Muscular Rabbits Legion: “No one can escape from the novice village!”
Chapter 291 - Chapter 291 Chapter 281 The Root of All Evil is in the East

Chapter 291: Chapter 281: The Root of All Evil is in the East Chapter 291: Chapter 281: The Root of All Evil is in the East “Charge!”

The Ten Thousand Clans players shouted in unison and followed Old Snake towards White Tiger City.

The players on the walls of White Tiger City, seeing the Ten Thousand Clans players charging at them, didn’t know whether to be joyful or terrified, but they turned and ran, shouting, “The Ten Thousand Clans are attacking again!”

Old Snake scornfully said, “A bunch of cowardly human players, it’s so stupid, they didn’t even close the city gates! I’ve taken this city!”

Leading a group of experts, Old Snake was the first to charge into White Tiger City. The moment he entered, his sprinting steps dug into the ground like an iron plough, screeching to a halt after half a meter.

A moment ago, Old Snake was filled with confidence and ferocity, but now he was covered in cold sweat, trembling all over.

He saw that the spacious White Tiger Street inside the city was filled with tables and chairs, laden with all kinds of delicacies, and a large group of rabbits dressed in black suits, trousers, leather shoes, wearing sunglasses and big gold chains, were wolfing down food with human players accompanying them.

Banners hung around the city: “Thanks to the Confucian Sect brothers for their righteous help!”

The moment Old Snake charged in, the nearby rabbits put down their lamb buns, donkey burgers, roast lamb legs, and large bowls of wine, then slowly lifted their heads to look at Old Snake.

Some of the rabbits even pulled out handguns…

“Sorry for the intrusion, we’re just passing through, just passing through…” Old Snake bowed deeply, his actions of apology were extremely practiced.

The next moment, a billion Ten Thousand Clans players ran desperately in the desert, with three hundred thousand rabbits chasing them with submachine guns from behind. Further behind, a group of White Tiger City players followed, scavenging and making a fortune…

When Old Snake ran out of the border of the Huaxia Region and realized that the rabbits were no longer chasing, he cried, “Finally, I’ve finally made it out! Damn it, I never want to see those rabbits again!”

“Old Snake, those rabbits not coming here means this is their limit. They can’t come over, so there definitely aren’t any other rabbits here,” someone consoled.

Old Snake thought the person made sense.

So, the few billion surviving Underground City players, having gathered their shattered emotions, turned and headed towards the road to the West.

Black Storm and others watched the departing figures of these Underground City players head West, silently wishing, “To the human players in the Western District, good luck! Don’t thank us too much.”

At this moment, the battle between the players of the Central Continent and the Underground City had intensified. Situated on the arid land between the Huaxia District and the Western District, the Central Continent, where the number of human players was already low, was completely dumbfounded by the sudden assault of the Ten Thousand Clans. Just like Huaxia, they were overwhelmed, and eventually, the players from several districts were forced to converge in a large city in the north, Ye City.

Ye City was a city of main city scale, but like Huaxia, it couldn’t accommodate the five hundred million players from the Central Continent District. They couldn’t conduct long-distance trench warfare like Huaxia; most of their combat strategy involved most people going offline, leaving only the city’s capacity of about twenty million players.

Then they pooled all their money to buy tens of thousands of Demon Cannons, Heavy Crossbows, and level 4 NPCs as guards.

With the help of money, Demon Cannons bombarded in phases from all directions, barely holding off the overwhelming Ten Thousand Clans army. Beneath the harvest of the Demon Cannons, the levels of Ye City’s players also slowly increased, but the numbers of the Ten Thousand Clans army were just too great, filling the sky, the land, and even underground.

The death rate of players was still very fast; some players were responsible for connecting those inside the game with those outside, informing those outside to come into the game whenever a certain number of players died.

However, the players of Ye City knew that unless a miracle happened, the fall of the city was just a matter of time.

Many silently prayed for the divine to save them, and then they heard a battle cry and roar coming from the east.

And then the battle there began…

“The divine have come to save us!”

“The divine are here!”

“The divine have heard our prayers!”

“Thank you, supreme beings!”

The human players cheered, but the next moment, they saw what they thought were a large number of Ten Thousand Clans players being crushed by even larger numbers of Ten Thousand Clans players rolling over them.

Meanwhile, those Ten Thousand Clans players were also shouting in the language of the Huaxia District, “Brothers and sisters of the Ten Thousand Clans, surrender and you will not be killed!”

Then a large number of Ten Thousand Clans players defected to the other side.

This is the Ten Thousand Clans, rootless and without cultural beliefs, believing only in the law of the jungle; they follow whoever is stronger, and see no flaw in this way of life.

There was no shame in betrayal for them, only the pride of the victor.

Thus, realizing that the eastern Ten Thousand Clans players were more numerous and powerful, they switched sides on the spot.

Thus, the army of the eastern Ten Thousand Clans players rolled over like a snowball, unstoppable as they came.

The Ten Thousand Clans players from the Central Continent were suddenly displeased and began gathering forces to confront the others, but at the same time, they also sent people to negotiate with Tiger King.

