Origin Paradise!

A crow flew down.

The giant, heavily armored man, and the petite girl all rushed to join him, awaiting orders.

Jiang He said, "Order the three evil legions to enter the council hall. Aya, Lao Hei, A Da, A Er, and A San should all board the Saint Lilith, accompanied by guards, and be ready to launch the Starfall Flower at any time."

"Understood." Old Hei stepped forward to receive the order. He was the general of the Evil Fiend Legion, and his assigned responsibility was to control the troops. He was also the nominal direct superior of Ah Da and the others.

"Two-thirds of the 300,000 jet pterosaurs have been dispatched, regardless of the cost, to report to me any players whose whereabouts have been exposed."

"Alright, boss," Wuhega said, knowing that his boss was planning to start the hunt.

With all parties taking action, the engines of the St. Lilith are being warmed up.

Since the main questline ended, the million-strong army of evil spirits that came to Silver City and occupied the council hall has attracted considerable attention.

Jiang He refined the perfect evil artifact, increasing the number of Silver Guards by 100, bringing the total to 1100. Once Zhuang Ya and the others boarded the Saint Lilith, the Council Hall was completely abandoned.

Before setting off, Jiang He fed the White Dragon Sword to the Everlasting Regret Dragon Spear, increasing the amount consumed to 2/5. This time, he chose the Epic-level Sharpness attribute instead of the original Undying. As for the weight, it increased by 4,000 jin as before, bringing the total weight to 18,000 jin.

……

Over the course of seven days, the Duel Wall continued to shrink until it met the towering walls of the first fortress, Silver City. Then the shrinkage stopped, and nearly 1,500 Silver players engaged in street battles within the city.

Before being forced into conflict, most players of Twilight Battlefield were engaged in professions such as reporters, artists, models, chefs, tourists, and cultural researchers, primarily for entertainment.

The overly relaxed environment weakened the fighting spirit of the players in Twilight, but their numbers far exceeded those of the others.

According to rumors, once players reach the fifth-tier legendary level, their weakened combat power will be greatly compensated, and they will be granted all sorts of strange and wonderful powers, with countless types of first-time kills.

In the alleys of the inner city.

With a deafening roar, a petite artist player fell from the third floor of a building, crashing into the ground and creating a large crater. The excruciating pain of her shattered chest bones assaulted her consciousness. She gritted her teeth to control her body, but only her fingers could move weakly.

"Hey! Still running away or not?"

The burly man leaped down, his long hammer whistling through the air. He landed and walked straight toward the woman, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty excitement. He wasn't really interested in beautiful women, but he especially loved the unmistakable terror on the faces of his prey as they struggled to their death.

As the powerful enemy drew ever closer, the female painter's face filled with despair. She cried out, "Don't kill me! I'll do anything!"

When a woman says she's willing to do anything, she's actually only referring to one thing. The strong man knew this, and he was satisfied with his prey's will to survive.

"In that case, then of course... you should just die!"

As the hammer fell, a morbid fanaticism appeared on the burly man's face.

boom!

The female painter exploded, but instead of flesh and blood, she became colorful liquid paint.

In a corner not far away, the human figure drawing on the wall fell off and revealed itself. It yawned boredly. Although being a Twilight player inevitably meant being a slacker, its strength had reached the peak of the strong. Its clone drawing was only of ordinary silver rank, making it the most suitable as bait.

The liquid paint, like pythons coiling around him, made Zhuang Han feel a strong sense of suffocation. On the alley wall that he hadn't paid attention to beforehand, more paintings turned into liquid and flowed over, like a quagmire swallowing its prey.

Suddenly, the burly man looked behind the enemy, his expression a mixture of terror and incomprehensible absurdity.

"Such a little trick is unnecessary." The female artist turned around, her pupils contracting. The first thing she saw was an indescribably handsome face, followed by strong platinum blonde hair, and finally, a hand that rapidly enlarged in front of her.

Bang!

The immense force was unleashed, overwhelming and unstoppable.

The female artist couldn't believe it. Everyone knew the overlord's signature hair color, but she couldn't understand why such a powerful overlord would shamelessly resort to a sneak attack. She couldn't accept this way of dying.

But whether death comes or not does not depend on the prey's thoughts.

The skull exploded, blood splattered, and the broken neck wound was smooth and clean.

Zhuang Han witnessed the defeat of Qiang Dianfeng, whose death was no more dramatic than that of a stray dog ​​on the roadside. His upper and lower jaws began to chatter uncontrollably. Even though the liquid paint had completely dissipated, his body seemed to have lost the ability to move. Dark red waves swept around him. The bloodthirst that had personally slaughtered millions of lives made him gag.

"Your Majesty..." the burly man stammered, uttering the title that the group of idiotic soldiers always used, "Killing me would be an insult to your status."

Whoosh!

A single palm strike to sever the head.

