A different world game? A different world game!

Ferragan suddenly opened his eyes.

At this moment, his pupils had completely transformed into emerald green crystals, reflecting the veins of the entire earth within.

The energy he and his seven companions guided—a convergence of the fortress's remaining natural energy, the earth's spiritual energy, and their own life essence—no longer spread outwards, but instead, like billions of roots, frantically drilled into the depths of the earth.

"With our souls as our guide, with the earth as our bond, and with the spirit of nature as our pledge—"

The chanting of Ferragan intertwined with the low murmurs of the seven druids, creating an ancient, heavy rhythm that reached the depths of the soul.

It wasn't any known Elvish language, but rather primordial syllables closer to the "sound" of nature itself.

"Sleep peacefully... sink into an eternal dream... and let life... condense..."

As the chanting began, an astonishing change occurred.

Centered on the Andal Spirit Fortress, the ground within a one-kilometer radius began to tremble violently.

It wasn't the destructive shaking of an earthquake, but rather a... deep, pulsating rhythm, as if the earth were breathing and contracting.

"Crack... Rumble..."

The rock formations beneath the fortress groaned under the weight of the weight.

Immediately afterwards, in the eyes of countless evacuees who looked back in terror from afar, the majestic fortress that had stood for three thousand years, along with the hill on which it stood, began to sink as a whole.

The earth cracked open with countless bottomless fissures, not spewing out lava, but swallowing inward—swallowing light, swallowing sound, swallowing everything!
The fortress's walls, towers, and internal buildings did not completely collapse during the subsidence process; instead, they were enveloped by an invisible, gentle yet irresistible force.

Like sinking into quicksand, slowly sank into the suddenly opened, pitch-black fissure in the earth, like a giant maw.

In just half a minute, the main body of the fortress, which was a hundred meters high, completely disappeared from the ground.

All that remains is a huge crater nearly a kilometer in diameter, with jagged edges and an unfathomable depth, from which a faint emerald green light emanates.

"Energy convergence!"

The pre-programmed second phase of self-destruction within the fortress was supposed to guide the remaining energy overload, resulting in a devastating explosion.

But at this moment, these energies are not out of control.

At the bottom of the pit, the increasingly bright emerald green light is the convergence point of the fortress's core energy pool, all the remaining magic crystals that have not yet been exhausted, and the residual energy in the enchanted materials of the fortress structure itself.

These energies were forcibly restrained, compressed, and condensed by Feragon, using himself as the hub, the seven druids as the fulcrum, and the natural magic array buried deep underground as the guide.

The green light in the pit grew stronger and stronger, as if a green sun was rising from the ground.

Then--

"call out--------!!!"

A beam of pure natural energy, over twenty meters in diameter and as solid as an emerald pillar, burst forth from the bottom of the pit and shot straight into the sky.

The beam of light pierced through the pervasive purplish-black sky, spreading out high in the air and transforming into countless shimmering green specks of light, like a life-giving rain falling in reverse.

At the same time, a deep, heavy hum, as if from the depths of the ancient earth, spread outwards from the pit in all directions.

This hum is not a sound wave, but a vibration at the level of rules.

Immediate results!

Within the area enveloped by the beam of light, and in the far reaches of the buzzing sound, all the void creatures that were charging or regrouping—whether they were bone cone crabs and diggers on the ground, or floating crystals and snakes flying at low altitudes—paused in unison.

They seemed to lose their balance instantly, and began to stage a bizarre scene on the spot.

Some spun around in place, some stumbled and fell, and some swayed left and right as if they were drunk, their attacks becoming weak and feeble, and they even collided and trampled each other.

Even the legendary void creatures—the "Webweavers" and the "Earthquakes"—were significantly affected, their movements becoming briefly slowed and chaotic.

This is not a psychological attack, but a forced interference with the earth's pulse and natural frequencies.

The "long slumber ritual" led by Ferragan and others, while sinking the fortress underground and accumulating energy, also briefly and drastically altered the "rules of the earth" and "natural rhythms" of the local area.

