Monsters Are Coming
Chapter 231 - 119 The Great Revenge Plan_3

Chapter 231: Chapter 119 The Great Revenge Plan_3

At this moment, another Black Armored Snake attacked from the side, fiercely colliding with the Sea Beast, causing it to stagger a few steps, then it bit onto the back of the Sea Beast and skillfully coiled around it in spirals, activating Big Snake Entanglement Mode.

More and more Black Armored Snake players joined the siege, attempting to strangle the Sea Beast together.

On the other side, the Roaring Giant Bear and the Deep Sea Iron Rhinoceros continuously collided and bit each other.

The confrontation between the giant beasts brought intense visual shocks, with sand and water splashing between collisions and monstrous roars echoing constantly. Blood spilled from the fight, staining the sea red.

During this process, reinforcements from the Player Corps continually arrived, while the strength of the Black Wind Tribe gradually diminished over time.

By this point in the battle, the outcome had become clear.

The remaining members of the Black Wind Tribe were merely struggling in their last throes in the eyes of the players; a comeback was impossible.

Three hours later, the Clan Leader of the Black Wind Tribe, Hei Yu, exhausted his Physical Strength and abruptly fell to the ground.

Cheers of victory immediately erupted in the voice channel.

Although two warships had escaped during the process, they had still won the battle.

"Awesome, we finally won after fighting all night. The feeling of struggling and winning together is really addictive."

"I just checked the Warband Contribution List, I’m ranked 1823, I wonder what rewards I will get. It seems like it’s not a system distribution this time, we need to count the resources on the warships ourselves for distribution, I hope the guild leaders don’t embezzle."

"Don’t worry, these guilds are famous in other games too, they wouldn’t do such stupid things. They would lose their reputation, and then who would follow them? Besides, they’re not lacking money in reality."

"Haha, they might not be lacking money in reality, but they are lacking sacrificial power in the game. Anyway, I believe in them, hurry up and count, distribute rewards based on contributions."

"There are a total of 32 warships, I wonder how much resources we can tally up."

"The Human Clan friends are so strong, I leveled up twice by fighting with the group all night, I’m so happy~."

...

After a night of fierce battle, the Player Corps welcomed victory and at this moment, dawn slowly lifted the curtain of night, awakening the world from its sleep.

A golden disk rose at the end of the sea horizon, draping the coastline in a golden veil.

The players looked towards the rising sun, spreading their arms and cheering excitedly.

Just at that moment, Challenger Tips sounded:

[Challenger Tips (All Channels): Special campaign ended, temporary Space Transmission feature (transmission out of Newbie Village) canceled.]

Accompanied by the alert tone, the Hall of Glory album slowly opened, recording this battle into history for eternal memory.

The voice of the Divine King, the overall commander of this campaign, also echoed in the Warband voice channel:

"Fellow brothers, we’ve won... No more nonsense, now all guild leaders and managers assemble by the shore, we all live stream under everyone’s supervision to tally up the spoils of war."

"Also, to avoid inequity in distribution during the statistics, the spoils obtained this time will all be sacrificed to Emperor Zhao, even precious resources should not be sold at market prices; the rewards will be distributed through ranks based on the sacrificial power obtained, additionally, assassin players responsible for destroying warships bring your recorded videos to the Warband’s manager to settle the costs of the Spiritual Bombs first."

"Other brothers who are free, help dismantle the ships, take all valuable materials from the hulls to be sacrificed together later and converted into sacrificial power for distribution."

"Last but not least, brothers, you’re amazing, we’ve won!"

Hearing about the upcoming reward distribution based on contributions, players by the shore cheered and leaped for joy.

While waiting, many players opened the Hall of Glory album to review the records of the battle, eager to see if their brave actions were captured during the thrilling moments.

...

On the sea.

Two warships towed by Sea Beasts were sailing swiftly.

Onboard, Hei Ying’s body trembled, his eyes red as he gazed at the gradually shrinking Colorful Mist Coast in the distance, his teeth grinding loudly.

In his mind appeared the words left by the Clan Leader before dying:

"Hei Ying, take the last seed of our tribe and leave, I will cover your retreat."

Bang!

A punch landed on the railing of the warship, leaving a dented imprint. Endless grief surged in Hei Ying’s heart.

Faced with the hatred of genocide, he desperately wanted to turn back and fight to the death.

But recalling the Clan Leader’s last will, he chose to suppress his surging emotions, knowing he now bore the responsibility of continuing the tribal flame.

Looking towards the direction of the Colorful Mist Coast, he gritted his teeth and said:

"This vengeance, my Black Wind Tribe... must be avenged!"

But Hei Ying knew clearly that when they could exact revenge was completely unknown.

Their generation had been reduced to just two ships of people, with no knowledge of when they could return to their peak state or when they would have the power to surpass the mysterious race.

But it definitely wouldn’t be during their generation.

Restoring tribal power would require the effort of several generations.

Thinking of this, Hei Ying was filled with grief.

The vast sea offered no home, and he couldn’t think of where to lead his people next.

Just then, a tribesman approached him:

"Brother Ying, I have an idea."

Hei Ying slowly turned to look at the tribesman standing beside him, asking in a hoarse voice:

"Speak."

"Let’s return to Black Wind Island, and wait for an opportunity for revenge."

"Returning there is a road to death, how can we fight against the Ancient God Race..."

Mid-sentence, Hei Ying abruptly paused, his gaze towards his tribesman shifting:

"What do you mean?"

"Shift the calamity eastward; the Ancient God Race wants to capture Competition Warriors, then let’s inform the Ancient God’s Servants about the situation at Colorful Mist Coast."

"Nice, nice, that’s a good plan," Hei Ying’s face lit up with joy.

"Brother Ying, there’s one problem with this plan, how can we meet the Ancient God’s Servant? They won’t give us a chance to communicate when capturing warriors."

Seeing the concern in his tribesman’s eyes, Hei Ying unhesitatingly said:

"I have a way to solve this problem."

"How?"

"As long as I am captured to the Ancient God Arena, I will naturally meet the Ancient God’s Servants there."

"Brother Ying, you mean..."

"No need for more words, my mind is made up, you will take over as the Clan Leader of the Black Wind Tribe!"

After the tribesman left, Hei Ying gazed towards the direction of the Colorful Mist Coast, a fierce smile spreading across his face.

In his view, no matter how powerful the Alien Race at the coast was.

As long as the Ancient God’s Servants took notice, the fate of gradual destruction was sealed for that race.

Thinking this, Hei Ying couldn’t help but laugh loudly, though his laughter was laden with deep resentment.