Jiang He remained calm as two thorny bushes spread out, gathering up the severed limbs and remains of the corpse and stuffing them into the imperial city. Forging evil spirit soldiers requires complete corpses, but that doesn't mean they have to be original parts. Parts like arms and heads can be pieced together.

[Hint: Your merit points +8]

[Hint: Your merit points +4]

……

at the same time.

On the plateau north of Baiyin City.

Countless werewolves, trolls, spider demons, and vampires lined up in formation. All the dark creatures that had multiplied over a hundred years had come, numbering in the tens of millions. The Marquis's orders were absolute.

Three peak Silver-ranking members stood behind the young nobleman with utmost respect. Compared to his prime, the Marquis's strength had not diminished significantly.

The Marquis looked down at Silver City, his pale hand stroking the rapier at his waist. This rapier had left an unhealable wound on the navigator a hundred years ago.

"Gentlemen, do you see that warship above Silver City?" The Marquis turned to point to the crowd. "The Silver prisoners we captured earlier said that the warship now belongs to a hegemon. I don't need to say anything more. His body is enough to be our hope for redemption. As far as I know, many important figures are interested."

"But the prerequisite is that we have to kill him."

“Kill him, and you will have both the hope of returning home and the means to do so, by the gods of darkness above.”

"A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, just charge!"

Countless dark creatures roared madly, and the masses were filled with rage.

The marquis drew his sword and stepped forward, hoping the cannon fodder would fulfill his duty.

"charge"

Chapter 385 The Holy Seal of Fire

Silver City.

Inside the dilapidated house, the wind howled, making the curtains rustle, and the clatter of pots and pans filled the air. The elven man held his breath and slowly raised the perfect sniper rifle in his hand.

Whoosh whoosh!

Countless streams converged, and the Heavy Wind Bullet was sculpted. The muzzle, the size of an infant's fist, was dark and deep, and it was aimed directly at the giant pterosaur hovering high in the sky.

It's unclear when exactly, but countless pterosaurs began appearing in the sky. Some players with keen senses quickly deduced that these prehistoric creatures were deliberately targeting players.

The elven man's gaze sharpened, and he decisively pulled the trigger. Since obtaining elven blood, his shooting ability had been greatly enhanced. Even though it was a ground-to-air attack at a considerable distance, and the prey was moving at high speed, he was still absolutely confident of hitting it.

boom!

The effort of countless training shots paid off. The wind-powered heavy bullet struck the pterosaur's abdomen, and after a high-pitched screech, the broken-in-two carcass plummeted from the sky.

"Good!" The elven man clenched his fist excitedly.

Hunting down a mere peak Bronze-level beast is certainly nothing to be happy about, but a kill like this undoubtedly proves my ability.

blah blah blah!

Light, yet unmistakable footsteps sounded.

The gale subsided, the curtains fell still, and the clattering of pots and pans ceased. The elven man turned around blankly, and the once incredibly agile and vibrant wind element within his bloodline fell silent.

Facing imminent death, the elven man's expression stiffened, but he couldn't help but recall a legend: among the elves, there existed a supreme royal family, like the bright sun in the sky, possessing an innate power to suppress the members of their race.

—Sun Elf.

The newcomer walked by calmly, his steps light but his speed not slow. He grabbed his prey's face with one hand and slammed him against the wall. The wall was not damaged in the slightest. The elven man only felt an indescribable force running through his body. Then his internal organs, bones, flesh, and brain all cracked and collapsed.

Dan Jin is originally the power belonging to golden beings.

[Hint: Your merit points +6]

[Hint: Your total merit points are 9105]

On someone's shoulder, a relatively large crow cawed loudly, its head held high, its expression full of smug satisfaction at aiding and abetting evil and taking advantage of the situation.

"Boss, the Roman Fire Thieves are hunting down the Fire Mage Guild at the hotel two streets to the east."

Jiang He nodded. In fact, the All-Seeing Eye was a pretty good reconnaissance ability, with a 12-kilometer radius of all-seeing range that was quite thorough. However, considering the dark army that was charging outside, the importance of his own energy value increased dramatically.

To date, he has hunted down more than 200 lone wolf players in various battlefields, mostly using pure physical strength and speed, combined with internal energy to create fatal damage.

Upon receiving accurate intelligence, Jiang He immediately left the house and headed straight for the hotel.

[Announcement: The Flame of Coordinates has been extinguished. It will be reignited at the Battlefield of the End, burning for 10 consecutive days. World ownership will be locked.]

A mere quarter of an hour later, the sound rang out again.

[Announcement: The Flame of Coordinates has been extinguished. It will be reignited at Twilight Battlefield...]

[Announcement: The Flame of Coordinates has been extinguished; it will be reignited at the Origin Battlefield...]

Wuhe, perched on the shoulder, said with a wry smile, "Boss, the fighting at Silver Palace is really intense. It seems like a lot of Twilight players have teamed up with All Beings and the End Alliance."

"Kill the fire thief first."

Jiang He sent a message to Si Ning.

……

In front of the Silver Palace.

