Monsters Are Coming-Chapter 1143 - 306: Three Parties Frustrated, No Winners
Frosty Winter Snowfield Battleground.
The blizzard howls, the cold wind is as sharp as a knife.
As the only experimental base consuming resources in the Monster World set up by the Lord of Jile, this place operates non-stop 24 hours a day.
At this moment, the battle between the players and the Jile Army is in full swing.
Those who can stay here are all from the rookie player group.
The combat style generally resembles that of street hooligans, with all kinds of underhanded tricks occurring frequently.
A corner of the battlefield.
"Let go, damn it, let go." A player was knocked to the ground by a purple-skinned Evil Spirit, and the two began wrestling.
The purple-skinned Evil Spirit held onto the player's hair tightly, while the player lay on the ground, baring his teeth, and madly kicked the Jile Evil Spirit's stomach.
With each kick, the Evil Spirit grunted, but the player wasn't comfortable either.
In this fight, most of the player's hair had already been pulled out, worrying that his hair volume would run out before his health bar does.
"Ouch, you're playing dirty?" At that moment, the player was suddenly kicked in the groin by the Jile Evil Spirit, his face instantly turning red.
But the purple-skinned Evil Spirit didn't care, landing two more kicks in the same weak spot.
Further away, a purple-skinned Thorny Snake and player were staging a "peak battle" of mutual eye-poking.
"I poke, I poke, I poke poke poke."
The player frantically jabbed his fingers into the Thorny Snake's assistant eyes, while the Thorny Snake wasn't to be outdone, driven by its "combat instinct logic," using its tail hook to precisely catch the player's eyelid, and pulling hard.
The player, feeling intense pain, opened his mouth to howl:
"Healer, healer, where are you, help!"
The mixed battles in other regions were similar.
The site was a large-scale rookie pecking scene, nowhere near the intensity of the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range.
Even before the Black Tide arrives, perception precedes it.
As the perception of the Earth Thought Evil Spirit pierced through the biting wind and snow, the dark red pupil on the tower platform trembled slightly.
It had witnessed countless bloody battlegrounds, devoured numerous clans' civilizations, yet the scene before it made it feel absurd for the first time.
Unable to help being stunned.
In terms of battlefield layout, a familiar sense, but the display of combat strength was unbearable to look at.
The Earth Thought Evil Spirit's blood pressure soared as it scanned the area, feeling humiliated.
The purple-skinned Evil Spirit Soldiers looked fierce.
But what kind of Evil Spirits roll around on the ground during fights, using lowly tactics like hair-pulling, groin-kicking, eye-poking, and body slamming against enemies?
And then there were the Beast Insect Races in purple skin on the battlefield. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
The Insect Race is crazy, but not stupid.
When its gaze moved to a spot, the twisted-form Insect Race with purple skin charged forward, instinctively slashing with scythe-like limbs like a drunk swinging a fist at foolish players.
A Thunder Beast cub headbutted a player activating the Stone Statue Ghost trait, but ended up dizzy and plunged into the snow, six limbs twitching in the air, then suddenly twisted to strike its own Insect Warriors...
The Earth Thought Evil Spirit's perception awkwardly advanced.
The various images refreshed its worldview.
In this Monster World of strong clans, there could be such bizarre battlegrounds, simply unbearable to watch.
Rather than war, it's more like a bunch of clumsy imitators rolling in the mud.
All kinds of passionate cries, roars, and maneuvers, like children waving a toy sword without an edge, mistakenly believing they are in a brutal life-and-death struggle, seemingly passionate, but actually meaningless.
Looking again at the purple-skinned Evil Spirit, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit's heart trembled.
As a proud Evil Spirit Warrior, it never cared about anything from other races.
The struggles, roars, and desperate prayers of those races before their extinction meant nothing to it, merely a process of fermentation of nutrients.
Just like in Ah Luo's Small World, even if the whole world turned into a Blood Sea, with countless lives dying in wails, it would feel no pity, only devouring indifferently.
The purple-skinned Evil Spirits before it were devoid of even the value of destruction in its eyes.
Yet it felt humiliated.
In player's terms, it's a face-to-face ultimate attack.
This group of clumsy fighters, who even use stones found on site to battle, without dignity, made it feel an indescribable shame and anger.
"Evil Eye, help me delete this memory!"
"I can't delete any of it, I'm just an Assistant Eye, without permission or ability to delete your memory." The Evil Eye responded clearly.
Looking at the rookie pecking images in the perception screen, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit's anger surged.
It felt it couldn't let itself be miserable, it had to share this image in the "circle of friends."
Then, a shared view appeared in the Bully Alliance's spirit network.
After a few seconds, various howls rang out in the Earth Thought Evil Spirit's mind.
Ghost Teeth: Delete it, quickly erase this from my memory, what is this, too nauseating.
Iron Spine: Earth Thought Boss, why are you sharing everything in the spirit network, it made me feel intense shame, quickly kill them all, leave none, plow the ground three feet after killing.
Blood Pattern: Bootleg players? Bootleg Black Tide? Bootleg Insect Race, what kind of ghost place is this, Earth Thought Boss, wherever you are, quickly wipe them out, it's an eyesore.
Fuxin: Seeing the perception images shared by Earth Thought Boss, I realized my understanding is still too shallow, there are always some worldview-refreshing sinister things in the outside world… So, I just want to know who's behind it, I'll exterminate its civilization, and the neighboring one as well.
...
Seeing the feedback from brothers, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit felt a bit better.
Everyone being miserable together made its misery shared.
But the images on the snowfield battleground still made it feel uncomfortable.







