Online Game Dungeon Master

When Shen Xuan landed in the kingdom, the number of players watching the live broadcast around the world increased to 500 million. This was an exciting moment. As the two parties in the "arena", no one felt any excitement. On the contrary, there was only complete silence.

As if it was a last glimmer of light before death, as if it was a confession before death, they felt the dead silence and coldness in the air around them. There was only the temperature of blood. They could only hear the heartbeat and see the rolling clouds and the vast starry sky. Everything was so close to them. The sun god fell, the world had no light, the goddess of the sea fell asleep, and the uncontrolled disordered water roared and flooded.

The gods fell one by one, the plants withered, the beasts fell, and the world was disintegrating. Dust returned to dust, earth returned to earth, and turned into the most primitive four elements. In the end, it sank into a lifeless chaos. The main material plane no longer existed. I don’t know how long it will take. When the master gets tired, maybe a new world will be conceived again.

They were born for destruction, and evil only exists against light. Looking at the dark army and the solemn players, Shen Xuan smiled after a while.

Half an hour passed quickly. No one in the sleepless night had the energy to do anything else. With the appearance of Ilkambala, in their eyes, the world fell into complete madness because of his appearance.

…

A village in the orc colony in the north of the Broken Continent.

The earth is broken and the sky is empty. With the inspiration of the ancestors and the strength of the whole village, the village chief Volkin led the villagers to build such a solid ark. It is still hundreds of kilometers away from the ocean, but when the space storm comes, the power of the law will become extremely weak, and the obstacles that usually hinder the travel to the plane will no longer exist. They will be able to take a ship to other planes.

The ark, which is more than 100 meters long, is filled with all kinds of beasts, food, and clean water. On the ark, a strange eagle-beak totem is erected, which is the god worshipped by Volkin and his villagers.

There was a thunderous sound in the distance. Volkin knew that the orc city in the distance and the dwarf army in the south had started fighting again. He looked up and saw that the wind was very strong. If it blew on his face, he would bleed if he was not careful at level 70. Every villager rushed into the completed ark to avoid the disaster. God said that this was their last day. From then on, the world would return to zero.

The sky was black and white. From the shadow part, a group of black troops appeared. On them were a group of barbarians with tattoos all over their bodies. Each of them rode a flying dragon and dived towards the ground.

"Everyone be careful!" Volkin took out a javelin from his back. The trolls' slender and powerful arms gave them the talent for long-range attacks. A javelin pierced into the dragon's body, causing a 2400 damage, but it still couldn't stop the dragon cavalry that was rushing in.

Carlos came from the Peak Fortress and received guidance from the great tyrant Barosa. He was full of fighting feelings.

Fight for destruction!

He roared, his muscles bulged, and he was in a frenzy, which made him fearless. He laughed loudly, and used his claws and dragon spear to tear the enemy apart.

Blood splashed all over his body, and looking at the hateful eyes of the trolls, this feeling made him happy, the feeling of destruction, he felt the resonance with hell, and felt the innate desire for destruction of every creature.

Morality imprisons freedom, and they will break all cages.

Volkin shouted, his throat seemed to be burned by fire, he attacked mechanically, and every dragoon would leave a clearly visible wound on his body. There were at least thousands of enemies in his eyes, and many villagers had not entered the Ark. He didn't know if he could wait until that time.

"Fight!"

"No!" Volkin saw a barbarian trying to cut off the mast of the Ark, and angrily threw a poisonous spear. The barbarian, who was pierced by divine power, and the flying dragon under his crotch retreated wildly for several meters, and then the sky began a new round of changes.

The black and white reversed world disappeared, the sky began to tear apart, and the power from the void entered the main material plane, plundering the material wantonly and turning it into a part of itself.

It's time! Volkin glanced at the barbarian, and resolutely took out the hand axe and chopped it hard on the cable, a total of six places. When he finished chopping, driven by a mysterious force, the Ark flew unstoppably into the sky. With the protection of the golden prayer power, the dragon cavalry could not destroy it at all.

After a moment, Volkin fell to the ground, his eyes were closed on his old face.

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Near Sunset Port, the easternmost part of the Far East Continent.

Captain Lapste looked at the tornado that roared on the sea all night. Since the fall of the God of Storms, the natural climate has become moody and worse.

So, finally arriving at the port, Lapste earned at least hundreds of thousands of gold on this trip. From now on, he can take his wife and four children to hide in the mountains together to avoid this disaster.

