Chapter 644: Chapter 568 Legendary Battlefield
The Exotic Realm Species, the Pula Clan, who almost entirely allocated their Skill Points to “War,” have built a towering mountain peak in the center of their Warship, so dark it seems to devour any light that touches it.
It stands amidst the ruins, surrounded by the corroding Death Breath Fog Sea, which could only reach the base of the mountain before being halted by so special “force field” that prevented its further spread.
The Transcendents who descended upon the ruins, the first tier, each a “Legendary Level” strong, had long since shaken off the influence of Death Breath and were chasing after Martin Sims’ disciple, Ludwig, who was summoned across centuries, heading towards the summit.
At this mont, they were very close to “Ludwig.”
But after crossing the waist of the mountain, their speed also slowed down, seeming to adapt to an even more powerful force field.
In pursuit, combat frequently erupted.
The battles between Legendary Level strong were each an incredible sight to behold.
Splashing!
Like the sound of “sea water” slapping the shore, a blackish-gray, corroded and highly toxic gas, extracted from the flesh and blood that burst from a Divine Beings with “Life” Divine Positions after death, spread upward, covering several ters above the mountain base, on a “black reef.”
This reef, clearly a single piece extending ten ters in length, smooth surfaced, emanated a hard and Mysterious aura, it was a piece of Black Stone.
As one’s gaze extended further, it could be seen.
The entire “Black Mountain” was in fact made up of such Black Stones, it was like an Exotic Realm Pyramid surrounded by the palaces of giants, Planet Engines, and chanical arms, black as if it were an eternal pyramid.
Soon, the Death Breath receded, and the Black Stone was unhard, still as smooth as a mirror.
The next mont, a Human Figure dashed out of the Fog Sea, standing on that Black Stone, becoming the first “onlooker” of the Legendary Battlefield.
This was a barefoot old man in a floor-length Wizard Robe, his long beard hanging down, kindly and aged, with a pair of conspicuous, curved horns on his forehead, like a Demon, yet he emanated an extrely peaceful and powerful aura.
He was a “Wizard,” a hybrid Biological with demon blood, and also a loner, not affiliated with any Mysterious Organization.
Unquestionably, his gaze imdiately focused on the frequent outburst of Legendary battles above, near the waist of the mountain.
Before he could take a closer look, more movents began in different directions.
From within the toxic fog sea, multiple Human Figures surged out.
In a blink, the old man saw several Bright Knights obviously from the Church, a Holy Nun wielding a sword, and a Heavy Armor Soldier carrying a terrifyingly large hamr… The teams they ford, there were virtually no organizations daring to provoke them, even the crazed types like Rotten Head and Mysterious Deford Show chose to avoid them early on.
The reason was simple: after the Bright Church had shared so Authority from the official side, in order to prove their power to the Extraordinary World while declaring war on both sides, they caused substantial losses to both organizations in a short ti.
Aside from the Church, there were also officials.
The old man saw several high-ranking agents with terrifying auras, and from the military, the cold and authoritative “Generals.”
Afterward, he also noticed mbers from organizations such as the World Tree, Ancient Mystical Vault, Divine Eagle Geography Association, Mysterious Scholar Association… A large number of Order Neutral organizations. Naturally, every organization’s team suffered different degrees of injuries.
Most who walked out alive from the Death Breath Fog Sea were High-level mbers.
Even then, they were all injured, in various states of weakness.
At the sa ti, the old man noted sothing else: compared to the Order Camp, the Transcendents of the Chaotic Camp seed to have suffered even more severe losses.
Those from the Eternal Council, Rotten Head, Mysterious Deford Show, Dark God, Doomsday Sect… The Transcendents from these organizations, their High-level mbers broke free with formidable strength; they all frowned and looked behind them, seemingly puzzled why their “subordinates” had not yet erged.
For the Holy Eagle Nest Society, the primary Decision Layer for this special mission consisted of three “Undying Pioneers,” who were now imrsed in the “Legendary Battlefield.”
Therefore, rotating to the next in line were the four High-level Deacons.
Unfortunately, only two of the High-level Deacons managed to co out; both wore monkey and crow masks, respectively, and were currently tallying the mbers who had followed them out.
To their surprise, besides the other two High-level Deacons, the “Yellow Squirrel” had not appeared either.
They all rembered that although in the initial phase of descending into the ruins the squirrel ca last—belonging to the third tier.
The Legendary Level strong were the first tier, consisting of High-level Transcendents from various organizations, making up the second tier—while the last and most dangerous third tier was for those dispersed in the far rear, exploring and risking their lives, the ordinary mbers.
At the end of the “Original Force Cutting” outbreak, they hurriedly saw that squirrel crush the mad Clown from the Mysterious Deford Show.
Based on their assessnt of strength, both believed that this “new mber” should not have difficulties escaping the Death Breath Fog Sea.
