Origin Paradise!

"The field unfolds."

In an instant, a simple domain covering an area of ​​300 meters in radius descended, with flames of five different colors—gray, black, bright red, dark green, and golden yellow—flowing across its surface.

Jiang He clenched his fists, relying on the control of the flames. He infused the flames with energy properties, something that could be done at the Perfect level. Now that he had the Supreme level of Thunder Control, the principle of enhancing the properties was naturally the same.

The next moment, lightning flashed.

Five-colored lightning and five-colored flowing fire flowed simultaneously across the surface of the simple domain. After being reinforced by the dream-eating Baku's dream of indulgence, the domain's hardness had already been significantly enhanced.

"Left thunder, right fire."

Jiang He slammed his fists down.

Within the simplified realm, lightning and flames descended from the sky, raging and violently sweeping across the ground. Lightning repeatedly cleaved the earth, like giant, unstoppable sword strikes. The flames surged and roared, and with the enhancement of various skills and the supreme control usually possessed only by those of the Gold rank, the fire demons suffered greatly.

For lower-level beings, a domain is nothing less than a butcher's knife. Although what someone is currently in control of is only a simplified version, after layers of enhancement, its power is already quite considerable. It just lacks the domain ability built from the domain core.

Just a few seconds.

When the simple domain dissipated, all five hundred silver demons perished, not a single corpse intact. Severed limbs, broken flesh, and rotten mud covered the ground, and thorny bushes extended outwards, carrying away all the remains and collecting them into their personal sanctuary. These materials were the nutrients for piecing together the battle banner from the bones.

Not far away, Mosis stood rooted to the spot, even doubting that the guy in front of him could escape from his father's clutches, which was the highest praise for a golden heir.

"Sir, if you don't run, you'll be dead!"

The Terminator and the Quick-Knife Chef had already turned and started walking. Although the demons died a tiny bit faster, the result was exactly what the two had expected.

Just then, a figure rushed towards them along their planned retreat route, occasionally flashing a short distance. Behind him were dozens of players, and the two sides chased each other, leaping and bounding across rooftops.

Chapter 333 King of Knights

On the frozen marshland.

A figure swept over the half-frozen houses, and the ultimate ability, "Uncertain Blink," was suddenly activated. He instantly appeared on the street thirty meters to his left, leaving two craters in his wake.

In just a few seconds, six flashes of light allowed the "passing fellow Daoist" to distance himself from his pursuers, but there was no joy on his face. If speed alone could solve the problem, he wouldn't have been surrounded and chased by everyone.

Sure enough, the next moment, among the players following closely behind, a wizard hidden in a cloak waved his staff, the gem at the top shining brightly, and the single-target perfect-level sorcery - Lazy Heart - finished its cooldown and hit the target again.

"Not good..."

In an instant, the passing fellow Daoist felt extremely empty inside. He was immersed in laziness, as if he didn't want to think about anything. Moreover, his energy circulation became extremely slow, and his body was like a rusty machine. Under the pressure from both inside and outside, his movement speed dropped precipitously.

"Good job!"

"As expected of the pinnacle wizard of the Sloth School."

"Watch out, he hasn't run out of supplies yet!"

The group approached rapidly, exchanging information while secretly increasing their vigilance towards those around them. The Sloth School was one of the major powers in the void, with its legacy remaining in many worlds. The first master of the school once roamed the boundless void as the ultimate sin, Sloth.

As the enemy drew closer, when the leader had crossed a hundred meters, the pendant around the neck of the passing fellow Daoist suddenly emitted a bright red light, a light that sent a strong sense of alarm and pain through him.

"Troublesome guy."

The passing fellow cultivator decisively drank several bottles of hard-won purification potions to suppress the abnormal state to the end. When his speed returned to its peak, he activated "Uncertain Flash" repeatedly and returned to a safe distance.

Curses and mental spells attacked, severely disrupting the rapid movement of the passing cultivators. This pursuit was like dancing on a knife's edge; a slight misstep could result in a gruesome death.

"We must use our strength against them before we run out of supplies."

With the Queen's Bridge right in front of them, the passing fellow cultivators rushed across without hesitation.

Foreign powers were indifferent to this area.

Across the street, the battlefield was riddled with holes, and the blood of demons stained the center of the icy plains crimson. The leader of the End Players, Terminator, and the leader of Twilight, Quick-Knife Chef, were running for their lives. As they raced ahead, they also blocked the path of the demon Mosis. When facing a beast, being faster than your teammate greatly increases your chances of survival.

"Get out of the way!" Quick-Knife Chef roared angrily as he saw the group of players in front of him.

“The Demon Chef, he has the Core of the World!” said a player from Twilight. He was one of the few radicals in the faction. The leader was the player’s spokesperson, but that did not mean he had the power to command them. Ultimately, the core factor that determined the master-servant relationship was the balance of power.