Void creatures exist by relying on void energy to erode and adapt to local rules. This sudden and intense "change" in the rules has severely impacted the underlying support upon which they rely to act!
But this is not the end.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

An even greater tremor followed.

At the edge of the giant crater that swallowed the fortress, the earth seemed to come alive and began to rise! It was not a simple pile of earth and rocks, but countless rocks, soil, remnants of plant roots, and even ancient minerals buried underground were attracted and reorganized by the energy core at the bottom of the crater that had been condensed to the extreme!

Rocks tumbled and collided, producing a thunderous roar. The soil, imbued with energy, seemed to come alive, automatically reshaping itself. The roots of surviving ancient trees grew wildly, intertwining and spreading. Underground water veins were stirred, transforming into nourishing springs.

Bathed in a shower of green light, accompanied by the deep, resonant hum of the earth, a colossal creature is emerging from the crater!

The first things to emerge from the "ground" were two enormous feet made entirely of hard granite, their surfaces covered with thick moss and creeping vines.

Each foot was over thirty meters long, and the moment it stepped on the ground, it triggered a small earthquake, crushing dozens of void creatures that didn't have time to dodge.

Next are the legs, as thick as mountains, "inlaid" from countless jagged boulders, with crevices filled with glowing soil and winding roots.

Waist, torso, arms, head... every part of this "creature" rapidly took shape before everyone's eyes.

When it stands upright, its height reaches a breathtaking 150 meters!

It is not a finely sculpted statue, but more like a living mountain covered with plants!
The overall design is rugged, with a rough human figure visible.

Its body is composed of alternating dark brown sedimentary rocks and grayish-white granite, with its surface covered with grooves and cracks from the passage of time.

And within these cracks, lush ferns, lichens, mosses, and even shrubs with tiny, unnamed flowers are now flourishing.

Countless thick, metallic-looking ancient vines coiled around its limbs and trunk like blood vessels and tendons, some hanging down with glistening dewdrops at their ends.

Its arms are extremely thick and long, ending in huge fists made of a single piece of obsidian-like rock, with rough surfaces and natural edges.

Its head is relatively small, irregularly oval, and has no facial features, only two sunken "eye sockets" with two stable emerald green flames burning inside.

And a mouth-like crack from which soil and small pebbles constantly tumble down. Above, several twisted but unusually tall ancient pines "grow," like natural crowns.

When it stands upright, its feet firmly planted on the ground, a visible, earthy-yellow energy wave ripples out from beneath its feet, spreading outwards like ripples.

It seemed to be connected to the entire earth, with a continuous flow of earth vein energy flowing into its body through its feet, maintaining the existence and movement of this enormous body.

The embodiment of nature and the wrath of the earth—let's call it "Mountain Giant" for now.

Although the world's will has fallen asleep, its instincts remain. It continues to rebel, still hates these creatures of the void.

When these forces of nature, when this land and the druids are activated by their fury.

They resolutely began to fight back against these void creatures.

Even if the final result remains unchanged.

Its first action after its "birth" was to slowly raise its right arm and then punch the area on the left where the monsters were most concentrated!
The movements appear slow, but are actually as fast as lightning.

"boom--------!!!"

The obsidian giant fist landed!
It was not a simple physical impact.

The instant the fist struck the ground, an extremely terrifying ring of energy, a mixture of pure physical impact and seismic waves, burst outwards in a hemispherical shape from the point of impact!

Wherever the shockwave passed, the earth was as if it had been plowed, and waves of earth several meters deep were stirred up.

The void creatures within range, whether they were the thick-skinned bone cone crabs, the agile and cunning snakes, or even a few smaller elite units, were instantly pulverized before they could even let out a scream!
The purplish-black debris and energy mist were completely buried by the ensuing wave of earth.

With a single punch, all enemies within a radius of nearly 100 meters were wiped out!
The mountain giant seemed to "sense" the effects of the attack.

It slowly turned its head, which was burning with green flames.

