I am a reincarnation player.

The only people Yuki could show mercy to were just a few. Their actions were too obvious and the judge would see the problem. This was just a hunt in which no distinction was made between friend or foe.

Fumera will not join forces with the monster front to deal with him. Yuki's instructions are only to prevent her from being accidentally injured, and Fulilian, who delivered the message, is very important.

If she wanted to harm Yuuki, she would secretly pass on the message and let the three parties dig a trap together, but with Philen as the link, she would not do that.

And Fumera would only trust this disciple who was renewing their old relationship. With the intelligence of the Sage of the Tower, she knew that this was the only way out.

If Yuki didn't intervene, the 'Sage Tower' would definitely be destroyed. If she intervened too obviously, the Judge would cause trouble for her. Only by killing indiscriminately without distinguishing between friend and foe could the matter be limited to 'hunting'. The advantage picked up by the Sage Tower was only accidental.

The knife is in Yuki's hand. Whoever he wants to injure but not kill will live, and whoever he wants to injure will surely die.

Whoever does it must die.

Chapter 6: Okay, you all die together

The hunt continued, Fulilian used space magic to return to the base camp, and Yuki continued hunting according to the list.

This made the Monster Front and the Great Cemetery breathe a sigh of relief. From their perspective, this was just a big boss from a certain faction taking advantage of the situation. After all, it was not easy to find a hunting ground as chaotic and high-end as the 'Ether Particle'.

The soul material of each epic player is priceless. If they were not afraid of attracting more enemies, they would all want to "clean up", but local players cannot hide their identities, so it is extremely embarrassing to deal with.

If you kill someone, you will be hated by the entire camp immediately. Don’t expect to have peace when you go to dungeons and do tasks in the future. Those who are really shameless can be killed, and most of them will be politely expelled.

In a sense, the golden armored warriors were a great help. Their concealment items were very high-end, and it was impossible to detect which camp they belonged to, so they had no way to take revenge. They had nothing to do with the dog-eat-dog fights that took advantage of the players. As for the subordinates who were sent away, just treat them as a gift.

This is a good thing. After unifying the outposts, the war will end quickly and the golden-armored warrior will have to leave. No matter how strong he is, he cannot compete with an entire 'ether particle'.

You must first stabilize the country before you can resist foreign aggression. Anyway, there will be an endless supply of players, and they can be replenished in a hundred border years. The players who survive the war will become stronger.

No one wanted to disturb Yuki, so they only arranged for him to observe from a distance. After discovering that he did not want to interfere in the civil war of the 'Aether Particle', the two forces mobilized their armies to besiege the tower.

The valley was filled with densely packed players. A gray-white towering tower stood in the center of the valley. Like the castle tower during the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, this exclusive space was extremely solid and difficult to destroy from the outside.

Hundreds of players lined up to enter the tower and transmit the situation inside back. Nefarian and the Undead King sat in the center of the army, looking at the chaos props originating from the technological world in a daze.

The appearance of the golden-armored warriors brought the two sides back to their honeymoon period, and they had to end the war quickly, otherwise more and stronger players would come in and might turn against Tiangang. It was not uncommon for camps in the border area to be destroyed by outsiders.

"It's a very powerful space folding technology. The inside of the tower is like another world. The strength of the exclusive space is also very high. It can completely withstand attacks below the epic level."

The Undead King stared at the screen. There was nothing fancy about the faction war. There were no prompts and no need to investigate. It was just a competition of combat power.

Hundreds of players poured in and then fought with the players in the tower. From the outside, the tower looked only two hundred meters in diameter, but it was actually composed of countless exclusive spaces stacked on top of each other.

The first level is a vast forest, where elf players ambush among the trees. However, it is a little different from the magical world. Being an elf player does more than just shoot arrows with a bow.

Heavy ion cannons, missile arrays, and even giant robots. No bow and arrow can compare to the rapid upgrade of a Gundam. The monster front is not bad either. A troll player wearing alloy power armor is wrestling with a Gundam, and a Undead Knight is charging on a mechanical warhorse.

There are all kinds of strange and bizarre things, and no two props are the same. They fight in small teams in the forest, with lava sprayers and fire magic mixed together, and flying swords and magic circles side by side.

"After all, it's their lair. It has been reinforced a lot since the war began." Nefarian has long been accustomed to this weird style of painting. Every player has different adventures, and only the faction talent "Ether Affinity" is the same.