The crew shouted: "Captain! The wind is too strong! Our ship is about to capsize!"

"Hold on! You bunch of wimps, we are almost at the port, don't you want to go back?"

Rapsti shouted, "Quick! Get out of the way!"

A strange scene suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Sunset Harbor, the only safe haven in the Far East protected by the God of Storms, suddenly disappeared in the black.

What happened? He saw the ink-like sea water suddenly parted, jumped high, and blocked in the middle. The ship was not far from the port, but they were separated from each other from then on.

When the constraints of space disappeared, soon, the flooded seawater gathered into waves over a hundred meters high, advancing towards the land with destructive power, and submerging Sunset Port. The port was swallowed up. In a few short seconds, the large port that had been painstakingly built by several generations and dozens of generations was razed to the ground. Lapustid saw countless red dots appearing above Sunset Port.

Each of them was several times taller than humans, with horns and wings on their backs baring their teeth and claws, holding swords or sickles in their hands, and blazing flames burning on their scaly skin.

Devil!

This group of terrible creatures from another world are similar to demons. Lapustid has seen weak demons before, but never such a huge one.

"Everyone prepare to fight!"

Before Lapustid finished speaking, the blood-red sickle swept down, and the head and body were separated into two parts, and died.

This sturdy ship slowly sank into the violent ocean with the burning flames and the screams of humans, becoming one with it.

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With the sharp sound of the horn as sharp as a knife, Zeramon, the dwarf king of the North Wind Kingdom, wielded his warhammer and bravely rushed up with his warriors. In the cold wasteland of bones that buried countless adventurers, they fought with their fellow dwarves from the Far North world, the fallen dwarves.

Hatred became meaningless, and the same race killed each other. Whenever a duel was decided, it meant that one dwarf would be missing, which made Mordin sad.

Zeramon still kept his promise. Mordin looked at him, his people looked at him, SUN looked at him, and the world looked at him. His faith was still flawless, like a diamond, and he would fight bravely to the end.

Hamot, the child of the goddess of adventure, rushed up, and a black breath shot out from his fingertips. This black contained many negative effects such as corrosion, death, poison, and pain, and was the essence of the curse spell.

Zaramon was hit by the black breath, and a small hole visible to the naked eye immediately appeared on the legendary armor he was wearing. He did not suffer fatal injuries, but the armor was completely scrapped. The treasure that had accompanied him for more than 300 years, the dwarf king couldn't help but shed a tear from the corner of his eye.

The dwarves fought desperately with each other, and the players were also fighting desperately.

ODIN loudly provoked Spiderman, and the two soon fought together. The fight between the two did not affect the entire war at all, and they were in ecstasy.

The same was true for other single players.

The players who commanded the battle resisted the terrible attack from the light, and the corpses on the ground were endless.

The believers of the Sunset God fought with the believers of the Throne of Light and the Eye of Judgment. The remaining knights, the elite private armies of each family, and the surviving warriors of each kingdom finally returned to the battlefield at this moment.

Players competed with each other in combat skills, commanders competed with each other in tactical qualities, and commanders, they watched silently and adjusted at any time to exchange for a glimmer of hope.

The war still couldn't stop the destruction of the world. The souls of the dead continued to gather and finally condensed into Shen Xuan, becoming his experience points. His level was about to reach level 150.

In the Kingdom of God, the Lord of Hell felt the weakening power of the gods. Without replenishment, the result was only a matter of time.

The starry sky was bleak.

The dwarves of the Council of Skills were quickly exhausted, and the Dusk City, or the power controlled by Shen Xuan, lost less than one-fifth.

The Kingdom of the North Wind failed, and an army appeared in the distance on time, from GOD in the southwest.

The war continued. Under the Jing Kingdom on the other side, the army appointed by Ilcanbella emerged on the surface, and they were greeted by the defense army on the surface.

The players in the surface world were obviously prepared. Seeing the devil appear, they were full of joy. Their number could completely destroy them before causing devastating losses to the Western Continent.

But what no one expected was that the old devil still deceived the players. In the sea water on the west coast, without any player knowing, an astonishing number of evils emerged, taking the opportunity to sneak attack the unprepared surface world.

Unstoppable force!

Despite prior preparations, it still took dozens of hours for reinforcements to arrive, even though the attacking NPC army was small.

No one could plan and strategize, and likewise, no one could see the light of hope.