Origin Paradise!

The real deadly threat to players undoubtedly comes from enemy players on other battlefields.

Perfect Sorcery: The Wail of All Spirits Descends.

A female player who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old had her soul shattered on the spot, collapsed and died, her two transplanted supernatural arms withered and weathered away, and black blood gushed from her mouth, nose and eye sockets.

The players on the left and right were pale-faced. The enemy's use of a sneak attack tactic was a hunting merit for them personally. Due to the danger of being exposed to the overlord's nose, there might also be subsidies from others. On the contrary, if they didn't survive to the end, even if the reward of merit was generous, it would be meaningless.

"There's already a dominant force in the south, so the rest of us aren't important."

I think it doesn't matter whether it's there or not.

"Why not go and support other areas?"

After nearly thirty rounds of attacks, the defending players were reduced to less than ten. At this moment, they all had other ideas. As Silver-ranked beings, it was absolutely impossible for them to sit idly by and watch themselves sacrifice themselves on the job.

Two more offensives have passed.

Outside the wall, flesh and blood had covered the ground, like a reddish-brown swamp. Dozens of kinds of flies and insects were quietly breeding inside. Wild beasts and birds gathered from high above. This desolate place where countless creatures had died was, for some scavengers, a buffet feast.

Several miles away, the Soul Wizard realized that he had not encountered any targeting from the Overlord for a long time, and he was secretly overjoyed. Whether it was because the distance was too far or the opponent was unwilling to waste energy, it meant that the importance of his tactics had increased significantly.

"Mr. Sishe, Lord Sorcerer, I request ten Soul-type players. If they provide sufficient assistance, there is a 50% chance that my Million Soul Burial will be activated, a supreme-level soul spell!" The Soul Wizard sent the request message to the two giants through the player friend channel.

"That's a good thing, of course."

"The ultimate spells will continue to strike the players, but they probably won't be able to hurt the Overlord, so there's no need to try."

Soon, twelve players skilled in soul abilities arrived, with four each from the End, All Beings, and Twilight.

The Soul Wizard immediately took action. The battlefield was now filled with fragments of souls collapsing, which was his chance to show his prowess. However, the burial of millions of souls was not guaranteed to succeed, as the spell he had obtained was quite incomplete.

The twelve people formed a circle, and countless strands of soul light gathered around them, shimmering and colorful. A shuttle, seemingly carved from a gemstone, gradually took shape, its sharp point gleaming coldly.

On the fence.

Jiang He's eyes are pure white, and he can see everything within a radius of twelve kilometers. The All-Seeing Eye was created by incorporating many visual abilities, making it exceptionally versatile.

In an instant, his right eye turned an incredibly deep blue.

The Supreme-level Judgment Eye flashed, and the equally Supreme-level control of lightning combined with it, the two working together to launch a long-range gaze judgment.

boom!

Without anyone noticing, the lightning struck the soul wizard's mental world, violently tearing it apart with countless bolts of lightning.

The out-of-control soul magic exploded, its soul light covering an area of ​​hundreds of meters. Players were caught off guard and were hit by the ultimate spell at point-blank range, suffering full damage.

The soul light dissipated, ten people died, and three people withered away and became vegetative in the supernatural realm.

On the fortress wall in the far distance, the Sinner and Rounding-off both changed color. The Overlord's dominance over the battlefield was simply indescribable, as he instantly killed a Silver Peak expert from a distance of more than ten miles.

“Continue to expend resources,” the young marquis said.

The thirtieth wave of attack, which had been prepared in advance, was launched immediately. As expected, the entire force was wiped out as it approached the wall. The silver crescent seemed to be endlessly alive.

The young marquis remained calm. A normal person would feel stiff and sore after holding a glass of water with their arm outstretched for less than ten minutes. Even if this kind of gun technique had low energy consumption, it would definitely accumulate fatigue in the enemy. As for the cannon fodder lost, he didn't care at all. In the Eternal Dark World, the current scale was just a small battle.

……

The second day of the fierce battle.