The once magnificent palace has been reduced to ruins, with the corpses of dozens of players lying on the ground. Several players from the Order Bureau are cleaning up the battlefield and picking up broken pieces of equipment, while the others remain on high alert, not daring to relax for a moment.

Blood flowed like a river, and pieces of flesh littered the ground.

The deputy commander of operations leaned on a greatsword, a deep wound slashed from the left shoulder to the right abdomen by the blade, from which dark blood gushed out, forming a black pool at his feet. Faint wisps of smoke swirled around him, seemingly thin, but actually containing a strange resilience.

Just two streets away, a large group of Alliance players retreated. The Sorcerer and Rounding Back retreated side by side, the former still looking unwilling, his domain had not gained an overwhelming advantage in the battle.

The enemy general is producing a constant stream of one-time item scrolls. The current level of extraordinary recovery in the realm is still in its early stages, which means that the forces behind the enemy have an exceptionally strong organizational ability and a large number of their players are willing to sacrifice themselves.

"Damn it, just a little bit short." The Sorcerer gritted his teeth in regret, glaring hatefully at his collaborator.

The first raid was very successful. By adopting a central breakthrough tactic, they successfully extinguished the coordinate fire and firmly stabilized the surrounding battle lines. The deputy commander of operations had no choice but to decisively use the highest quality cigarettes to create thick smoke that isolated the battlefield and created chaos.

Originally, the situation between the two sides was still far superior, but unexpectedly, the rounding-off betrayed them and extinguished the coordinate fire for the second time, changing the ignition point to its own Twilight Battlefield.

Before the enemy was even eliminated, they started fighting for profit internally. The sorcerer cursed the rounding-up maniac in his mind.

Most importantly, some players in the Twilight faction actually betrayed the team. A passerby, as if possessed, abandoned the interests of his faction and used his speed to carry an Order Bureau player through the chaos, changing the igniter's position back to the Origin Battlefield.

"A bunch of brainless freaks!" the Sorcerer cursed inwardly. The Twilight players practically dominated the abstract performance art of the war. If it weren't for Dogus and his guilds voluntarily withdrawing from the competition, seemingly having mastered a way to avoid being wiped out, he wouldn't have had to cooperate with Rounding.

The Alliance players temporarily retreated, and many on the way down the road chug down various potions to restore their health and mana.

Beside the bonfire burning brightly in front of the Silver Palace.

The passing fellow Daoist looked regretful, his eyes flickering.

He carried the corpses of the Order Bureau players who had charged across the front lines with him and handed them over to the Deputy Commander of Operations.

"Thank you for your righteous help." The deputy commander of operations sheathed his greatsword and clasped his hands in a fist salute. As his wound reopened, he put on a mask of pain. Sorcerers are a special profession that coexists with abyssal demons, and their energy is usually inclined towards darkness and filth.

The passing fellow Daoist waved his hand, "Deputy Minister, there's no need to be so polite. I've already received my satisfactory payment."

"The Twilight Punishment is relatively easy. With my strength, passing the Punishment World is not difficult. Moreover, even if I obtain the merit of the winning side, it may not be comparable to the ultimate lightness skill given by the Mo Ke team."

The deputy commander of operations warmly received the other party. With the battle nearing its end, any highly skilled combatant was worth winning over and valuing.

……

Meanwhile, at the outer city hotel.

Flames shot into the sky from the top of the hotel, billowing black smoke rose and lingered, and colorful firelight illuminated the surroundings. The Fire Mage Guild was a cross-battlefield organization whose members were all players skilled in using fire. The guild had once invited the Fire Thief to join, but unexpectedly, the latter not only did not agree, but also became very interested in the member himself.

Are you tickling me?

The Fire Thief, his golden hair flying wildly, roamed recklessly through the sea of ​​fire. The fire god's fragment mark between his brows absorbed all the surrounding flames, as if collecting superior genes to repair himself. These various flames continuously purified the quality of his own flames.

Dozens of fire mages fled in panic; this guy was their nemesis.

Legend has it that in a world where fire is the dominant element of life, after thousands of years of gestation, a peculiar being was born among the race, feeding on fire.

Just as the moon waxes and wanes, the birth of this strange being marked the decline of the civilization and the extinction of the race. However, this being, through its unique characteristics, grew into a sixth-order mythical being.

The deity, walking through the void, was ambushed and fell, his body collapsing and shattering into countless fragments that scattered in all directions, much like a dead whale falling into the sea, nourishing other creatures and giving rise to beings known as the Fire Stealers.

Fire Stealers held a significant advantage over fire users in their time, but their pursuit of the source of fire made them mortal enemies. They needed to constantly replenish fragments to upgrade the level of the mark and thus increase the upper limit of fire enhancement.

"fire punch!"

A fist of light made of flames was sent out and struck the guild leader of the Fire Mage Guild directly. The high fire element resistance of the fire user was useless. The fist flame pierced through the guild leader's chest and burned him to death. The splashing flames scorched through the floor and walls, causing the entire hotel building to catch fire.