Dream Island, east coast, observation platform.
A Lan stood on the platform, the sea breeze carrying a salty, damp scent, blowing her hair across her forehead.
His gaze was fixed on the distant horizon where the sea met the sky.
The once calm, azure sky now exhibited five extremely unnatural distortions.
Blinding energy beams were rapidly converging and rotating, outlining the prototypes of five massive and complex Space Teleportation Array arrays.
At the edge of the array, Berserk spatial currents swirled, emitting a low hum, stirring the seawater below into a massive whirlpool.
The five Teleportation Array arrays landed at scattered points, not concentrated above the island's core gambling city or the chamber of commerce headquarters, making it seem more like a tentative descent.
The other side's intention is obvious: to use a probing attack as a stepping stone.
If it is proven that the defenses of Dream Island are weak, and that this first wave of attack easily breaches them.
The greedy gaze lurking in the shadows will shift from probing to devouring.
Many forces that have concerns about the Gold Coin Merchant Association will follow suit.
They tore the island, along with all its value, to shreds and devoured it.
At that time, the Gold Coin Merchant Association will suffer a severe blow and will need to relocate and spend more effort rebuilding.
The Player Camp ' strategic operations in the nearby waters will also suffer a severe blow.
The pressure was like an invisible mountain, weighing heavily on his shoulders.
A Lan took a deep breath, activated the analysis function, and immediately the information of the five Teleportation Array appeared in her mind.
These five forces come from five different sea areas.
They are all overlords of their respective sea areas. One of them, called the " Sky Ridge Feather Clan," is even a hegemonic force that controls three sea areas, just like Shuyan.
A Lan turned her gaze inwards to the interior of the island.
The teleportation beams almost formed a dazzling band of light, and countless players surged forward like a swarm of bees returning to their nest.
Reinforcements are rapidly arriving, but the enemy clearly won't wait.
He whispered in the guild chat, "Prepare to engage the enemy."
The sea breeze seemed to grow even more biting at that moment, carrying the scent of impending battle.
Below the observation platform, the God King, the Stars, the Rust, and battle groups of all sizes descended.
Countless vehicles soared into the sky, converging into a massive human torrent above the island.
The Regional Channel was filled with players' pre-battle boasts; no powerful enemy could instill the slightest fear in them.
With a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through space, the light emitted by the five massive Teleportation Array in the sky gradually solidified, as if five hideous scars had been branded onto the azure Heavenly Curtain. A massive legion from the distant seas crashed down between the sea and sky outside Dream Island.
The storm first hit the northern sea area.
From within the deep purple vortex of fel energy, a legion emerged, identified in the analysis as the " Maoyi Clan."
Their bodies were completely encased in menacing heavy armor with flowing Dark Red red lava patterns, sharp iron spikes extending from their joints, and ghostly green Soul Fire burning in the eye slits of their helmets.
Its very appearance brought with it a sense of oppressive weight, as heavy as a mountain.
The leading Maoyi Clan warriors were over ten meters tall, carrying exaggeratedly designed runic flails or tower shields. Every step they took on the sea stirred up waves tens of meters high, and the salty seawater evaporated into white mist when it touched their armor.
Behind them stretched an endless array of heavily armored infantry formations, like Iron Armor continent rising from the deep sea, the metallic Roar of their movement drowning out the Sea Wave.
A Lan analyzed the situation and found that even the weakest member of this force was level 72, making them a force to be reckoned with.
Just then, a second force suddenly descended from the northeastern horizon.
Within the indigo Storm Eye, the Sky Ridge Feather Clan's Dragon Rider Troop tore through the clouds.
A colossal flying beast with enormous bony wings on its back, a dragon-like head, and a giant lizard-like body made its first appearance.
On the back of each feathered dragon stands a knight clad in indigo scale armor, wielding a dragon spear or a runic longbow.
The feathers on the knight's helmet fluttered in the gale, their roar mingling with the neighing of his mount to create a wild, untamed War Cry.
They hovered high in the sky, forming a flight formation that blotted out the sun, casting shadows that covered almost half of the eastern coast. The dragon beasts' mouths faintly emitted bluish-white energy breath.
This force is none other than the overlord-level force mentioned in the analysis, controlling the three major sea areas: the Sky Ridge Feather Clan.
A Lan turned her gaze to the sea to the due east.
Within the crimson lava halo, the battle group of the Jinhai Clan rose.
This is a wild army composed of muscular, humanoid creatures.
Their skin is like volcanic rock, covered with cracks, from which a fiery red light shines.
The weapon appears to be a crude and massive stone axe, but it is actually a specially crafted weapon enhanced with multiple energy processes.
