With the hundred-percent attribute feedback from their Player Bodies, Earth Civilization officially launched its counterattack.
Before gaining Player Power, they had been a civilization of the Mire World, all mortals of flesh and blood.
Even if they resisted with all their might, in the Dark Tide's eyes, it would not even qualify as a proper war-at most, a little snack.
But the moment attribute feedback took effect, the dimensional disparity reversed.
Freed from the shackles of their mortal bodies, they too were a natural disaster-the undying natural disaster that had clashed with the Dark Tide in countless battles to the death on the Pale Continent.
An invading force led by a mere twenty-three Dark Tide Monarchs could not possibly rival the Player Faction, backed by a century of development.
Beneath the sky engulfed in darkness, countless figures soared from buildings and streets, roads and alleys across the great cities, striking back into the black fog, confronting the world-oppressing Dark Tide, and boldly accepting the ultimate challenge across dimensions.
Countless arrogant, unrestrained taunts rang out in the World Channel.
"Twenty-three Monarchs, and you dare raid our home? Has the Dark Tide run out of people? Is this supposed to be charity?"
"You've got some nerve coming to our doorstep to cause trouble! You're asking to die. Your granddaddy's critical-hit sword is as sharp as ever!"
"Hahaha! Now that our true bodies are back, we'll sweep all this black fog off Earth today!"
"The counterattack has begun! Divine King's prophecy from when he first entered Monster World actually came true. That's fucking awesome!"
Voices roared, and battle intent surged sky-high.
Players rose into the air and charged at the Dark Tide, supernatural powers that had never belonged to reality appearing alongside them.
Miraculous scenes once found only on Monster World's battlefields played