The third wave of attacks will proceed as planned.

With each wave averaging three to four thousand people, the Dark Army has suffered losses of tens of millions so far, charging every half minute on average, giving the Overlord no time to breathe.

Meanwhile, the Blood Clan members dispatched from various fortresses have returned with their vassal armies. The three Silver-level Dark Race leaders are more than capable of sweeping everything away. The only time they struggled was when attacking the Ninth Fortress, which was guarded by four ordinary Silver-level alchemical golems.

Including the relatively wealthy and populous three southern fortresses, the Blood Servant army numbered over ninety million. The conversion ritual alone caused hundreds of clan members to die from blood loss.

Outside the walls, tens of thousands of Blood Servants and Blood Slime Monsters were running wildly through the ruins. The Blood Slime Monsters were a large group of players from Twilight, and were essentially a variant of slimes. Since they did not have a fixed size, each of them was a reddish-brown gelatinous sphere that enveloped a Blood Servant and launched an attack.

On the wall, all twenty players were dead. The last five planned to escape under cover of night and be executed by someone.

Faced with the oncoming wave of bloody mud, Jiang He, as always, activated the Undying Spear Technique, clearing the space in front of him with a silver crescent moon.

With each swing of the gun, his physical strength declined, and fatigue accumulated. However, he could periodically activate the final time ring to refresh his state, so everything was still under control. Moreover, due to repeated practice, a brand new set of gun techniques was being developed.

The 3001st wave of attack.

The dozens of waves of dead soldiers began to revive their spirits, and vengeful souls rose from the ground, opening their mouths to unleash a venomous and hateful howl.

Roar!

A stench of evil spirits swept over us.

Jiang He thrust out his spear, and the black flames merged with the spear light, instantly creating a wall of fire like a raging river. Tens of thousands of vengeful spirits were engulfed in the black flames. The ultimate ability of the energy property of burning—burning—inflicted soul damage, directly burying the vengeful spirits once again.

—Dragon Spear Technique: Brocade Gray.

The 3100st wave of attack.

The spider demons crawled on the ground in dense numbers. From the air, they looked like a moving tide. Tens of thousands of blue spiders were mixed in among them, their bodies were colorful and contained potent venom.

boom!

Jiang He raised his gun and slammed it down. Thousands of bolts of lightning appeared in the sky and struck the ground. The lightning pillars, the size of houses, cut through the battlefield, carving deep ravines into the ground, like a prison forged by lightning.

In a matter of moments, all the spiders were dead.

—Dragon Spear Technique: Ten Thousand Prisons.

The overwhelming offensive became the fuel for the birth of gun skills. After the extraordinary burst of power boosted his animal companions, Old Black teleported behind the wall and quietly activated three auras. Since the friendly units' health level was at the peak of Silver, the auras themselves could not provide full recovery, but they still provided some assistance.

……

The third day of the fierce battle, at night.

On the fortress walls, the young marquis, along with the sorcerer, gathered together, all with somber expressions.

“Something’s not right.” The young marquis’s eyes were fierce. “His condition isn’t declining too slowly, but sometimes he recovers completely. Nearly 20 million cannon fodder died on the southern front. There shouldn’t be only this much to show for it. He’s been practicing his marksmanship through killing for the past three days. I’ve never heard of such a rapid progress.”

The fact that the overlord is still getting stronger, even when rounded up, is the fundamental reason for the immense pressure on our side. Moreover, without physical simulations and battlefield experience, the results and progress are worlds apart.

After pondering for a while, the sorcerer concluded, "It's most likely a high-quality potion or item. As a powerful overlord, he must have plenty of good stuff on him. Now that the cannon fodder has consumed the enemy's precious reserves, I think it's worth it."

The three reached a consensus that, given that the source side controlled the Coordinate Fire, there was room for short-term cooperation between the two sides. However, once the enemy's positions were completely lost, the fundamental difference between destroying and capturing the Coordinates would inevitably lead to hostility.

Of course, the three of them weren't short-sighted enough to be hostile over something they hadn't yet obtained. Both sides had been working tirelessly together during this period.