But ether can be expressed in various ways. It can be studied in the way of magic, or it can be integrated with cultivation or technological props, just like a giant robot being shattered by super-dimensional magic and a dwarf running out of the cockpit.

"How many camps does the energy radar detect?" Nefarian stretched out his hand, and immediately an adjutant brought a report. This kind of data analysis is also learned after becoming a player. Thinking back, I was like a primitive man before.

"Seventeen factions, and yet they're still willing to pay the price to die with them." The Undead King stretched his head to take a look, and lightly stroked the surface with his bony hand. "The 'Divine and Demonic Realm' is the most troublesome, worthy of being a staunch ally."

This is also a powerful faction that includes elements of 'sword and magic' and is a staunch ally of the Tower. As he was speaking, the radar detected a high-energy reaction and zoomed in on the image.

A thick beam of energy fell from the sky, covering dozens of square kilometers like a nuclear explosion. In the center of the screen, the red-haired female wizard sensed something and made a shooting gesture towards the screen.

"Dragon Breaker, the Fire Dragon Girl is here too. Are they truly determined to help us to the end?" Neltharion raised an eyebrow and waved gently, letting the second group of players into the tower. "Epic Tier I strength won't be enough to influence the battlefield."

"But her sister is a troublesome person."

"If she joins a faction war, her downfall is her own fault. Do you think we should show mercy and wait for her to kill us?" Neltharion snorted, not bothering to care. "The Inquisitor gave the Red Dragon Rider a clear warning. If she participates, she will be slapping Lord Banshee in the face."

Participating in a war and being a hunter like Yuki are two different concepts. The former are mercenaries, and the identities of the enemy and friend are very clear. Of course, some players with very powerful backgrounds still have to be shown mercy.

"Albedo, lead your men to hold her back. Don't rush to kill her." The skeleton tilted its head slightly and said to the beautiful white-clad demon, "After tempering, you have reached Epic Level I. Holding her back will be no problem."

"Your request is my mission, Supreme Lord."

The girl curtsied and strode into the tower with murderous intent, followed by a dozen players above Monster Level III.

The Undead King nodded with satisfaction. The faction war brought destruction, but it also tempered the players. The surviving players became stronger and stronger. Of course, the same was true for the opponents.

"We need to end the battle quickly and attack the upper levels as soon as possible. As long as we threaten the medium, these factions will retreat on their own."

The Undead King's words went straight to the point. The medium was the bridge between the outpost and the border area. There was only one exclusive medium in the tower. Once they controlled it, the players from other camps would have no way to escape.

No matter how many benefits there are, they won't let them leave their lives here.

"The shapeshifters have mixed in with the wounded and will soon find their location. Then you and I will break through from the outer layer and secure victory in one fell swoop." Nefarian raised his head and saw hundreds of players flying around the gray-white tower, scanning it with various detection props.

The outer wall of the exclusive space was very strong, but it was not invulnerable in front of two epic level III players. He was more concerned about another thing.

"Sir Orochimaru, are you sure He won't get involved?"

"I can't be sure about that. That person doesn't want to reveal his identity, nor does he want to be restricted." Orochimaru smiled softly and said in a hoarse voice, "Without the Grand Inquisitor, no one can intimidate Him. If I talk too much, I will have to stay."

"Lawlessness, the authority of the judge has been challenged, and Madara-sama is really not going to care?"

Haha, he didn’t know which mission space he was hiding in with the Hundred Eyes of True Knowledge to guard the key target.

Orochimaru smiled but said nothing, "Once we eliminate Taichi, we will have the ability to regain our dignity."

But you can't find it at all, or rather, the border area is full of "Taiyi" and you need to identify them one by one.

Nazario suddenly felt that it would be best for the Judge to perish with Taiyi. At that time, the border area would be under the true laws of the Dark Forest, with no order and the strong being respected.

"I understand. Since the Judge has such an attitude, we will not participate in the future war against Taiyi."

He immediately pulled out his sword mercilessly, catching Orochimaru off guard. He thought to himself that these bastards changed their attitude so quickly, and his expression darkened a little.

"you sure?"

"Hmph, in order to find 'Taiyi' we did not hesitate to reduce the outpost to a scorched earth, and we performed our duties conscientiously throughout the entire mission. The price is heavy enough. Participating in that war was not part of the deal." Nefarian argued. He was Deathwing and was never short of conspiracies and tricks.

