Chapter 218: The Awakening Ancient God
Chapter 218: The Awakening Ancient God
"How are the other lords' territories faring?" Qin Muye was actually quite curious about how the other lords were dealing with the racial mother's tentacles.
This was more like a natural disaster than a human-made calamity, something that ordinary people couldn't resist.
"Seems like they have corresponding treasures. These lords have quite a deep foundation." Black Hand transmitted the data through the magic network.
Qin Muye took a look, and most of the information was brought back by the revenants who had returned from reconnaissance.
There were no racial mother's tentacles in the lords' territories; it was as if they had been cleared long ago.
"It's not the treasures, but the rank," Qin Muye saw the reason at a glance.
If the entire magic continent was the racial mother, then the lords' territories were granted sovereignty by the Lord Era, meaning these lands already belonged to the lords and not the original racial mother.
Therefore, the racial mother's tentacles couldn't affect the lords' territories, or they had been cleared out long ago.
Fortunately, these tentacles were not being controlled and seemed to act on instinct, showing no aggressive tendencies toward the territories.
Of course, that was only for now. If the erosion continued to rise, things might change.
"If it keeps rising, won't it be fully revived in a day or two?" Qin Muye looked at the erosion rate, which was no longer just erosion but more like a revival rate.
The lords hadn't left; they seemed to be waiting for the rewards, especially the top three: True Dragon Emperor, Demon Subduing Hermit, and Fallen Noble.
They were the top three, and the rewards for them were vastly different from the other three lords. The ancient god's bloodline and powerful artifacts were too valuable, and Qin Muye would have fought for them too.
Previously, he didn't have a direct sense of the ancient god's bloodline, but after the erosion rate reached 80% and he saw the racial mother's strength, he understood. The ancient god's bloodline was indeed a great reward, a top-tier bloodline, which was why it was ranked first.
Unfortunately, he couldn't compete. True Dragon Emperor had seen it too and was determined to win, with his points rising too quickly.
The remaining Demon Subduing Hermit and Fallen Noble were also desperately earning points; such a powerful bloodline was coveted by everyone.
Qin Muye was envious too, but he didn't have the conditions to compete. His own strength and the veteran lords on the leaderboard had significant differences, not just in territory size but also in the heroes and troops under their command.
In terms of hero numbers, Qin Muye had plenty, but they weren't as high in level as those of other lords. Most of his heroes were of the life and support types, mostly relying on the experience from energy-type buildings in his territory for upgrades.
He had combat-type heroes too, but their leveling efficiency wasn't as high. They were now using the high-tech weapons in the floating city, reducing the opportunities for direct combat, but they hadn't relaxed their training; instead, they increased the training intensity.
Qin Muye was building an elite force, requiring at least a 1:10 combat ratio.
As for a 1:100 ratio, that was practically impossible unless they wore Gargoyle-level armor.
If they did, it wouldn't be a 1:10 ratio but a city-wide massacre.
"The God of Elves is gone, sigh. I promised to protect him, but I just watched him die right in front of me, it's so heartbreaking." Qin Muye looked at the dead God of Elves, feigning deep sorrow.
The cause of death wasn't overwork by Qin Muye, but the loss of his divine realm. Whether it was destroyed by the racial mother's tentacles or collapsed due to the ancient god's power, it was unclear. He didn't go to check; the God of Elves was dead.
Not only the God of Elves, but also the vassals imprisoned in the dungeons died simultaneously, turning into mummies, as if all the moisture had been drained from their bodies.
Seeing this, Qin Muye shed tears and performed an hour-long autopsy, but found no value.
To say there was no value was a lie; the corpse still had some value, at least as a collector's item.
After all, he was once the God of Elves.
In the future, if he encountered other Gods of Elves in a different server, Qin Muye could host a God of Elves exhibition, charging for entry. Visitors would pay with an artifact to enter and another to leave, and those who couldn't pay would be hung up as exhibits.
Although the method was a bit ruthless, at least it wasn't outright robbery, right?
[True Dragon Emperor: The situation is not looking good. Let's part ways amicably. If we have the chance, we'll meet again in the future.] In the chat channel, True Dragon Emperor suddenly sent this message, which made Qin Muye feel a bit odd.
It wasn't time to leave yet, so why was he getting sentimental?
At the very least, they should wait until they had claimed their rewards before saying such things.
The remaining few also chimed in, agreeing. At this point, there was no need for harsh words. They were all from the same world, and there were no deep-seated grudges, just a matter of interests.
Now that the conflicts of interest were resolved, it was natural to exchange some kind words.
As for the competition for the top spot, anyone with eyes could see that the rankings were already set. It was more about accumulating points.
Points were a universal currency, and the more, the better. Qin Muye was also earning points, but he wasn't as fast as the others because he was leading the floating city to directly attack various areas. The points from the ancient god's followers, ancient god's claws, and ancient god's relics all varied.
He could only say that he was fighting wherever he went.
Qin Muye also chatted intermittently in the chat channel. This was probably the most lively the chat channel had been since it opened, even more so than during the 6-server war, even though there were only six lords.
Even the True Dragon Emperor, who had been trying to recruit him, gave up on the idea. The server transfer vouchers were random, and the probability of being assigned to the same server as Qin Muye was too low, so he naturally gave up on the idea.
If the magic continent still existed, even without recruitment, cooperation would have been excellent.
"Talking about leaving, I'm actually quite reluctant. Although these lords are competing, they haven't done anything overtly." Qin Muye felt that although they didn't get along well, they at least didn't backstab each other when it came to external threats.
True Dragon Emperor might be domineering, but he hadn't used any harsh means against Qin Muye. Who knew what would happen in another server.
The erosion rate reached 85%, and massive trees began to grow. From a distance, they looked like ordinary trees, but upon closer inspection, they seemed to be giant branches growing from the tentacles.
They were covered with enormous tumors, exuding a powerful vitality and ancient god's energy that were strikingly similar.
"The nurturing of life?"
"Alright, everyone is growing on trees. The origin of this world is really interesting."
Qin Muye made a joke, but his expression was serious.
The racial mother seemed to be trying to transform the magic continent into a world suitable for Her, essentially re-creating the elements of earth, water, fire, and air.
He could clearly feel the external energy environment becoming unusually active, which was not a good sign. The overly active energy caused drastic changes in the overall environment, akin to the end of the world.
Fortunately, Qin Muye's floating city used a mixed power system, and the hell-transformed exotic maze environment allowed for external environmental parameter adjustments, preventing any issues. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to handle.
With the help of the magic network, magic could still be cast. Otherwise, leaving the floating city's territory would likely cause magic to become chaotic and mutate.
He was lucky, as his territory was fully sealed. Other lords' territories seemed to have encountered many problems. Buildings and troops backed by Lord Era were fine, but those without such backing were in trouble.
At 90% erosion, the tumors fell to the ground and began to pulsate rhythmically, like breathing.
At 95% erosion, the tumors hatched, producing various races, new and normal, but completely out of place in the overall environment.
At 100% erosion, an overwhelming fear erupted. The event settlement also came in, and the rewards were claimed. The top five on the leaderboard disappeared, having taken their rewards and left. Qin Muye, with his floating city from another dimension, used the hyper-temporal transmission channel to transfer to the Horror Universe.
A massive, pale gray tree rose from the ground, dominating the entire magic continent, with a giant eye opening in its crown.
(End of Chapter)
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