The Terminator remained silent, running frantically with its head down. At a time like this, it still cared about the core of the world, which meant it couldn't grasp the concept of life and death.

Deng Deng Deng!

Just as the two sides were about to meet, a distant sound of horses' hooves rang out.

The gray eight-legged warhorse galloped forward, unleashing an extremely ferocious aura, with dark red fluctuations spreading outwards—this was the domineering intimidation emanating from the true talent of the Charisma attribute.

Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.

The passing fellow Daoist was the calmest among them. His speed, combined with "uncertain flashes," was comparable to that of the great powers, and he could easily escape unscathed. However, due to the excessive concentration of resources, his other aspects were relatively ordinary, but still at a normal peak level.

"Brother, catch!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the passing Taoist decisively tossed the ancient oil lamp in his hand to the cloaked wizard.

[Announcement: Ownership of the world's nuclear sphere has been transferred to the Visionary (Battlefield of All Beings). The location of the world's nuclear sphere will now be revealed in real-time.]

"I'll kill you sooner or later!" the cloaked wizard thought angrily. The ancient oil lamp in his hand was the core of the world, but at this moment it was like a hot potato. The great powers were right in front of him, and who dared to take it for themselves?

The ancient oil lamp rose into the sky once more, and the key item that countless players had fought over before was now discarded like trash.

The quick-knife chef saw the oil lamp coming at him, but didn't even try to catch it. He slapped it away and sent it flying, continuing the game of musical chairs.

Deng Deng Deng!

The gray warhorse came at breakneck speed, unstoppable.

The players who were originally chasing them scattered. The two tragedies at the Archives and the Royal Opera House have already proven the dominance of the great powers. The existence of these monsters makes the game completely unbalanced and offers no fun for the players whatsoever.

In the end, the ancient oil lamp was returned to the cloaked wizard.

He kicked it directly, and the oil lamp flew towards someone.

[Announcement: Ownership of the World Core has been transferred to Moker (Origin Battlefield). The location of the World Core will now be revealed live.]

Unfortunately, the gray warhorse showed no sign of stopping.

Seeing the enemy still charging towards him, the cloaked wizard was both shocked and furious. He immediately shouted, "Mo Ke, I've already given you the item, what more do you want!"

For players, handing over items to others can be considered a humiliation to some extent.

Jiang He remained expressionless on horseback. Even if the other party refused to give it to him, the item would ultimately be his. The decision to kill or not to kill was based on merit, not on whether the target yielded or surrendered.

The cloaked wizard desperately unleashed spell after spell from various schools, but all were immune to the enemy's terrifyingly high anomalies. Their mental and elemental resistances were a nightmare for any spellcaster. Brilliant silver arcs of light burst forth, their power invincible.

……

Half an hour later, on the edge of the foggy city.

A message came through the three-person chat channel.

At the same time, the number of players in the other three battlefields has been reduced again. Combined with the announcement of the change of ownership of the World Core just now, it is clear that Mo Ke has once again launched a bloody massacre.

Tommy returned from outside the barrier, the blood-red short spear in his hand immediately vanishing, replaced by a tall, slender figure.

Jiang He, holding the old-fashioned oil lamp in his hand, said, "Take this."

Tommy nodded. He had almost unconditional trust in his comrade-in-arms with whom he had shared life and death many times.

The moment the Child of Destiny's fingertips touched the oil lamp, the power of destiny residing within him surged forth, like an extremely flammable invisible fuel, and the pungent smell of gunpowder immediately rose.

[Prompt: Ignite the Coordinate Fire? (Once ignited, the holder of the World Core is prohibited from leaving a radius of one kilometer. This ignition will last for six hours. If the holder dies, the Coordinate Fire will revert to the World Core state. World consciousness will recover after six hours.)]

The man with the talisman couldn't help but ask curiously, "Executor, what did the Origin hint say?"

Jiang He shook her head and said, "It has nothing to do with you."

Talisman Man: "..."

What is his reason for appearing in this world?

"I will notify the three of you if needed. This place is too close to the barrier and is not suitable as an ignition point."

Jiang He calmed his three colleagues down a bit, then activated the Möbius Blood Shadow to switch places back to the Queen's Bridge.

The deputy commander straightened his collar a few times and said with emotion, "If we can succeed smoothly, we will also have a share of the credit."

The man with the talisman was utterly disgusted by the self-serving behavior of this opportunistic young man.

The astrologer said quietly, "I don't think that all living beings and the end will sit idly by and wait for their demise. Besides, there are demons. The demon lord, as the Golden Stack, is left outside the world rift. I estimate that he will do whatever it takes."

The man with the talisman was horrified: "It can force its way through the gaps?"

“Absolutely impossible,” the Deputy Commander of Operations said. “But the demons in the abyss are endless, and the cost of human wave tactics is negligible for a lord. Perhaps it’s not time for us to be idle yet. Let’s prepare to head to the battlefield.”