The young marquis said, "I will be responsible for the final battle with the overlord and make the decisive move. The enemy only has that Gold-ranked warrior without a domain and the Assassination Series fighter worth watching. You two go and hold them off. In terms of the number of Silver-ranked soldiers, we have an absolute advantage."

The Sorcerer added, "With walls on all four sides, one side of the wall will lack top-tier combat power to guard it. Two or three hundred players could easily breach it."

The young marquis nodded, agreeing with the rounding up.

……

The fourth day of fierce fighting, at noon.

The 5900th wave of attack unfolded in front of the south wall.

Two large groups and a mixed legion of ten thousand were annihilated by the Dragon Lance Technique: Brocade Ashes. The flesh and ashes of the dead were spread out in layers on the outside, almost as high as the wall.

A teleportation array suddenly appeared, and ten skilled players wielding swords, spears, and halberds simultaneously appeared and launched an attack on the overlord.

Jiang He thrust out his spear, combining dozens of strikes into a single motion. The dense silver arcs of light resembled a blizzard, yet also carried the weight of a mountain.

Whoosh whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, it was as if each of the ten players had been fatally shot, their bodies exploding instantly.

—Dragon Spear Technique: Thousand Mountains Snow.

The leader, a highly skilled player, still possessed a soul after death and began rapidly gathering the fragments of the dead's souls. However, before he could draw his sword and strike, the spear light arrived, and the souls were scattered.

—Dragon Spear Technique: Soul-Shattering Chant

This move can maximize the Soul Slash and Soul Damage of the Eternal Hatred Dragon Spear.

At this moment, the next wave of attacks has begun.

Jiang He rubbed his shoulders. Behind him, under the wall, Old Hei activated three halos. Zhuang Ya, her face tense, prepared a simple vitality potion. The formula for this thing was a spoil of war from the Remnant World, no longer suitable for the current intensity of the war, and could only be used as water.

"This is just never going to end." Jiang He couldn't help but mutter to himself, then casually flicked his gun. This was the first time he had ever felt bored with killing. If it weren't for using the Final Time Ring twice a day, and the Water Turbidity and Heavenly Yellow that could convert life points and energy points, he probably wouldn't have been able to maintain his current state.

After several more rounds of attacks, thorns swept out, and the reassembled bodies were pieced together, barely managing to produce nine million bodies so far.

Zhuang Ya wiped her face and continued refining the evil weapon with huff and puff. Ever since the giant snake came up with the idea of ​​training an alchemy assistant, she hadn't slept in for a long time.

The demon soldiers that Jiang He had created lined up obediently. Whenever Jiang He had free time, he would process them a second time, using the power of gluttony to forge perfect props. After several days of fighting, the number of demon guards increased by 900, reaching a total of 2000.

Not long after, the deputy commander of operations sent a message.

The person in charge was stationed on the east side and encountered an attack by the Sinners. Si Ning was stationed on the west side and led the orthodox players to resist the attack. The north side was handed over to the five major factions, but because the Fire Stealer "disappeared" and was ambushed at the Seventh Fortress before the war started, the current situation is not optimistic.

The total number of Origin players has dropped to around 140, while according to the analysis room's calculations, the enemy still has a dark army of nearly 100 million and a three-party alliance of 600 players.

The world channel within the origins.

[Zhenren (Daxia): Moke, quickly find a way to hold off the north.]

[Mo Ke (Da Xia): I'm guarding both sides by myself, what do I need you for?]

[Deer King (America): Someone come here!]

[Templar Warrior Captain: We can't hold on any longer!]

[Lemon King (Da Xia): If you ask me, we should retreat to advance, just let them ignite it, wait for the opposing alliance to collapse, and then we can have a three-on-one fight.]

[Zhenren: If it were me, I would definitely eliminate the Origin Fang Qing first before turning my attention to him. Those who waver die the fastest. Each of us is a true contributor.]

[Mo Ke: I'll hold off the North this time. Don't bother coming to the next battle.]

