It's time to become an evil god.

Boom!

With a deafening roar, the ceiling above the temple collapsed, and a giant toad plummeted from the sky, crashing down on Kambol. After suppressing the Goddess of War, the Green Ghost player winked at the Plague Rat lurking in the ceiling, and the two charged directly towards Bai Ge's direction.

Two against one, the chances of winning are very high.

The two had already rushed to Bai Ge's position, the soul chains were thrown towards him, and the sharp scythe seemed to want to burn him up, while the rat, which was exuding stench and plague, pulled the trigger at a slightly distance away almost the instant the scythe was thrown, intending to take down Bai Ge in one fell swoop.

"go to hell."

The rat-man let out a sharp cry. The gods of the Dreamland, who were once high and mighty, died in agony before his crossbow bolts. Not to mention his fellow player opponent, the sharp crossbow bolt, known as the [Nurgle Relic], was about to pierce Bai Ge's heart when the enormous toad that occupied half of the temple was directly cut in two, blood splattering everywhere.

The giant frog's intestines, mixed with blood, spilled all over the ground. The female war goddess, emerging from inside the giant frog, wiped the green bloodstains from her face, casually severed the chains binding Bai Ge, and easily deflected the incoming crossbow bolts.

"How is this possible..."

The rat-man's face showed a look of utter terror. He tried to escape, but the Goddess of War was faster. Almost simultaneously with ramming the green wraith with her giant shield, she also hurled a spear at the plague rat-man. The rat-man tried to escape through a gap in the ceiling, one hand already clinging to the tiles. Just when he thought he was about to escape, the spear pierced through him, and he hung from the roof beam like a dried-up piece of meat.

Only one ghost, its body wreathed in green flames, realized something was wrong and tried to escape while the Goddess of War's weapon was gone. However, two black tentacles that shot out from the ground grabbed its legs. As it struggled, it saw Kambol grab the giant shield and smash it hard against its skull.

Click.

The Goddess of War forcefully ripped the Green Flame Ghost's head, along with its spine, and threw it to the ground.

For some reason, Bai Ge felt as if two words were appearing before her eyes.

The entire team was wiped out.

After dealing with the alien players, the female warrior turned to Bai Ge beside her and said, "Let's go. Now we still need to save Bastet and integrate the surviving ancient gods."

……

Trapped within the invisible barrier, the group stood back to back, watching Bai Di swing his fists and pound the barrier again and again. The previous damage would be reflected back to them in full, but Bai Di seemed completely unconcerned about his own injuries, continuing to slam his fists into the invisible barrier. Although he was covered in wounds and blood was streaming down his forehead and sticking to his eyes, it did not deter Bai Di's determination to break through the invisible barrier.

"This guy's physical strength has surpassed that of the vast majority of players."

Faust turned to look at Bastet beside him, frowned, and asked, "Why aren't you making a move? Aren't you an Old God?"

"Meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow."

Bastet spoke in a cat-like language that no other player could understand; only Faust, who had acquired the Druid's communication skill, could decipher the meaning of her words.

"My abilities have been destroyed by other players from other realms."

At this moment, a crack seemed to appear in the Iron Fist. Sensing the existence of this crack, the bronze mechs that had trapped everyone reacted immediately, releasing a thick black mist towards Bai Ge and his group through their mechs.

Several strange figures seemed to slowly emerge from the thick fog.

What is this?

"Cough cough cough."

A soft cough came from within the black mist, and everyone instantly became alert, watching the approaching figure warily.

A middle-aged man with white hair and bandages around his eyes appeared before them. He wore a black wide-brimmed hat, which hid most of his face in the shadows. He held a bloodstained axe in his left hand and a musket in his right hand, and approached the group step by step.

Another figure gradually approaching was a giant wielding a long-handled broad axe and dressed in armor resembling that of medieval Milan, surging towards the group with overwhelming force.

"Wait, could this be... Father Gascoigne and Gundyr the Ashen One?"

As the familiar newbie-discouraging agent slowly approached, Faust seemed to instantly understand something. He quickly took a step back and said nervously, "I understand! The smoke just now was a manifestation of the most terrifying thing in our hearts!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a sound like a horse's neigh came from the black smoke, and a horse-headed, human-bodied monster wearing Japanese full armor and wielding a huge spiked club appeared before them.

This time, it was Faust's turn to be dumbfounded.

Wait, why is there a horse-headed ghost?

