It's time to become an evil god.

When a drop of rain falls on the skin, the skin begins to lose moisture rapidly, becoming dry and aged. Once the skin is touched by rain, it quickly loses its vitality.

Just as this rain can take lives.

Wuxian raised his head, his face pale, and shouted to the others around him, "This is Time Rain! Be careful, the Beach is coming!"

What is Time Rain?

As soon as he finished speaking, a torrential downpour began, and the surrounding world seemed to blur like an ink painting, making everything indistinct, eerie, and terrifying.

As the asphalt road beneath their feet turned into sand, the players realized they were no longer in the city, but on a strange beach.

The murky, yellowish-brown seawater relentlessly pounded against the long coastline, and the endless beach seemed to stretch on forever.

This is a lifeless, desolate place, with nothing but the sound of the surging waves.

There were no cries of seagulls. Various corpses floated on the sea. Foamy waves crashed against the jagged rocks and shore, washing the swollen, soaked bodies onto the beach.

King Arthur had never seen such a bizarre scene. She gripped her greatsword tightly and asked, "What kind of hellish place is this?"

"We have come to the edge of life and death, the Beach of the Dead."

Wuxian took a deep breath, the salty sea breeze carrying the stench of decaying corpses, stimulating his senses. Trying to suppress his trembling voice, he whispered, "Someone deliberately used the Time Rain to bring us to this place. Never go near that beach. Once you cross that line, there's no turning back. This is the boundary between life and death."

Upon hearing these words, everyone retreated, fearing that if they accidentally stepped into the Beach of the Dead, they would never be able to turn back.

Only Bai Ge walked nonchalantly to the edge of the beach, took out his lure rod, and cast it into the sea.

Seeing this, everyone else's eyelids twitched. Xi Zeliang asked, "Wait a minute, Mr. Bai, what are you doing?"

Bai Ge gripped the fishing rod with both hands, turned his head and explained, "Oh, it's nothing. Anyway, the boss hasn't appeared yet, so I wanted to cast a couple of lines on the verge of death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fishing line suddenly tightened, as if something had snapped into the hook.

Before he could react, Bai Ge was pulled directly into the turbulent Sea of ​​Death and disappeared without a trace.

Chapter Two Hundred: Dedicate Your Loyalty to the Iron-Willed Father!

The witch wanted to help, but it was too late. She could only watch helplessly as Bai Ge made a splash and disappeared.

Ed calmly dissuaded everyone, "Don't go. Once you step into the Dead Sea, you can never return to the Beach of the Dead. We are now only one step away from death."

Ed's words stopped everyone from trying to help. Although Bai Ge was the only one among the players who could tear apart a god's offspring with his bare hands, they would only provide assistance as a bonus, provided they could save their own lives. It didn't mean they would sacrifice themselves to save him.

"Look, the Beach seems to have changed!"

The once calm seawater suddenly emitted a ghostly green light, as if something from the depths of the sea was surging up. The entire sea surface was covered with green light, and the wind and clouds surged.

At the same time, everyone saw a strange phenomenon on the sea not far away. A huge creature, resembling a whale, leaped out of the water. It looked like a white manta ray, but strangely, it had eerie sharp horns on its head. Near the manta ray's mouth, they could vaguely see a creature clinging to a fishing rod, swaying and cursing.

"A fisherman will never be empty-handed!"

It then plunged into the deep sea with a roar, creating towering waves, and then disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, giant human head balloons began to float in the sky, their gray-white faces still maintaining a half-smile as they quietly observed the players present.

Monsters, seemingly straight out of a Junji Ito manga, emerged from beneath the sea. Strange fish, parasitized and sprouting limbs, swung their tails and shook their heads at the crowd, their mouths full of sharp teeth. Others, resembling hybrids of humans and snails, crawled out from beneath the soft sand.

This scene sent chills down everyone's spine. Even Nishizawa Ryo couldn't help but want to retort, "Are these all Japanese people mutated from nuclear radiation? This is probably a path even Ito Junji never imagined!"

A person was squatting on the giant human-shaped balloon, looking down at the players with a cold gaze.

"Why won't these people die? Humanity can be saved if you die. Since you won't obediently die, then I'll do it myself."

"Hey, stop holding back and show us what you've got."

The vice president of the Frankenstein Alliance wiped the cold sweat from his temples and said softly, "If this continues, we might really die."