On the wall, Jiang He expressionlessly shut down the channel. Four blood-red figures detached from his back, and the view in front of him suddenly became five. Ultimately, the Blood Knight had no intelligence and could only be controlled by the user multitasking, like piloting a mecha from a distance.

After advancing to the Undying level, the final knight Blood Shadow not only possesses the user's physical attributes and vampire abilities, but also has passive skills, which can be summarized as the Overlord's Body and the Martial Saint's Body.

Chapter 388 Pureblood Marquis

North side of the wall.

The three-party alliance, consisting of over three hundred players, launched a fierce attack, clearly intending to finish the job in one fell swoop. The energy torrents were unleashed, and the walls, which could recover quickly, almost completely collapsed.

The ten-meter-tall deer-man swung his sword wildly, the Tsar's Templar Chieftain activated his berserk skill, his eyes turning blood red, and the Egyptian mummy manipulated the sand river to construct ancient soldiers, blocking the charging horde.

An Arhat from India chanted Buddhist hymns, his aura covering the battlefield and providing massive life restoration, while the Roman hero's son, wielding a bow and arrow, repeatedly shot down enemy healers.

The five skilled players gave it their all, but unfortunately the enemy had a huge numerical advantage. The guild leader's strength was in no way inferior to the faction leader's. If the Twilight players hadn't been too weak, the outcome would have been decided long ago.

puff!

A shadowy assassin wielding a short sword sliced ​​off Arahat's head from behind. The exquisite short sword contained terrifying armor-shattering power, directly shattering the prey's perfect-level body.

With the fall of Arahat, the defenders, who had lost a huge amount of life regeneration, suffered heavy casualties, but no one retreated. In the Origin Channel, the Overlord promised that as long as they held on, victory was inevitable.

At one point, four blood-red shadows appeared around the battlefield.

Blood Shadow charged forward simultaneously, his body seemingly transforming into a streak of light.

The sheer physical strength of the Overlord's Body alone surpassed that of most warriors present. As Blood Shadow began his charge, all obstacles in his path crumbled.

Boom boom boom!

Four streaks of light sliced ​​through the battlefield, and players exploded into blood mist on the spot. Elbow strikes, hand stabs, and heavy punches cleared the way, instantly turning the seemingly impending victory into an abrupt collapse.

Several faction leaders stood still. The deer-man was panting heavily, his eyes filled with complex emotions. He probably thought that to the overlord, even his special skill was nothing more than a one-hit kill.

"This is the pinnacle of our time." The Templar Chieftain's eyes burned with brilliance. The slaughter was like killing chickens and dogs. He single-handedly turned the tide of battle. Such dominance and power would undoubtedly be the envy of most extraordinary beings of the same era, except for a few twilight oddities.

In just a quarter of an hour, the offensive collapsed.

Dozens of Alliance players retreated, and the four blood shadows began to collect the Crimson Cards, items, and the bodies of the dead. Because the deaths were so sudden and swift, many players didn't even have time to collect their equipment and items, which could all become Black Sun's supplies.

The deer-man paced back and forth for a while before finally deciding to go up and strike up a conversation. He knew that the chances of the overlord leaving Great Xia and joining another camp were extremely slim, but if he didn't try, he would probably regret it later if he missed the opportunity.

"Your Mightiness……"

Without lingering for a moment, the Blood Shadows returned immediately after clearing out their spoils. As for the approaching creatures, they were clearly not threatening and did not require any attention.

South side of the wall.

The silver bodies of those who died in battle on both sides are piled up like mountains, and their surfaces are decorated with many props.

Jiang He activated the Black Sun Domain, eliminating a new wave of attacks and devouring the mountain of corpses. The domain's radius reached a kilometer, but its sturdiness was hindered from improving.

"Is the gap between Undying and Epic really that huge?" Jiang He sensed something was wrong. He patiently assessed the progress. His domain was not far from being upgraded to Epic in terms of solidity, but it was not close either, or rather, it wasn't even a matter of that aspect.