The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 922 - 604: Despair

The metal magic staff pounded heavily on the floor beneath, accompanied by a dull thud, spreading waves of shock in rings.

The same sound echoed repeatedly, and layer upon layer of semicircular shields swiftly enveloped everyone.

In the blink of an eye, they were encased in seven layers of shields.

Others also deployed their own powers to strengthen the protection.

Emerald power of life flowed, dark shadows spread, dazzling golden light shone, and a metal shield wall stood tall. Layer upon layer of protection wrapped everyone within, like an indestructible towering fortress.

"Crack!"

A sound like glass shattering came from above, mingled with the sound of clanking chains.

The faceless beings suspended in the sky began to shake violently, accompanied by the clanging of chains.

The sound of glass breaking grew more frequent, as if countless cracks were wantonly spreading in space.

Another "crack" resounded.

In an instant, the space was filled with dense fractures, as if these cracks had suddenly appeared from nowhere.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of breaking.

A faceless being's white head collided with space, causing a shower of space fragments like broken glass to pour down.

With the shattering of this glass-like spatial illusion, the entire area's space seemed to shift to a desolate expanse.

They arrived at a flat wilderness, but the scene here was far more horrific and ominous than imagined.

The leaden gray clouds seemed to swallow the horizon, and the vast wasteland congealed with darkness as thick as asphalt.

"What sound is that?" Lisa Lisa couldn't help but cover her ears and shout.

A piercing sound emanated, as if needles were stabbing directly into the eardrums.

Vier and others furrowed their brows.

Meanwhile, Swade and the others were tormented by the painful sound, screaming loudly and collapsing to the ground.

The black earth churned like boiling asphalt, and one after another, snow-white arms stretched out from beneath.

They were the faceless beings, seemingly covered with a layer of snow-white skin, possessing crease-like folds.

They had no toes, no hair, no sexual organs, not even features.

The faceless beings crawled up from underground one after another.

However, all the faceless beings trying to crawl out seemed stuck, unable to fully break free, like weeds struggling to pierce through soil.

The piercing sound resembled an indistinct eerie melody, softly echoing from all directions.

Three clusters of blood flames first pierced through the mist, like ribs peeling back decayed flesh, tearing the horrifying blood-red night into jagged rifts.

Some figures emerged from the flames.

The first to appear were the hunchbacked faceless rejects, swinging their elbows in a spasmodic rhythm, with clusters of grape-like cysts continuously writhing beneath gray-white skin.

These faceless beings roamed freely, creeping bizarrely toward the group through the "grass" formed by their kin.

Three hundred? Five hundred? As more faceless beings surged from the blood flames, crowded and climbing, tar-like shadows began to proliferate across the wasteland.

Each shadow seemed to self-generate more distorted forms until the horizon was engulfed by white silhouettes surging like tides.

Suddenly, the three blood pillars instantly collapsed into vertical pupils.

A tremendous suppression from their very essence pressed down overwhelmingly.

Vier and others held their breath, vividly feeling the oppression from higher levels.

"Legendary, more than one." Yorndaren gritted his teeth and said.

Facing a single legendary creature might be manageable, but against multiple, they would be utterly powerless.

Gigantic creations twice the size of their kin stepped heavily from the embers, with bones cracking under their skin like wet wood bursting.

The one on the left had seven spines growing from its shoulder blade, with strings of pearls resembling baby teeth dangling from the ends.

The one in the middle had an abdomen split into four lobes, revealing organs covered with blinking eyes.

The one on the right had knees bending backward, leaving trails of oozing, bloody frost with each step.

The whispers they emitted felt like spiders laying eggs inside the skull, bringing an indescribable horror.

This was a language beyond human comprehension, a blend of myriad tones—the rustling of slugs crawling over rust, bubbling of water inside a drowning victim's throat, the clicking of crustacean limbs scraping against each other, and a chilling tremor similar to human throat sounds but with an extra three pitches.

The moment these strange sounds touched the air, they congealed into black fibrous matter, falling on the bodies of the faceless legion, causing the cysts on their bodies to explode, extending more tiny arms.

Blood flames began to erode the structure of reality.

Moonlight was corroded into honeycomb-like holes, grit melting into a gel beneath boots, even fear itself seemed to have a viscous texture within this bizarre domain.

The three Rulers raised their snake-like segmented pale column "necks," their skulls slowly opening cross-shaped fissures, revealing the rotating black, orange, and red swirl inside.

All faceless ones suddenly stood still, leaving only the roar of the whirlpool devouring matter on the wasteland, and the echoing sound as if flesh and blood stars were gestating in the Otherworld.

The heads of all faceless ones turned uniformly towards Vier and the others.

This invisible pressure almost suffocated everyone.

The faceless faces seemed to grow huge eyes at this moment, sending shivers down one's spine.

"12, 13... 14."

Vier trembled as she uttered these numbers.

What she referred to were the Levels of those three terrifying beings, seen through their special Identification ability.

This time, genuine despair engulfed everyone.

Almost simultaneously, they brought out their communication panels, forcing themselves to write intelligence and last words in the channel, with hearts both terrified and trembling.

[Vier: Bobo, you're just like my mom, I love you.]

[Bobo: ?] 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

[Bobo: Aren't you on a mission? Where are you? Why is the map showing...]

At this moment, Vier had neither the mood nor the energy to check the messages in the channel.

The three enormous and horrifying Rulers lowered their heads, the vortex-like patterns inside each head seeming to swallow the crowd's souls.

The intense Suppression made everyone immobile.

This was not only the formidable power of the three Legendary beings but also the psychic oppression brought by this strange space.

Swade and the others, although not dizzy, could only kneel on the ground, heads lowered, even daring not to have the thought of raising their heads.

They trembled as if they had lost the ability to think.

"Interesting creatures," said the Ruler on the left.

"Creation of the world's wails," voiced the Ruler on the right.

"Link with my will, become us," the Ruler in the center extended the "invitation."

Despite facing extreme psychic pressure, the group did not succumb.

Vier struggled with all her might to open her mouth, almost grinding her teeth as she squeezed out words: "Screw you!"

"The Leader will avenge us!" Tyr gritted his teeth, eyes filled with resolution.

"You will become corpses, part of the world," Yorndaren said coldly.

"Sister..." Anger seemed to have his thoughts drift elsewhere amid the crisis.

Bi'an directly threw his Dagger towards the enemy.

"Defiance? Incomprehensible," the three Rulers spoke simultaneously, bringing a new psychic pressure, as if announcing their irresistibility.

In an instant, the five's mouths seemed sealed away, disappearing and unable to utter any sound.

Just then, the communication panel suddenly floated before Vier.

[Kana: Activate portable personal teleportation beacon.]

However, Vier did not intend to do so.

Before her were three Legendary beings, with two being more powerful than Kana.

Moreover, there were countless powerful creatures all over the hills; this place was undoubtedly the enemy's lair.

She knew well that doing so would implicate Kana.

She would become a sinner.

[Kana: Trust me.]

When these three words appeared before her, it was as if a ray of hope pierced through the darkness, lightening the psychic pressure on everyone a bit.

"Your doom has arrived!"

Vier shouted loudly, pulling out the Teleportation Array from her Space Waist Bag and throwing it forcefully.