"That sounds nice, but it just means you're scared."

"We should be afraid. The feud between Taiyi and the Samsara Game is not ours to participate in. We have suffered heavy losses of Aether particles, and we have no right to participate until we have recovered our strength." The Undead King took over the conversation, stroking the ring. The skull seemed to be laughing.

"Of course, we won't become enemies with the Judge. If there's enough reward, we'll still keep the possibility of participating."

This is very clear. It's not impossible to participate, but you have to pay extra money.

Even the Grand Inquisitor has fallen. Who do they think they are? Why would they risk their lives to join a war? Besides, the Ether Particles have indeed suffered heavy losses. It would be good enough if they could defend their own outpost.

Orochimaru glanced at the two players with an uncertain expression. His authority was not enough to discuss the matter. In the absence of any subjugation missions in the Samsara Game, the Judges were arguing among themselves about whether to mobilize the players.

No one will work for free. It is very expensive to let epic players join the war. If the reincarnation game does not take action, why should the judge bear the cost?

"Do you think cooperation is no longer valuable?"

Nefarian and the Undead King looked at each other. Isn't this obvious?

With the power of the Judge, they are only one step away from unifying the ether particles. Then comes the opportunity for development. A powerful and united camp like "Valhalla" will be born sooner or later. What do they care about the wind and rain outside?

It would be best if Taiyi and the Judge died together, causing the order to completely collapse, so that they would have a chance to become chess players. This is also the common idea of ​​many bigwigs in the camp. Seeing that the second major upheaval will happen sooner or later, why not seize more benefits.

"It is of infinite value. We will continue to carry out the Judge's commission. If He is in the ether, He will definitely be found."

"Nonsense! Almost all the remaining players are here. If He were here, He would have come out long ago." Orochimaru snorted and raised his hand to stop Neltharion from explaining. "Stop talking. That player is just an excuse. You think the Judge is too busy to bother you over such a small matter."

Having said that, Neltharion was too lazy to pretend anymore and gave a sly smile: "No, no, no, we have always held the Inquisitor and Master Madara in the highest respect and have never violated the agreement between us."

"It was you who broke the deal. The contract said that the Judge should help us win the faction war. Now there is a threat right next to us, but you turned a blind eye." The Undead King silently finished off Orochimaru, choking him and making him speechless.

How can he intervene? He doesn't know which side the golden-armored warrior is from. Lord Aizen has issued a strict order not to expand the enemy. He can't risk his life to help these two old bastards.

Besides, the "ether particle" incident has already made the judge regret it deeply. At that time, he finally caught a real clue and didn't think too much about it. Who knew that things would develop so quickly.

It has only been a few border moons, and the threat of 'Taiyi' has expanded hundreds of times, even to the point where he has the reincarnation prop in hand, which is enough to make an entire world escape the control of the game.

I can't raise the stakes here, and I don't have the time to do so. Of course, in the reincarnation game, there's no such thing as who's right or who has the loudest voice, but aren't the Grand Inquisitors busy right now? They have too many things to do, so how could they have the time to punish these two small fry?

"After defeating the Sage's Tower, check all remaining 'Aether Particle' players, including those returning from the border area, and submit a report to me." Orochimaru gave the order, at least saving some face.

"I understand. Your experimental subjects will also be sent there, and I will recommend to the Grand Inquisitors that you continue to stay in the Aether Particle Guidance." Nefarian bowed slightly, appearing to be very good at dealing with people.

Orochimaru's expression finally looked much better. The mission was the mission, and personal gain was personal gain. His epic transformation required a large number of players as materials. As long as they could give enough benefits, their stance could be flexible.

"Okay, I'll explain it to you in my report."

Orochimaru drew a circle in front of him with his hand, and a dark space door appeared. Under the respectful gazes of the crowd, he took the Judge away.

When the door closed, Netherio, who had just looked respectful, straightened his back and snorted heavily.

"He's finally gone. An Epic II player was bullying us here. If he wasn't a Judge, I would have torn him to pieces."

There is no way around it. Group strength is also part of individual strength. Ten epic level IV Grand Inquisitors suppress everything, and everyone has to swallow their anger.

The Judge is also a player, and because of the trial, he is the most evil and cruel player. He is not a good player at all.

