CHAPTER 470: CHAPTER 164: DEATH RECOVERY, DARK RACE TRAP

In Qi Sheng’s eyes, this setup is very clever.

It’s like an alarm clock that forcibly activates the Slumbering Dark Race entity when it reaches a specified value.

But the problem is, this trap encountered the players.

And the players mistakenly thought it was a hidden Easter egg scene in the game that required special conditions to activate.

The result is that the rune numbers calculating the devoured Qi-Blood values keep fluctuating, but in reality, no Qi Blood Energy is actually being obtained.

After all, the devouring function of the Blood Soul Barrier trap could never compare to the supreme rules of the Four Gods; after a player’s death, their body is extracted and sent back to the space of Imperial Tomb Village by the power of Superdimension, including spilled blood and severed limbs.

Thus, a situation similar to a revolving fund arises.

Players voluntarily go to their deaths and sacrifice, seemingly ingesting Qi-Blood continuously, with rune values jumping accordingly, yet in truth, no Qi-Blood is absorbed at all.

The alarm clock set by the Dark Race warrior is forcefully turned by the players, pushing towards the trigger state.

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As time passes, a large number of players flock to the "special scene" of the Blood Soul Barrier.

Some players observe nearby, eagerly waiting for other players to contribute to unlocking the scene.

There are also players who willingly sacrifice themselves to explore new scenes.

Especially guild teams.

In order to have a good reputation among the Player Corps, attracting more players to join their guild, they organize and sacrifice themselves to refresh recovery points.

With the relentless efforts of the players, the recovery requirement values displayed in the decomposition information climb rapidly.

At the same time, within the Blood Soul Barrier.

Within it lies a humanoid figure in deep slumber, its body encased in a crystal coffin condensed from Qi-Blood.

The surface of the crystal coffin is engraved with ancient runes, emitting a dark red light; the body surface of the Dark Race warrior inside is wrapped in a thick layer of blood-red energy, mummified, like a statue frozen in time, lying quietly within.

Each time the Blood Soul Barrier calculates the Qi Blood Energy released by the deceased players, the twisted runes on the blood-colored crystal coffin jump and change, emitting a low hum.

As time goes on, the jumping runes gradually disintegrate.

The dark red energy constituting the crystal coffin becomes erratically illuminated, and the dormant state of the Dark Race warrior, like a stagnant sea, starts to ripple within its Spiritual Sea.

Its body trembles slightly under the stimulus of the rune energy, as if awakened from a long dream.

The fingers move first, the dark energy dissipating from the fingertips like smoke, then spreading through the entire hand.

Soon after, its chest begins to rise and fall slowly, as if relearning the rhythm of breathing; with every breath, the surrounding air trembles accordingly, the energy constituting the Qi-Blood crystal coffin collapses, turning into dark red energy absorbed by the Dark Race warrior’s body.

The Qi Blood Energy flows through its body, gradually converging at the heart.

With the continuous injection of energy, the Dark Race warrior suddenly opens its eyes, pupils shining with blood-red light, like two burning flames.

Crack! Crack!

The cracks on the blood-colored crystal coffin increase, emitting clear cracking sounds.

Like melting snow, absorbed by the Dark Race warrior.

"Who... am I?"

At the moment of consciousness awakening, a question arises in the mind of the Dark Race warrior.

This question pierces through the darkness like light, unleashing the stored memories like a torrent.

In the memory scenes, the earth is torn into countless fragments, the once vibrant prosperity having long vanished, the embers of war still burning incessantly.

The sky is shrouded in eternal grayness, and the scorching sun’s rays cannot penetrate the thick haze, blurring the boundaries of day and night.

This is its Hometown World.

A world completely destroyed in the war against the Black Tide.

Huge cracks spread across the land, bottomless.

From the cracks, pitch-black Black Tide Energy occasionally gushes out, spawning endless Evil Spirits devouring all surrounding life.

The once lush forests now only have charred trunks left, branches twisted like the arms of the dying, pointing to the sky.

The sea has dried up, and the seabed is bare, a once thriving world now turned into the remnants of war, ready to be devoured in the next Black Tide surge.

The entire world resembles a shattered island, drifting in space in the form of debris.

City ruins scatter across the fragments, with only broken walls and remnants left.

The resources are depleted, the Black Tide’s corrosion and pollution... the tentacles released by the twisted Corrosion Core dance across the land, hastening the world’s march toward destruction.

Destruction storms, earthquakes, space collapses... various natural disasters frequently appear.

This is a world completely devastated by the Black Tide, resources exhausted, life withering, leaving only endless despair.

The scene gradually gets swallowed by darkness, and in its memory, it looks back and sees countless figures waiting for its arrival, with a distorted black hole ahead leading to an unknown world, and the scene freezes here.

Tears fall from the corners of the increasingly awake Dark Race warrior’s eyes.

It remembers the scenes before the clan’s migration.

Anger, unwillingness, despair... various emotions surge within its heart.

The memory continues.

It led the Dark Race to descend upon a Super World known as Monster World.

This world contains unimaginable wealth of resources, and in this world, it saw hope for revenge.

To quickly establish a foothold in this world.

Soon after descending, it launched a devouring war on a nearby tribe, swallowing this tribe to nourish its own and its clan’s growth.

This action required no justification; at that time, the Dark Race urgently needed resources for development.