to fit with medieval fantasy at all!

"Who cares if it matches or not!"

Wang Lei floated in the air like a kite, two streams of tears streaming down his face, too excited to speak:

"Waaaaah, finally, finally I don't have to be chased like a dog anymore—Captain!!"

Everyone looked at Chen Xi, who put away his monocle and turned to look in the direction of London's old city.

"Let's go into town."

Chen Xi quickly analyzed the situation and chose the strategy that would maximize his benefits:

"Contact Jiang Chen and other players. If there is more than one Naga Son, and the undead army of Voltigan is routed, it will be our turn to counterattack."

Counterattack!

"Counterattack! Counterattack! They've been chasing us like dogs these past few days!"

Zheng Wenxuan let out a long sigh of frustration, gritting his teeth as he cursed, "If we storm into Old London, I'll tear Wootigan's head off and use it as a chamber pot!"

Weng Yang and Tan Moli exchanged a glance and then held each other's hands.

King Arthur.

They speculated that Weng Yang's special profession required King Arthur's approval to awaken.

Merlin.

Only by finding Merlin can we find King Arthur and pull the sword from the stone.

Old London.

They're here!