They gathered above the sea, roaring deafeningly, their scorching breath causing large swaths of seawater to boil and vaporize, forming a pervasive, scalding white mist.
The leading group of giant Ember Butchers carried long-range attack weapons on their shoulders: the Shattered Void Cannon.
A Lan turned her gaze southeast.
Within the dark green vortex, the Evil Forest Witch Alliance slowly spread and "grew".
The colossal figure, a fusion of living trees and decaying flesh, strode heavily, leaving corrosive, slimy footprints on the seabed with each step.
The branches and holes in the giant statue's trunk were crawling with all sorts of grotesque little monsters and floating vengeful spirits.
At the heart of the legion are several mobile Altar woven from bones and living vines, upon which stand sorcerers clad in tattered robes and wearing headdresses of deer antlers or bird beaks. They wield bone staffs, and the surrounding air is instantly filled with a putrid stench, a mental pollution that moves in sync with the legion.
The seawater in this area quickly turned murky and black, and countless poisonous algae and leech-like creatures proliferated wildly.
A Lan's gaze swept towards the distant southern sea.
At the center of the pale, ice-crystal dust storm, the Frostfallen Clan Legion emerged, treading on the ice.
This is a race with skin as cold as ice and blood as liquid frost.
Their warriors are clad in armor that resembles naturally formed ice crystals, and wield translucent Ice Blade.
During the parachute drop, their movements were perfectly synchronized, and the seawater beneath their feet froze rapidly, forming floating ice platforms that continued to spread outwards.
Within the legion's ranks, several frost giants, moving like icebergs, slowly rose and raised domain-type amplification items resembling giant horns, their surfaces sealed with the spirits of wind and snow.
The extreme cold spread, creating a confrontation between the frigid and scorching heat of the Ash Bone Tribe, with countless waves crashing on the sea surface as the temperature fluctuated.
Five legions, five completely different terrifying forces, like five hammers of destruction from different purgatories, hung simultaneously over the Isle of Dream Island.
They did not attack immediately. After landing, they briefly adjusted their formation, and the powerful aura they exuded combined to form a substantial pressure that made the air on the observation platform almost freeze.
These are five dominant war legions capable of wreaking havoc in their respective seas.
They have traveled a great distance with only one purpose: to plunder the wealth of the Gold Coin Merchant Association, and most importantly, to plunder its rules.
Faced with the arrival of these five major forces.
After a brief uproar on the Regional Channel, even more fervent emotions erupted. "Holy crap—that's impressive!"
"Holy crap, this is getting tough. I looked at the analysis screenshots, and each of these five major forces has Demigod backing them. We only have one Demigod. How are we supposed to fight this?"
"Those shady characters in the Southeast who use poison and mental attacks need high-resistance tanks to withstand the damage, otherwise the backline won't be able to fight them at all."
"The analysis of the Sky Ridge Feather Clan to the due east shows that they are a hegemonic force in the three major sea areas. This is an extremely unfavorable situation, and it seems that we can only play a resurrection match. I'm afraid that Dream Island will be completely destroyed."
Faced with five overwhelming enemy armies of vastly different styles, the players showed no fear, only an ignited Battle Intent and an almost frenzied excitement.
War is imminent!
Centered around the God King, several super-large battle groups were formed in an instant. New players continued to join the battle groups, and command authority was delegated layer by layer. Countless vehicles of various shapes and sizes, from rune airships and flying skateboards to shimmering floating platforms, soared into the sky from all over the island, converging into a torrent of blood and flesh in the air.
The God King quickly communicated with the commanders of several top-tier battle groups.
Subsequently, operational deployment orders were issued.
Over the northern coast, the Rust Guild's Heavy Armor Regiment, spearheaded a battle line comprised of numerous solo tanks and support classes.
The thick Light Shield and Qi and Blood barriers, layer upon layer, formed a moving energy wall, facing head-on against the advancing Iron Armor phalanx of the Maoyi Clan.
To the northeast, the Tide Rotation Team of the Starry Sky Guild is at its core.
Combined with a large number of mages, archers, and Lone Player with ranged attack Astral Veins combinations, a three-dimensional "anti-air hunting net" is formed.
The elemental radiance, poised to be unleashed, and the arrows of rules imbued with the characteristics of Monster Soul, densely packed together, were aimed at the sky-covering Sky Ridge Feathered Dragon Rider Troop, defiantly clashing with the energy breath emanating from the dragon beasts' mouths from afar.
The three directions of due east, southeast, and due south will be handled by the God King's direct joint battle group.