"I'll deal with the guys on the head balloon."

This time, he didn't even bother to pretend to struggle. Xi Zeliang tore open his chest, revealing the modified and upgraded mechanical heart inside, which released a dazzling light that directly tore open the clouds above his head, as if some otherworldly object had forcibly broken through the dimension and descended upon the Underworld Beach.

Junji Ito, who hadn't even bothered to lift his eyelids, slowly raised his head, and a dazzling light shone through the torn clouds.

That is the magnificent, dazzling, dark reddish-purple light that only nebulae composed of dust, hydrogen, helium, and other ionized gases can emit from billions of light-years away.

What's going on here?

Blood Demon turned his head, clearly not summoning the electronic steel dragon this time. "Could it be that they've updated the Mechanical Heart again?"

Rumor has it that the Mechanical Heart is a sacred object of the Mechanicus, who firmly believe in the existence of a mechanical god. However, no players have encountered any Mechanicus dungeon quests so far. The Special Affairs Bureau has only made minor modifications and upgrades to the Mechanical Heart through patches. The only way to truly unleash its power is probably to find and decipher the ancient knowledge recorded by the STC.

Nishizawa Ryo's eyes reflected a dazzling, nebulous light as he calmly said, "For victory, I'm willing to abandon my old friend!"

A dragon-shaped mechanical monster, which had traveled through countless years of time to descend into this world, appeared in front of the human-headed balloon. Its strange wings resembled the shape of a precision astronomical instrument, a sextant quadrant, and its tail had a structure similar to a planetarium.

"Long Huiqiao!"

"Bring destruction upon the enemy."

The dragon roared deafeningly, its quadrant-like wings whipping up a violent storm that created towering waves on the sea, threatening to overturn the entire ocean. Brilliant meteors rained down from the sky, striking the ugly human-headed balloons and emitting a pungent, acrid smell.

"impossible."

Junji Ito was stunned. The dragon-shaped mechanical monster that had descended from another world was clearly not within his expectations. What was even more terrifying was that it was on par with the divine offspring they had summoned and fused with.

A coffin emerged from beneath the beach, and as the lid opened, a man clad in black and gold armor stepped out. He held a dazzling spear in his hand, his eyes fixed on the human-shaped balloon in the sky, and slowly spread the black wings on his back.

For some reason, Junji Ito suddenly felt like he was being watched by Death. He angrily shouted, "It's the Red-Eyes Red Knight! This is a forbidden card! You guys are cheating!"

"Shut up! This is clearly the guardian of the Dragon Mage!"

"You're just bad, so why are you saying you're being targeted? Aren't you ashamed of yourself?!" Mugen, who had activated the Impure World Reincarnation scroll, retorted vehemently.

With its black wings spread, the Red-Eyed Dragon Knight leaped into the air and pierced directly at the human-headed balloon, moving so fast that it was just a flash of light in front of its eyes.

All the previous humanoid balloons had been destroyed by the dragon Long Huiqiao, and the other summoned monsters couldn't even keep up with the speed of the Red-Eyes Knight.

With a flash of light, Junji Ito, along with the human-headed balloon beneath him, was cleanly cleaved in two. As his head soared high into the air, he muttered to himself, his voice filled with intense hatred and resentment.

"I'm reporting someone for cheating..."

It then plunged into the deep sea and disappeared without a trace.

The balloons with human heads in the sky quickly deflated and fell into the sea of ​​death.

At this moment, the Beach also changed. The corpses floating on the water began to move like puppets, standing up from the sea. These corpses were all wearing tattered SS uniforms, and their empty eyes emitted a ghostly green light, like immortal zombies.

Armed with Mauser rifles, they began charging towards the players on the shore!

More and more SS monsters surfaced, densely covering the entire coastline.

The chainsaw-wielding man frowned. "There are just too many. Fighting these puppets head-on is a waste of energy. We must find the mastermind hidden in the depths of death, or we will all be worn down and die here."

"Leave this place to me for now. We've been enemies for ages. I never thought we'd meet again like this after all these years. It's a shame I didn't get to see that guy with the mustache. Otherwise, I would have loved to have a one-on-one duel with him, like any man."

Joseph, holding a sickle and hammer, stepped forward. He threw away his unburnt cigarette, raised the rusty hammer and sickle, and slowly brought them together.