He turned around and looked at the crowd behind him, then said hesitantly, "Are there any clumsy people among you?"

"Excuse me."

Ed raised his hand weakly and said, "I can't beat the Horse-Headed Demon from Nioh 2."

Chapter 573 They have noticed us

As they were talking, the monster roared and charged toward them. The horse-headed demon blocked everyone's retreat with its huge body, forcing them into a dead end with nowhere to go.

The group fought desperately, protecting the bald man despite his bloodied state and mangled fists. At that moment, a crack appeared in the invisible wall, and as it slowly widened, the monster within became increasingly frenzied.

Faust hurriedly flipped through the Necronomicon, hoping to use the power of the Outer Gods to quell the fear deep within his heart. However, when he opened the book, he was surprised to find that there was no movement at all. With a grim expression, Faust turned to look at the invisible wall.

"This thing can even block the power of Outer Gods?"

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Faust hurriedly chanted incantations, and one after another, sure-hit mental attack spells landed on the three monsters.

[Movement Nerf]

[Mental Erosion]

[Psychic Control]

[Delayed Consciousness]

A series of consciousness-based attacks struck the three monsters directly, causing red halos to appear around their heads. Meanwhile, Ed held up an old parchment containing a contract. However, after a moment, he suddenly made up his mind to tear the parchment apart, as if breaking a seal. The parchment floated in the air, emitting a dark blue flame, and slowly burned.

This is one of Ed's trump cards for survival: releasing a summoning spell at the cost of permanently reducing his sanity by 50 points during the mission.

Requiem for the Dead

A monster holding a flute slowly emerged from mid-air. It only had a chest and above, and its two hands gripped a strangely shaped flute. The monster's head didn't even have facial features, but only countless things that looked like air vents.

The monster brought the air diffuser close to the blowhole, and in an instant, eerie flute music echoed throughout the entire barrier of the air wall.

The priest, who had already rushed to the front, raised his musket and pulled the trigger. The bullet that burst out of the barrel remained stuck at the muzzle, along with the scattered sparks. Time seemed to freeze around them, and the monsters were unable to move.

dong dong dong.

The dense drumbeats struck their chests, and in an instant, all the players present seemed to hear the deep, frantic beating of the abominable evil drum and the hollow, monotonous howling of the terrifying magic flute. The surrounding scene suddenly changed to an endless deep space, in a vast, unfathomable dark abyss, where countless deeper black worlds and the sun spun.

The cat goddess Bastet suddenly bristled, as if she sensed some terrifying presence in the distance. The witch followed the direction of the terrified gaze and saw, in the distance of the dark starry sky, a group of enormous, leaping shadows. The entire space was filled with a terrifying, audible pulse, like the rhythmic thumping of a heart.

The loud heartbeats, coupled with the monotonous, abhorrent, and repulsive flute music, caused the sanity of all the players present to plummet, while their spiritual vision surged wildly, pushing their reproductive tract into dangerous territory.

They could vaguely see some strange, enormous figures emerging around them, surrounding the players.

"Stop."

The witch realized something was wrong; a sharp pain shot through her head, as if it were exploding, and she couldn't help but gag. Even more terrifying, a strange murmur mixed with screams lingered in her mind. The mental pollution and spiritual erosion continued to deepen. The witch endured her physical discomfort and cast a magical barrier of forced calm on all the players.

She only saw three motionless monsters turn around and walk toward a huge, leaping shadow in the distance. The strange objects surrounded an indescribable thing, and the witch only glanced at it a few more times before her eyes suddenly bled crimson.

Don't look at Him!

“He must not be seen, called by name, described, or even imagined in your mind, or you will be anchored by him.”

At this moment, Ed's face was pale, and his cheeks were even visibly sunken. He spat out a mouthful of blood, as the release of his skill had pushed his body to its limit.

After the three monsters disappeared, Ed immediately cut off contact. The abhorrent, monotonous melody around them vanished, and everyone gasped for breath, a sense of relief at surviving a catastrophe washing over them.

At this moment, the attack of exchanging injury for injury finally worked, and with his superior physique, he shattered a gap in the air wall. He stretched out his hand, and his ten strong, hook-like fingers forcefully pierced into the nearly ten-centimeter-thick steel plate of his breastplate, directly tearing the armor open.