The Tanking Group, their blood and Qi and Blood surging, took to the air first, splitting up to meet the scorching battle group of the Ashbones tribe, the corrupted army of the Evil Forest Witch, and the frigid legion of the Frost Undead.
Before the two sides even clashed, their combined auras had already collided fiercely in the skies above the eastern waters of Dream Island.
On the players' side, there was a noisy frenzy mixed with countless excited roars, filled with reckless excitement and a reckless and domineering spirit of "who cares what you are, just fight first."
After a brief regrouping, the five opposing legions erupted in a cacophony of War Cry.
The scraping of the demonic Iron Armor sounded like the earth's lament, the shrieks of the Feathered Dragon Rider Troop tore through the clouds, the roars of the Ashbringer tribe ignited the air, the murmurs of the Demon Witch Alliance polluted the mind, and the sound of the Frost Death Order's ice crystals shattering brought a chill that penetrated to the bone.
On one side was a chaotic and noisy frenzy of players.
On one side are the five sea overlords, each with a strict order and a predatory desire.
Two distinctly different torrents drew a clear line of confrontation between the azure sea and sky.
The air crackled under the pressure of Battle Intent and energy, and the seawater below was stirred up by the chaotic force field, creating towering waves tens of meters high.
"Maintain formation, mage squad, listen to my countdown, target due east, front-line behemoths of the Skeleton Clan, prepare to sweep them away."
"Feathered Dragon is about to dive; all anti-air units prepare."
" The Maoyi Clan has activated. Tanks, go up and hold the line. Healers, keep an eye on the health of your assigned groups. The Gluttonous Legion in the rear, prepare for a healing wave."
"Beware of the sorcerer's mental pollution; those with mental protection potions should take them now."
"The Frostwitch's icy domain is expanding. 12, 32, 59—the caster groups prepare to break the ice shield."
Regional Channel and major command channels were instantly flooded with various commands.
Players' fighting spirit burns fiercely, and when facing formidable enemies with astonishing combat power, there is no room for fear to grow in their hearts.
My thoughts can be summed up in four words: Damn it!
War broke out suddenly amidst the standoff.
The players split into five war torrents, like wild beasts breaking free of their Restraint, carrying earth-shattering War Cry and air-tearing energy radiance, and fiercely crashed towards the five powerful enemies beyond the coastline!
On the Northern Front front, the "anvil" formation of heavily armored players clashed violently with the Iron Armor phalanx of the Maoyi Clan Race, which roared and advanced.
In an instant, the sounds of metal twisting, Energy Shield Shatter, Monster Soul properties Roar, and flesh and steel being squeezed together blended into a symphony of destruction.
The Maoyi Clan's giant flail crashed down, turning a group of players into mist.
The players' concentrated fire also left hideous dents and melted holes in the heavy armor.
The battle lines instantly became intertwined, descending into the most bloody and brutal meat grinder-like attrition.
The formidable strength of damage-absorbing players was once again demonstrated.
Blood Soul Pull chains lifted a group of Stone Statue Stream players into the air, then they fell like pillars of strength, unleashing their domain.
Petrification, sluggishness, Taunt, black hole—the crowd control instantly severed the powerful Maoyi Clan's central area from the front line, while the Taunt ability interrupted nearby enemy output, forcibly drawing damage.
In the northeastern sky, the Sky Ridge Feathered Dragon Rider Troop ' dive collided head-on with the players' anti-air fire net.
A pale blue-white energy breath cascaded down like a waterfall, mingling with the rising storm of Inkflame and frost novae.
A barrage of Gāng Qì arrows and a dense barrage of marked elemental projectiles intertwined to create a destructive light painting.
Feathered dragons continued to fall with mournful cries, and knights and their mounts were blasted apart in mid-air by the fierce players, turning into burning wreckage that plummeted into the sea.
Similarly, the anti-air formations formed by the players were also bombarded by the dragon spear thrusts, dive claw attacks, and energy breaths, with vehicles constantly exploding and players turning into mist.
The sky was dyed with chaotic energy blocks, and the falling debris resembled a meteor shower.
On the Eastern Front front, the frenzied mixed formations of players clashed violently with the scorching battle groups of the Ember Horde.
Both sides displayed the most extreme forms of violence.
The Mars from the clash between the stone axe and the Rune Resonance Weapon were comparable to a lava eruption, with the scorching heat colliding and exploding with the various energy streams unleashed by the player.
The Shattered Void Cannon on the shoulder of the Ember Butcher occasionally Roar, tearing a brief vacuum in the player ranks, which was then filled by more roaring players rushing in.
The battle line was like a boiling furnace, constantly exploding with Fire Flower of energy, with both sides' battle formations surging and tearing each other apart.