Although it has no facial features, everyone can feel that it is "looking" in another direction, and then it raises its left arm and throws another punch!
"boom!!!"

Another area was cleared out.

It began to take steps.

Every step shook the earth, leaving deep, muddy footprints behind me.

Its attacks are simple, brutal, and efficient: punching, slamming the ground, and stomping.

Occasionally, it shakes off large amounts of rocks and vines imbued with natural energy. These falling objects act like cannonballs and tripwires, causing area damage to enemies at medium range.

Even more remarkably, at the location where the fortress's original core energy pool had sunk—which is now the area below the mountain giant's chest—a constantly rotating, emerald-green energy vortex radiating a gentle suction force has formed.

This vortex acted as a powerful attraction, not only providing some energy to the giant itself, but also exerting an irresistible pull on the surrounding void creatures.

It is precisely the attraction node.

These attraction nodes, enlarged and embedded within the body of the megalith, enhance its appeal to organisms in the surrounding environment.

This created a void vacuum around them, and a large number of void creatures have gathered and piled up in this direction.

This giant rock has essentially become a mobile, large-scale node fortress.

Large numbers of void creatures, especially the low-ranking, instinct-driven minions, began to uncontrollably abandon their original targets.

Screaming and struggling, it was pulled by that suction force towards the mountain behemoth, and then... it turned to ashes under its merciless fists and shockwaves.

Even if a new void rift opens in the distance, the monsters that emerge will be immediately attracted by this "conspicuous" and "energy-rich" giant.

They rushed in like moths to a flame, only to be harvested in droves.

The Andal Spirit Fortress has fallen, but a more powerful, more earth-rooted, and mobile natural node with its own "taunt" and "area annihilation" abilities has risen from the ground.

It was like a stubborn nail, or a tireless meat grinder, firmly "nailed" to this area that had just been swallowed by the void, frantically consuming the void's forces and slowing down the swallowing line's further advance inland.

But how long can this giant rock withstand the void?

What will become of him as the waves of the void surge forth?

unknown.

All I know is that this land and its natural environment have been activated.

Only here.

Because this is the birthplace of druids, the natural forces here are active, and the earth here is connected to them.

Not every place can do this, but it is certain that even if it eventually falls, the active areas here will still sow the seeds for future rebirth.

……

High in the sky, above a thin layer of clouds.

Kana had appeared quietly without anyone noticing.

He was still wearing that simple cloth robe, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, calmly looking down at the mountain behemoth below that was "going on a killing spree" in the purple turmoil.

His eyes were deep, reflecting the earth, stones, and green light that erupted with each punch of the Giant Spirit Fist.

It reflected the vast expanse of annihilated purplish-black, and also the emerald core in the giant's chest cavity, representing the final will and soul of Feragen and the seven druids.

There was praise, sadness, a serene understanding, and a hint of anticipation.

"Using the body as the seed, the soul as the guide, transforming the fortress into the coffin, and solidifying the earth's veins into the body..."

Kana murmured to himself, his voice fading into the biting wind, "Ferragan Linyu, the 'eternal rest' you chose for this land is more intense and more effective than anticipated."

"However, how long can such a 'giant' exist? The erosion of the void is all-pervasive, and even beings above the legendary level... will not stand idly by."

His gaze seemed to pierce through space, looking toward the second void gate in the direction of the Bestar continent, or perhaps into the deeper depths, toward the cold and greedy will hidden behind the endless purple.

The mountain behemoth below swung its fist again, smashing a group of "city carvers" who were trying to approach from the side into a deep crater along with the ground beneath their feet.

The green flames burned quietly in its eye sockets, as if making a silent declaration.

This body is a cage, this soul is thorns.

Even in eternal sleep, I will hold you by the throat until the world is restored to light.

That towering mountain spirit, standing alone and resolute on the purplish-black wasteland, wielded its fist, performing a silent and magnificent funeral and guarding ceremony.

"Hmph, they came pretty fast."

Karna witnessed the arrival of an Apocalypse. (End of Chapter)