Although it could not yet be conclusively stated, with so much ti having passed, anyone would think that the chances of survival were not high.
As if to slap them in the face!
Just as this thought crossed their minds.
A familiar squirrel call ca from behind, from within the fog sea.
In the sound, one could distinctly hear an intense “provocation” that brought a fiery sensation to one’s heart.
And responding to this provocation was a disturbance that made the ground tremble subtly.
For a ti, all High-level Transcendents were unsure whether to first appreciate the Legendary combat scene or look behind to what had happened?
However, the exclamations of the crowd soon led them to make a decision.
Their gazes collectively swept over, and they saw a yellow flash cutting through the deadly fog in the grey fog sea, swiftly landing on a smooth Black Stone, casually straightening his glasses. Beneath the Detective Hat, the head turned.
Quickly assessing the scene before him, he imdiately revealed a brilliant smile and headed straight for the Order Camp.
But he did not enter the territory occupied by the “Holy Eagle Nest Society”, instead, after several leaps, he arrived beside the Bright Church and official teams, directly taking the highest spot on a Black Stone.
He didn’t rest or heal his wounds like other High-level Transcendents.
Instead, after securing his position, he took the shockingly designed “Fury Reliever” from his backpack, holding it with one hand while continuously pulling out Original Force Crystals and Body Enhancent Agents with the other, using them at a dizzying speed.
In the blink of an eye, everyone saw him recover to his pri state.
Just as the Transcendents were wondering about Tang Qi’s actions,
In the next second, the disturbance erging from the fog sea clarified their doubts.
The originally relatively peaceful fog sea suddenly boiled over.
As soon as the first Caluna Demon broke through the Death Breath and appeared before everyone, the montum of the pursuing monster army behind it, with a blast of energy, cleared the deadly fog of the area ahead.
The army that had been chasing Tang Qi across nearly half of the Ruins, now appeared before all the Transcendents.
Aside from the Caluna Demons who continued to “breed” while pursuing, there were also mbers from over a dozen Mysterious Organizations, including Rotten Head and Mysterious Deford Show.
However, their State was very poor.
Evil and chaos did not exempt them from the corrosion of the “Death Breath”.
Their persistence here relied on willpower.
Each one of them glared at Tang Qi with fiery eyes, wishing to personally peel off the yellow fur of that “squirrel”.
Especially when they left the Fog Sea, feeling a new lease on Life, only to suddenly see that squirrel still effortlessly pulling out a bunch of crystals and enhancers to quickly recover, these resilient Extraordinary Monsters felt the urge to ntally collapse.
The entire pursuit had been like this.
They thought, although the squirrel was fast, with persistent effort, they could soon deplete his “dication”.
At that ti, it would be the mont they could butcher the squirrel.
But the backpack on that squirrel seed to be the source of their nightmare.
The dication inside it seed endless.
Conversely, their dications were limited. During the pursuit, they could only watch as their “companions” one by one exhausted their dications and died in the poison.
Aside from that squirrel, the Caluna Demons also infuriated them greatly.
Who could have thought?
These Demons could run and breed at the sa ti.
The intense scenes, the “Demon Monster Eggs” falling from ti to ti, the accidentally sprayed liquid with strong corrosive properties… every single aspect deeply stimulated them.
Fortunately, the ti for resolution had arrived.
The Evil Transcendents who had escaped the “Death Breath Fog Sea” coordinated exceptionally well, simultaneously making “complaints” to their high-level mbers.
Of course, they didn’t forget the most critical point.
They inford the upper echelons about Tang Qi obtaining the “Blood Angel Symbiont”.
Evil Organizations were driven only by interests.
However, as these high-level evil figures were getting eager to act, they quickly found they couldn’t move.
Tang Qi was not alone at all.
He was now completely situated at the central area of the Order Camp. To target him, they had to first break through the Church, officials, World Tree… and a whole heap of organizations.
They ca to a realization why that squirrel, upon appearing, imdiately chose the best position.
At this mont, those high-ranking officials felt the “frustration” of their subordinates.
“Shaless!”
To have so many Evil Transcendents cursing at him simultaneously, Tang Qi was truly unique.
But at this ti, Tang Qi had no ti to care about them.
He was occupying the “high ground”, wielding the Fury Reliever, unscrupulously venting Magic Power. The calm yet terrifying blue Flas were slaughtering Caluna Demons one after another as they rushed up.
This second, countless Transcendents from the Order and Chaos Camps.
Their expressions were a bit stunned as they watched the high-up Black Stone, a yellow squirrel holding the “Extraordinary Green Cannon”, biting on a vintage pipe, with a smug expression on its face, firmly blocking the checkpoint, slowly diffusing the tidal wave ford by the Caluna Demons. The scene was both magnificent and Abnormal.
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