"They're just a bunch of vicious dogs picked out from the game. Aside from their special privileges, they're no different from us. I even think some of them aren't satisfied with their current status." The Undead King scratched his skull and said disdainfully:

"With such great power, why don't you become the king who suppresses the heavens? You have to be a dog, led by the reincarnation game, and be wiped out at any time."

That's true. Ordinary players can get by with completing tasks, but judges will be eliminated if they cannot complete the tasks.

Nefarian felt a little gloating, but he didn't think too much about it. He was also the king who suppressed the heavens. It would be great if he could gather a huge trump card that was no less powerful than the Judge. However, he was worried about one thing.

"Are you sure they won't cause trouble?"

"The chances are very small. We are not the only ones who have turned against us. The 'Deep Sea Families' and the 'Bloodline Dream' factions are all the same. Since the storm is bound to come, don't bet lightly before the situation becomes clear." The voice of the Undead King became louder. There are no fools among epic players. Everyone wants to be the winner, or at least stand on the side of the winner.

That's right, the border area is in chaos now, with people developing behind closed doors, taking advantage of the situation, and engaging in internal wars everywhere. Unless the reincarnation game really issues a call to war and gives enough benefits, why should everyone be cannon fodder?

Aren't judges the cornerstone of order in the borderlands? You're strong and quick to react, so hurry up and attack.

The continuous wars reduced the outpost to ruins, but also forged players. The accumulation of countless corpses and blood allowed more people to step into the epic realm.

"Including the two of us, there are already five epics. Once things stabilize, I will adjust the frequency of tasks, and it won't be long before it can be doubled." Nefarian took a step forward and turned into a pitch-black steel dragon, its wings covering the sky and the sun.

A huge magic circle appeared outside the tower, and dozens of monster-level players were gathering energy.

"Yes, the first step is to unify the ether particles." The Undead King also took to the sky with his followers and stood shoulder to shoulder with the dragon. "The stronger our power, the more benefits we can gain in future wars."

"Then there's nothing more to say. Eliminate these foolish fellows and use their blood—"

The dragon's roar echoed in the air, shaking the gray sky. In the presence of dozens of whirlpools, Deathwing spewed out terrifying dragon breath towards the tower.

"Forge the path to becoming a king!!"

......

Damn, that's a really loud sound.

A dazzling flash of light appeared in the distance, and Yuuki, standing on the top of a barren mountain, opened his eyes.

They were about to launch a general offensive to uproot the Sage's Tower. From then on, the ether particles would be unified. As long as the Monster Front and the Great Cemetery did not fight among themselves, they would be the absolute kings.

"In a sense, it's a good thing. This camp no longer kills each other and can have a common goal."

Yuki stayed at the outpost for ten days, and the situation was completely different from the last time he came. The small group like sesame noodles had long been integrated. There was no room for small forces to survive in the war. Except for some players who hid in the border area, the rest had to choose a side to join.

Killing creates order, and death brings peace. The same thing happens in countless outposts. When you think about it this way, the thorny rose is really like a flower in a greenhouse.

Tens of thousands of players, hundreds of groups, how many people will die before they can be unified, and those who survive are all elites. In a few years, the 'Ether Particles' will be more powerful than before.

"That's good, but it's a pity that you are not the ones who get the advantage."

Yuki closed his eyes. Hundreds of kilometers away, another golden-armored warrior stopped chasing. In front of him, an epic player was fleeing in a panic, touching the public medium and disappearing.

The biggest drawback of the Stand User is that he has no independent consciousness and must be remotely controlled like a drone.

"But if it has an autonomous clone, I wouldn't dare use it. It's more than enough to deal with players below Epic Level I."

The golden-armored warrior turned his head and looked at the demon wearing round glasses in the distance. This was Demiurge. The King of the Undead was no fool, so of course he had to send his capable men to keep a close eye on this uncertain factor.

Being stared at by murderous eyes, the devil's expression tightened, and then he gracefully touched his chest and saluted.

"Sir, I mean no disrespect. My Lord sent me here to make a deal with you."

dong dong dong.

It was answered by heavy footsteps. A warrior in golden armor strode towards them, holding a spear, delivering the purest will.

"Your interference has allowed the prey to escape. I will kill you."

"Wait, I have no intention of fighting you. My Lord wants to make a deal with you."

"Oh, there is someone behind you, then you will die with your master."

Demiurge was stunned. He was intelligent and eloquent, but this bastard didn't even listen to him!