Footsteps echoed from the thick fog behind the beach. At first, there were only a few scattered footsteps, but the sound grew denser as they approached. When everyone turned around, they saw the souls of World War II soldiers, dressed in tattered overcoats, advancing steadily toward the coastline. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, and the sheer number of heads was no less than that of the SS soldiers surging onto the shore.

The entire beach was resounding with the March of the French.

Seeing the endless stream of red ghosts surging out behind them, the SS dead who had originally landed froze, letting the waves lap against their trousers, not daring to take another step.

The political commissar, holding a Tokarev pistol, stepped out from among the soldiers. Although he was now just a tattered skeleton, he still maintained his faith from his life and would rather die than back down.

The pistol was rusty and the overcoat was tattered, but the political commissar still slowly raised his hand and roared firmly, "Comrades, our country may be vast, but we have nowhere to retreat! Because behind us lies..."

The political commissar turned around, glanced at Stalin, the "Iron Father," wielding a sickle and hammer, and roared, "Behind us is Stalin, the Iron Father! Offer your loyalty to the Father!"

"Hurrah!"

Chapter 201 The Arrival of the Demon Beelzebub

As soon as he finished speaking, the red phantom behind him surged towards the sea of ​​death like a tidal wave, showing no sign of resistance whatsoever. The resurrected Nazi ghosts were pressed into the sea by the red phantom, bubbling and gurgling, and were submerged in the vast ocean of people's war.

Players from other Western countries suddenly recalled recent rumors: they'd heard of a group of ragged, ghostly figures constantly lurking in the dark, secluded corners of Berlin late at night. While the European Bureau of Investigation dismissed these inexplicable ghosts as harmless anomalies—after all, the scope was too vast, and the Special Affairs Bureau was struggling to cope—everyone knew perfectly well that, faced with the formidable Russian players, these Western Europeans were simply on the defensive.

What? You mean nuclear weapons? Which of those high-level players can catch an atomic bomb with their bare hands?

Soon the beach turned into a battlefield, with Nazi ghosts emerging from the Sea of ​​Death clashing with the Red Ghosts. After each ghost died, it turned into a bunch of irregularly moving black particles floating in mid-air, forming black humanoid monsters connected to the depths of the sea by something like an umbilical cord.

Giant waves surged across the sea, and a colossal figure emerged from the depths of the Sea of ​​Death, its entire body composed of black, particle-like matter, also connected to the depths of the Sea of ​​Death by an umbilical cord. Then came a second, a third, and more and more colossal black giants appearing on the surface of the sea.

The players' expressions changed drastically. "Could this be the legendary Colossal Titan?"

Immediately, someone raised a question: "Wait a minute, why are the Titans black?"

After a moment of contemplation, Joan of Arc explained, "It could also be the Nikolai Giant."

The surrounding corpses seemed to float up as if they had lost gravity, flying towards the giant. The giant-like monster continued to expand, its body more than doubling in size from before.

This scene turned the faces of all the players present ashen.

"Could this be preparing for a false explosion?"

Ed's expression changed drastically. He couldn't care less about anything else and immediately used the last trump card in his inventory.

An ordinary-looking letter on kraft paper, with a red sealing wax mark on it.

A tiny green flame appeared between his fingertips, instantly igniting the letter. As the letter began to burn, time seemed to stand still.

Everyone was completely still, like a stop-motion animation.

Only Ed, the vice president of the Frankenstein Alliance, was able to move freely without being affected.

This is the most important trump card that Ed brought with him in this trial mission.

[Item: Black Sabbath]

[Quality: Legendary]

[Features: Able to randomly summon a demon and sign a contract, fulfilling various requests made by the contract holder within the demon's capabilities, at the cost of having one's soul belong to the demon after death.]

[P.S.: Of course, if you have enough power to challenge the devil, please ignore the above point.]

"Om~Om~Om~"

Ed heard flies buzzing in his ear and footsteps behind him. He quickly turned around and saw a young man in tight pants and a bowl cut, leaning on a cane, smiling at him. He snapped his fingers, and the greenbottle flies swarming around him vanished instantly.

Ed's expression changed, and his lips twitched as he said, "You are... Beelzebub, the demon?"

The young man smiled, snapped his fingers, and a hamburger appeared out of thin air in his hand. He said, "Of course, but you can also call me by my other name in the real world: Foodie Island City Old Eight."

"..."