The Celestial Dragon in the cockpit looked terrified and uneasy, trying to put up a last-ditch effort by controlling his magical mech. Unexpectedly, even though he was seriously injured, the White Emperor still maintained terrifying combat power. He punched the White Emperor hard on the head, his fist sinking into the cockpit and even smashing a hole in the back of the mech.

Even after being killed by a single punch, the humanoid player's corpse's nerves continued to twitch reflexively.

The remaining two attempted to escape, but a withered arm suddenly appeared from the sky, grabbed the two remaining magical mechanical giants, and dragged them into the alien space.

The chainsaw man, hiding among the crowd, finally seized the opportunity and wiped out the enemy.

Everyone breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Faust turned to comfort the vice-president, but the vice-president suddenly tumbled backward, landing face-first on the ground. With lightning speed, Faust caught him, pulled a healing potion from his inventory, and poured it down his throat.

However, his empty eyes seemed to have been drained of their soul, leaving only the faint rise and fall of his chest. He slowly raised his hand, pointing towards the sky, his mouth moving slowly as if he were trying to say something.

"Sky?"

Everyone quickly looked up, only to see the sky gradually turning blood red, with one ferocious eyeball after another tearing through the sky and appearing before them.

Its eyes seemed to carry a deep malice, constantly turning and staring at everything in the dream world.

Faust exclaimed in surprise, "How come so many eyes have suddenly appeared in the sky?"

"Cough cough."

Having regained some of his composure, Ed explained in a low voice, "It was the Necromancer's Requiem from earlier. It's a melody taken from a moment in the past, the Erich Zan Song, played by Tru Nimbra, the invisible dancer who surrounds the Palace of Azathoth."

Ed lay on the ground, as if all the strength in his body had been drained in that moment. He had borne the brunt of the Necromancer's Requiem's ​​mental pollution, and even after drinking several bottles of high-quality recovery potions, his physical functions did not improve at all.

His gaze was fixed on the eyes that appeared one after another on the sky boxes, and he said in a low voice, "Now the distant Outer Gods in the depths of the universe have noticed everything that is happening in the Dreamland."

Chapter 574 Is this Titanium Lord?

What is it like to have an Outer God click on your follow and favorite your items?

A strange sense of unease welled up within the players present, as if a malevolent gaze were looming over them, leaving them nowhere to hide. Even in the distant universe, hidden deep within the Dream Realm, it was not a safe haven.

Is this the gaze of the gods?

For second-tier players, simply being stared at like that would be a fatal blow; high-tier players barely survived thanks to their superior mental strength. However, it wasn't pleasant. The witch could even feel a strange voice constantly surfacing deep within her mind. The deep voice echoed incessantly, like the low whispers of an ancient god. As the voice grew louder, the erosion of her mental pollution deepened, and the echo within her became increasingly intense.

"Damn it."

The witch gritted her teeth. She had one last trump card, a secret weapon she had saved for the final rounds. But given the current situation, if she didn't use it, not only would the human players be destroyed, but the players from other realms and the entire instance world would be wiped out.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The surviving Celestial Dragon players let out mournful howls; no one knew what had happened inside the mech. Powered by magic stones and runes, the mech shook and lurched violently. Even more terrifying, writhing tentacles emerged from the gaps in the cockpit's chest plate, tearing open the thick deck.

The cockpit was a bloody mess. The alien players could no longer be considered human. Their entire bodies had turned into writhing, fleshy tentacles, making them look like sea anemones with their upper and lower bodies transformed into tentacles, which floated and swayed in the air.

The players from other realms with excessive spiritual vision have been completely wiped out, suffering heavy casualties. Meanwhile, the inhabitants of the Dreamland have also undergone a mutation; those who stared directly at the sky for too long have become inhuman monsters, losing their minds and wreaking havoc indiscriminately.

Meanwhile, changes also occurred on the other Earth players. The witch observed countless small bumps appearing under her skin, which were constantly swelling, like bamboo shoots preparing to break through the soil. She even coughed up blood.

Cough cough cough.

With his steel body replacing flesh and blood, Nishizawa Ryo was the least affected by the radiation among the group of players. He took out a bottle of dangerous medicine from his pocket and said, "Let's go. I'm the player least affected by the Outer God's gaze. I'll cover the rear."

"What you have is..."

The witch's expression changed when she saw the medicine bottle in Nishizawa Ryo's hand. Inside the ordinary glass bottle, a wisp of orange-yellow gas seemed to be alive, undergoing irregular Brownian motion.

"A technological virus extracted from subspace."