But the moment they met, Tiger King twisted off the other’s head.

In the east, he had suffered enough hardships and lost face, full of pent-up rage with nowhere to vent; seeing some vent his frustration, how could he negotiate with them?

Watching the other side’s unstoppable advance, all the Ten Thousand Clans players from the Central Continent eventually submitted and joined the ranks of the Huaxia District Ten Thousand Clans players.

With tens of billions of the Ten Thousand Clans, Ye City could no longer hold them.

The players inside Ye City despaired instantly.

“Log in, everyone log in!” Muhammad, the supreme commander of Ye City, shouted.

But it was too late…

Billions of players from the Ten Thousand Clans of Huaxia District swept over the city like a massive tidal wave crashing onto a sandcastle, under the bombardment of Demon Cannons. Countless players were sacrificed, tearing apart Ye City’s defenses, storming into the city, and slaughtering every inhabitant.

“Ding! The last city of the Central Continent, Ye City, has fallen, changing hands in 48 hours.”

The system notification echoed across the desert lands, but alas, at this moment, not a single player remained in the entire Central Continent.

The dead waited for their random wilderness resurrection, and those not yet online were killed as soon as they logged in, unable to hear or see anything.

In no time, players from the Central Continent exploded in frustration, logging onto major websites and issuing their outraged cries, “Can someone tell me where all those Beast Players came from?!”

“Those beasts yelling in Huaxia language, what’s going on? Huaxia people, respond!”

“How did Huaxia’s beasts get to the Central Continent? Huaxia people, respond!”

…

Countless questions flooded the news feeds. What was even more depressing for them was that, in order to isolate Huaxia, they had joined the Western system, separated by an information wall.

So no matter how loudly they shouted, the other side couldn’t hear them.

However, someone did respond, “I don’t know, we’re busy chasing down Beast Players all over the map. What’s going on? Did they all run to your place? Are you unable to handle those useless losers?”

With that comment, the players of Central Continent collectively fell silent.

How could they respond to that?

Should they tell the other side that the so-called ‘useless losers’ had already toppled their nation?

Dammit!

…

At that moment, someone said, “Those Ten Thousand Clans players just captured me and asked where there were more human players. I… I pointed west.”

“Did they all go there?”

“All of them went, not one stayed behind.”

“The players from the Western District… uh… must be… pretty happy about that, huh…”

“Uh… yeah, probably.”

…

Half a month later.

The war in the Western District had also reached its most difficult moment, with practically the entire district fallen, only the northern Wolf Castle, Central Divine City, and southern Athens City still holding on.

Three groups of players, each with different beliefs, adamantly refused to band together for warmth, ultimately getting divided among the three great cities, living on in utter desperation.

In addition, part of the elite forces from the Western District had been dragged away by the Tiger King’s forces during an eastern campaign and hadn’t returned yet, leaving the district far from recovered.

Finally, the Western District, not being one of the more populous regions with only 740 million people, had always liked natural conservation, and there were many natural habitats and large farms. Now with only a sparse population of human players divided among three cities, how could they resist a fifty-billion strong army of Beast Players?

Especially Wolf Castle, an area that never merged well with others, had almost no support from outside; its one and a half billion players once again felt the hardship of that year’s defense battle, each day dragging on like a year.

The many believers in Divine City were relatively united, relying on the Demon Cannons and Heavy Crossbows bought with crowdfunded money, but even now, the death toll had surpassed a hundred million, and the breach of the city walls grew closer.

The last stronghold, Athens City, known as a battlefield in the Western District, whose players were valiant and skilled in war, faced an era when attributes reigned supreme. Against sheer strength and overwhelming numbers, their numbers diminished until only less than two hundred million players remained in resistance.

Three great cities, each filled with despair.

Meanwhile, the leaders of each of the three cities continued to roar and shout, “Hold on, hold on, we still have hope, the gods won’t abandon us!”

At a distance, a Bull Head Person sat atop a small hill, sipping red wine while looking towards Athens City.

Another Bull Head Person beside him asked, “Boss, is there any more Experience Value to be gained?”

The Bull Head Person glanced at his own level: Level 38!

Indeed, the reason the city hadn’t been breached was that the Bull Head Person had been sustaining the city’s players, having assembled the most powerful harvesting team, all over level thirty.

This group and he formed a team responsible for reaping below while he sat here sharing in the Experience Value.

The Bull Head Person replied, “There’s still Experience Value to be gained, no hurry, no rush. We have plenty of time, let’s take it slowly… after all, no one in the world is going to come and save them. They’re all just food on our plates.”

Just as the Bull Head Person’s unhurried words fell, a sudden cry of battle erupted from the east.

The Bull Head Person abruptly stood up, and the leader from Athens also turned to look.

Then they witnessed a terrifying sight, an endless wave of Ten Thousand Clans players, like a black desert storm, sweeping in from the east! Wherever they passed, all the obstructing Western District’s Ten Thousand Clans players were torn apart…