CHAPTER 525: CHAPTER 175: REDIRECTED CALAMITY, DISTANT TOASTS

But at this moment, his focus was entirely on the Lord, with no intention to pay attention to the players. In an instant, the Black Tide Energy surged below the Tower towards the player warband, quickly generating Catastrophe and Plague Series soldiers to form a player-exclusive firewall, preparing for a long-term battle.

What he hadn’t expected was that the player corps had no intention of participating in the battle.

In the perception view, players advanced to the area near the Lord, then took out barbecue grills, meat platters, and various other tools, even going to the extent of setting up parasols, leisurely enjoying tea and barbecue as if they were on a sightseeing tour.

Facing the retaliating spectator stance of the player corps, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit chose to ignore them, continuing to command the Black Tide to attack the steadily advancing Lord.

However, apparently, the players had no plans to let it go.

Soon, a large group of close combat players approached, releasing their battle aura attribute within a safe distance, generating soaring red energy.

In the Earth Thought Evil Spirit’s wide-eyed shock, the red air flow condensed into a tightly clenched red fist, with a middle finger several times thicker than other fingers slowly raised.

"Damn!"

Subsequently, the red airflow-formed middle finger continued to enlarge like inflating, becoming even bigger than the entire fist, pressing down in the air, then standing up continuously back and forth.

At this time, the Divine King in the voice channel was commanding the condensation of gang qi:

"Guys, let’s make a big move. I’ll mark a few points in space, and you guys can work together according to the grouping diagram I provide."

With those words, the Divine King began marking positions in the air.

The grouped players below released gang qi and converged towards the corresponding marked nodes.

Soon, a silhouette made of gang qi appeared in the air. Although there were minor flaws in appearance, it was unmistakably the Earth Thought Evil Spirit at a glance.

Then, an Evil Eye was generated.

The scene followed the Divine King’s command, with the Earth Thought Evil Spirit being held in the Evil Eye’s tentacles, crying, as several gang qi-formed gas masses fell from the sky.

The originally composed Earth Thought Evil Spirit felt like coughing up blood upon seeing this energy animated image.

"Earth Thought, don’t look; your emotions are getting out of control."

"I know." The Earth Thought Evil Spirit nodded fiercely, continuing to focus on the Lord.

Although furious at heart, he clearly knew he had to kill the Lord as quickly as possible, or else the Tower risked being destroyed.

He knew full well what he had to choose between venting anger and confronting a strong enemy.

The overwhelming fury was vented on the Lord, with various Evil Spirit soldiers constantly charging at the Lord, dying and then merging into the Black Tide to reform anew for battle.

The strategy of overwhelming numbers seemed like Evil Spirits were dying continuously, but in the eyes of the Earth Thought Evil Spirit, the losses caused were far less than engaging in a fierce battle with the players.

To fend off the Lord, a Catastrophe Titan emerged again from the Black Tide, engaging in a frontal collision with the Lord.

Upon realizing that Earth Thought Bully no longer paid attention to them, the players returned to the warband, taking out tables, chairs, benches, and even various gourmet foods from their space bags, commenting on the battle as if they were bystanders unaffected.

The Lord continued advancing toward the Tower, but its condition kept deteriorating.

A lot of blood had already been lost under the Wither Marks stacked by players, and even more negative states were applied under the relentless assault from Earth Thought Bully.

Compared to the players, the Black Tide Demonic Spirits could be generated with no cooldown time.

Truly endless.

The negative energy imposed by the curse system demonic spirits was like an invisible rope tightly entwining the Lord’s body.

The formerly iron-tough skin now became cracked and rough, with black spiritual patterns of various shapes spreading across its surface, characteristics imposed by curse system troops, continuously draining the Lord’s life force.

Moreover, the plague’s infection ravaged within the Lord like a turbulent tide.

The Lord’s eyes no longer burned as flames but turned clouded and dull. Players even saw exhaustion in them, and even the breath it exhaled carried a foul stench; the plague energy was devouring its life force.

Roar!

The Lord roared, switching to Ice Plateau Lord form, unleashing a blizzard to sweep the Black Tide.

But the Earth Thought Evil Spirit also switched troops, rapidly generating Catastrophe-type tank troopers resistant to cold.

With the entire soldier type library supporting it, there was no invincible foe that Earth Thought Evil Spirit could not confront.

Except, of course, for those monstrous players who could decompose demonic spirits.

Under the fierce offensive of the Earth Thought Bully controlled demonic spirits, the Lord’s legs started trembling, seemingly unable to support its massive body.

Each step it took next came with heavy panting sounds, and the ground slightly shook from its footsteps.

The once majestic white beard now thinned, falling with the wind.

Its life force, under the dual attacks of curse and plague, was nearing its limit.

The legs, which could once fracture the ground with a lift, now turned sluggish and weak, unable even to dent the hard ground.

The Lord emitted a low roar, its voice full of suffering.

Growing weaker, it tried to struggle, wanting to escape the erosion of both curse and plague, but all efforts were in vain.

Its life state was like a flickering candle in the wind, about to extinguish at any moment.

The pace of its advance grew slower and slower, while the offensive from Earth Thought Bully became increasingly fierce, with three Catastrophe Titans surrounding the Lord, launching one heavy blow after another.

Plague Series soldiers clung like barnacles on a whale’s body, their plague energy constantly seeping into the Lord.

Even with an absolute advantage in strength, the Lord couldn’t contend against the Black Tide.

It was just less than 200 meters from victory.

But it was this 200-meter distance that had drained all the vitality from the Lord.

Realizing that continuing in this way meant inevitable death, the Lord issued a despairing roar, switching to war mode, suddenly turning to push a Catastrophe Titan away before taking long strides to leave.

Just as the Earth Thought Evil Spirit was about to command the Black Tide to pursue, the voice of the Evil Eye echoed in his mind:

"Earth Thought, this is a Primordial Monster. Killing it won’t grant any energy absorption, so there’s no need to give chase, which will only waste Black Tide Energy."

"It’s necessary." Earth Thought Bully’s lips curved into a sinister smile:

"Evil Eye, don’t always measure gains and losses with benefits. Sometimes, you must also consider emotions; I’m determined to kill this monster."

"What do you mean?"

"I don’t like over-relying on rational balance, using maximum benefit to gauge every decision. My future is not a mere series of profit-maximizing data. I want to break free from the numeric profit framework and while weighing pros and cons, respecting my own emotions as well."

The Evil Eye did not respond, seeming to ponder the meaning of the words, then nodded:

"Earth Thought, I will always support your decision."

"Good Eye." With that, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit commanded the Black Tide, raising a giant wave to pursue the Lord.

At that moment, it had only one thought in mind: since the monster came voluntarily, it must leave its life behind.

Just then, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit suddenly noticed the player corps also moved. Various vehicles appeared like mushrooms after the rain, advancing towards the Lord along with the Black Tide under its control.

Seeing this, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit controlled the surging Black Tide, condensing a large black hand raising a middle finger towards the player corps.

Not to be outdone, on the players’ side and under the Divine King’s command, a gang qi-condensed giant hand raising a middle finger appeared above the warband, with an even larger middle finger raised.

At this point, the Black Tide energy changed, condensing into an upside-down thumb, with players following by changing their gang qi energy to form an upside-down thumb.

The two waves chasing the Lord exchanged friendly greetings from afar, with various insulting gestures continually switching throughout.

Like a game of rock-paper-scissors, back and forth they went.