……

On the other side, Queen's Bridge.

Dozens of corpses were scattered on the streets of the icy plains, swept away by iron-blooded thorns. Although the bodies of these dead varied in strength, they were all of silver quality, making them rare materials that could be used to support the skeletons and assemble war banners, along with the corpses of demons.

On the surface of the bridge, Jiang He, carrying an oil lamp, chose to ignite the coordinate fire.

In an instant, an ethereal flame rose, the oil lamp shifted from solid to indistinct, and a slender yet resilient beam of light shot straight into the sky, as if announcing to the entire foggy city that, in order to prevent the coordinate flame from going out, the flame-bearer could not move long distances, which was equivalent to entering the "guarding the point" phase.

Jiang He raised his right hand, and blood flies flew out from the bright red ring, looking like a dense blood mist from a distance. The blood poison, which was of the highest level of immortality, took effect, making the original hellish smallpox disease even more severe and ferocious.

As the blood flies flew to all parts of Fog City, the Hellish Smallpox began to spread. Due to the floods that caused the citizens of Fog City to flee, the virus did not have any obvious impact, but for the players hiding in the corners, it was a catastrophe.

The Fog City Circus.

In the empty stands, the clown-like player "Demon Slayer" was torturing several Twilight thugs. One of them stared blankly, unable to resist the monstrous strength before him. It was an easy task for an elite to bully ordinary people.

Suddenly, a blood fly landed on the clown's face. He stuck out his tongue, rolled it up, and ate it. Then he chuckled incessantly in a low voice. But after a moment, his expression suddenly froze, his skin began to fester endlessly, and his health plummeted.

"What the hell is that!"

The Demon Slayer stared in horror at the corpses before him. In the blink of an eye, these thugs had turned into a pile of mud. An uncontrollable tingling sensation filled his throat, and he coughed violently a few times, coughing up fragments of his internal organs.

[Hint: You have contracted hellish smallpox...]

The demon slayer swiftly pulled out a medium-sized healing potion and drank it. The liquid flowed down his throat, bringing a terrifying pain as if his soul were being ripped out. This potion only treated the symptoms, not the root cause; his health continued to steadily decline even after it rebounded.

The rooftop of the Thames Hotel.

A group of male and female players, dressed in yukata, are soaking in an open-air hot spring. Given the altitude, they are naturally unaffected by floods. They kiss each other, their passion igniting like dry tinder. In this colossal Twilight Frontier, such a free spirit is quite common.

Seafood Radish Soup is slender and beautiful. She has the strength of a peak Silver Realm expert and is the leader of this adventure team. At this moment, she is holding a man and a woman in her arms.

"Miss Tang, you're so annoying," the woman said shyly.

Seeing this, the seafood radish soup was very tempted and went up to give it a passionate kiss, but it tasted a sour and foul smell. Her expression changed immediately, and after spitting it into her palm, she found that it was a mouthful of pus.

Suddenly, a male player was rolling around on the floor next to the hot spring, wailing in pain.

"It's broken, I've broken it!"

The female companion got up, at a loss, only to feel her cheeks getting itchier and itchier. She scratched lightly and actually tore off most of her face. For a silver player, a face is nothing to be afraid of, but her health points had already dropped by more than 20%.

"what!"

Dozens of players were in complete chaos.

[Hint: You have contracted hellish smallpox...]

Seafood Radish Soup's gaze sharpened. Her core ability was perfect shaping and optimization, which had attracted many handsome men and beautiful women as well as charming players. She didn't hold back and did her best to restore her companions' forms.

Smack!

The man, writhing and howling in agony, had his head mangled and became the first player to die at the scene.

Seafood Radish Soup's expression was extremely grim. This virus damages the soul; physical collapse is merely a symptom.

She reached out and her delicate nose fell into her palm.

"what!"

……

Smallpox swept through the entire city of Fog City at lightning speed, and nearly a thousand players fell victim to its clutches.

The Hell Smallpox, based on the Undying Blood Poison, is equivalent to a high-ranking Gold-level expert specializing in poison personally spreading it and attacking the entire Fog City. However, due to the vast size of Fog City, the dilution was unavoidable, which gave the Silver-level players some chance to struggle and save themselves.

Platinum Palace.

The Terminator and the Quick-Knife Chef, carrying the long-dead king and led by the demon Morsis, arrived at the forbidden garden deep within the palace.

Inside a golden coffin, a young king with dazzling golden hair, as bright as the sun, is sleeping.

The sword in the stone, which the one who pulls out is king, stands on the left.

According to legend, the sword in the stone broke during the duel between the Knight King and King Perinore because it violated the code of chivalry. Later, the Knight King obtained the King's sword from the Lady of the Lake, which was named after the sword that broke steel.

This sword was forged by the elves in Avalon. Its hilt is made of gold and its blade is inlaid with jewels. Its edge is indestructible and it stands on the right at this moment.