In the Southern Front direction, the corrupted domain of the Evil Forest Witch Alliance clashed with the players' Purification skills.
The heavy trampling of the moving colossus, the curses of the sorcerer, and the surging tide of summoned creatures.
Despite suffering various negative status effects, the players, under the command of the God King, advanced with overwhelming force.
Physical impacts, toxin erosion, and mental interference are constantly neutralized by the indomitable nature of the material.
One after another, the sorcerer Altar collapsed under the relentless and fearless assault of the assassin players who Star Shift techniques.
The entire area was filled with a pungent, putrid, and acrid smell.
In the Southern Front region, the battle between extreme cold and various elements is equally fierce.
The Frostbombers' synchronized Ice Blade thrusts and frost magic are incredibly lethal.
The Frost Giants sounded their domain horns, bringing widespread slowing and freezing effects, but the Player Legion countered them with abilities like Wind Breaking and Extreme Speed.
Ice crystals and Qi and Blood energy fly together, freezing and exploding dance in unison.
The clash of six forces instantly created a life-devouring meat grinder in the eastern waters of Dream Island.
Death happens every moment.
The ocean collapsed layer by layer, forming a huge whirlpool that was dyed in various colors, and the sky was cut into a kaleidoscope of colors by the turbulent energy flow.
The battle for Dream Island has also attracted the covert attention of many forces.
Countless Perception gazes were fixed on Dream Island, trying to uncover the true strength and weaknesses of the Gold Coin Merchant Association through this war.
If they reveal any weakness, they will swarm in like sharks smelling blood, devouring the Gold Coin Merchant Association.
At this moment, A Lan, who was still on the observation platform, did not linger much on the vast and tragic battlefield ahead.
His gaze remained fixed on the five spatial vortexes hanging high in the sky.
That's where the real threat comes from.
The five legions below are merely pawns sent to scout ahead.
It was also the first hammer used to test the defensive strength of Dream Island.
Those who truly wield these "hammers" are the high-ranking members of the races, and even Demigod, hidden behind these stable Space Passage.
The Sky Ridge Feather Clan alone has three Demigod in charge.
The other four forces also each have a Demigod in command.
This is the source of their confidence to cross the sea and head straight for Dream Island.
The battle appears intense, but the players have temporarily held off the onslaught thanks to their bravery and the blessing of their Monster Soul.
But this, on the contrary, is a sign that danger is brewing.
This is merely a tentative contact between the regular legions of the five major powers, aimed at probing their strengths and weaknesses.
If Dream Island fails to demonstrate a decisive advantage at this stage, the intensity will continue to escalate.
Even, eventually, Demigod might appear.
At that time, even if Tu Hu, the only Demigod on their side, were to fight with all his might at any cost, he would not be able to withstand it.
A Lan's heart sank lower and lower.
He could almost see the five Teleportation Array in the sky activating once more, unleashing an even more terrifying torrent of legions. The defenses built by the players with their blood and sweat would crumble like castles on the beach before the towering waves.
With our current strength, we cannot stop them.
A Lan came to a clear conclusion.
He must demonstrate a power that even Demigod would fear before the opponent's Demigod- level power is revealed.
Otherwise, the fall of Dream Island would only be a matter of time.
When Demigod- level power descends, it marks the beginning of total collapse.
Just then, a golden barrage of comments appeared.
Upon seeing the comments, A Lan was initially taken aback, but then decisively pulled up her contact list and sent a "connection" message to Life Throat.
The communication was connected the next second, and a virtual image of Life Throat appeared.
"Hou, depart immediately for the Imperial Family Mountains and construct a massive, stable Teleportation Array there. It must be large enough to support high-intensity, large-scale transmission. I'll allocate the necessary resources and transfer them to you shortly!"
Upon hearing the words " Emperor's Tomb Mountain Range," the Life Throat on the other end of the line immediately understood A Lan's intention.
"I understand." Life Throat nodded firmly without any hesitation. "I'll set off now, but time is a bit tight. I'll do my best."
Communication interrupted.
A Lan immediately turned around, brought up the Trading House platform, and began purchasing space-related materials in bulk.
Time is of the essence; every second counts.
We must bring the two local Bully to the front lines before the five major powers escalate the war.
The Bully can usually open Teleportation Array to bring together players and the Insect Race to fight against other enemies.
He might also try to replicate it.
There's no need to worry about the Combat Insectoids; they have an instinctive thirst for killing, regardless of who their opponent is.
The only variable is whether the Di Nian Bully, who is always cautious, will be willing to follow suit.
But we have to try, no matter what.