Chapter 271:

Words : 1947 Updated : Oct 9th, 2025

3 days passed in a flash. When the little players logged back into Transia, the city had already been besieged by the gnoll vanguard for a full day and night. The good news was that the gnolls had no siege weapons while Crimson Citadel had the Nocturne Barrier hidden earlier by Murphy, which completely prevented the fierce gnolls from entering the city area to cause havoc.@@@@ The bad news was that Murphy only had 3 spirit energy conversion cores for the Nocturne Barrier, and soon, this thing would be deliberately overloaded by Tris to trigger a spirit energy storm to break through the Astral Realm. The situation was about to enter its most dangerous moment, both for Crimson Citadel and the gnolls. “Ding!” Invincible Tyrannosaurus Cheche opened his eyes in the light, returning to his beloved Transia land. At that moment, a Computation Bead note made him suddenly lower his head. 【Spirit Mage assembly signal! All Spirit Mages who receive this order, please report immediately to Lady Tris at the spirit energy core below the Crimson Halls! Crimson Citadel is in crisis, the Blood Vulture Clan and all of Transia need your assistance!】 “Huh? What’s this about assembling Spirit Mages?” Cheche widened his eyes and said: “I feel like they’re about to do something big, aren’t they?” “Why are you even asking? You’ll know when we get there!” Leading Pigeon, also a Spirit Mage, went to the “storage locker” to get his equipment and put it on, then stuffed his “drops” stored there into his pockets, before running with Cheche to report to Lady Tris. It wasn’t just the two of them. All the Spirit Mages among the players, whether vampires or old faith believers, anyone who had anything to do with spirit energy users was summoned here. Even Feel You Poor, a Summoner, and Life Is Pretty Good, a Trickster apprentice, were pulled over by the quest. When they arrived, they found that Lady Tris had gathered almost all the spirit energy users in Crimson Citadel here, including frost walkers from the Thorn clan, scout knights from the Blood Pact Knights, Oak Sages from the Avalon Church, and even Mage Helu and his unreliable apprentice Tobacco Mulberry. The underground spirit energy core they were in was originally a spirit energy filtration pool in the Blood Vulture Halls. Embarrassingly, this place had only been dug out from the collapsed area a week ago. It hadn’t been properly cleaned yet, and there were even some uncleaned construction debris piled in the corners of the room. But none of that mattered! When spirit energy mysteries are truly put into practice, one need not care if there are dirt clumps on the ritual items. Tris and Miss Femis had repaired the spirit energy formation here in the two days waiting for players to come online, allowing it to regain its function as a “comprehensive casting platform”. At this moment, Lady Tris was standing in the central position of the spirit energy core, which was the energy convergence point of the spirit energy formation engraved on the underground stone slab. More professionally, it could be called the “energy pointer” position. “Everyone! Let’s keep this brief.” Seeing that all the casters had arrived, with many physical profession little players running over to watch the excitement on the outskirts, Tris spoke in a low tone, putting on the air of a leader-level NPC: “We are about to conduct a casting ritual for a medium-small Astral Realm tearing grand formation here. I myself will serve as the casting core to manipulate spirit energy to break through the barrier between the material world and the Astral Realm, re-enacting the tragedy that occurred in Kadman City over a month ago in the core of the gnoll camp today. That unrestrained power that once brought us disaster will also pour the same disaster onto the heads of our enemies. I know not everyone among you agrees with such a risk. ṜAŊóʙƐ???? You have enough wisdom and common sense to judge that carelessly breaking through the Astral Realm barrier is not a good idea. I know all these reasons, and some of your citing and refuting arguments even come from the texts on Astral Realm spirit energy that I personally wrote in my youth. But none of these are reasons! We need this victory! No matter how people outside will evaluate tonight’s events, we who are already trapped in this situation know that all of this is necessary! Thanks to the active and adventurous efforts of the Blood Vulture Clan’s intelligence personnel, the crystals used for relative mapping have already been buried in the gnoll camp in advance, and the positioning for marking the spirit energy pointer has also been properly placed. My assistant Femis and I have modified the parameters of this formation. We will minimize the impact of this Astral Realm tear on the land of Transia as much as possible. This is the last promise we can make! Now then, those who still have objections to this operation may leave, and the rest please enter your respective casting positions! I need to borrow everyone’s perception of spirit energy to quickly gather enough spirit energy storm to overload the Nocturne core in a short time. For newcomers participating in this type of composite casting ritual for the first time, my advice is: When I tell you to do something later, just do it. Don’t use your brain, and especially don’t have your own ‘inspirations’. Does everyone understand?” Murphy didn’t know if the NPCs understood. But he could be certain that the little players definitely understood. Because Tris had edited the quest text in advance, and the little players only served as the simplest “temporary spirit energy pool” in this large-scale energy gathering formation. As long as they stayed in this sealed room throughout, the quest would be considered complete, and the rewards they would receive this time were exceptionally “generous”. “Ding” The sound was so terrifying, like a thousand tigers roaring in unison. It was the commotion of the frenzied spirit energy storm gathering under the night sky of Crimson Citadel. On the now empty city surface, Maxim looked up to see the hemispherical crimson barrier flickering like a bad connection above his head, and dissipating rapidly like a soap bubble in sunlight. The 3 floating cores that had been steadily outputting spirit energy in the city were also enveloped in ominous blood-colored lightning. It was as if an invisible hand was gripping them, squeezing this destructive force and sending it to a place Maxim couldn’t see. The purple light emitted by the Astral Realm tear above the night sky also suddenly flared brightly at this moment, like a gorgeous purple chandelier, illuminating the entire Crimson Citadel and the surrounding darkness at this moment. It was like the spotlight on a stage lighting up in an instant, illuminating everything dim below. Not only the gnolls’ grotesque shadows cast on the ground, but also the resolute faces of the local warriors hidden by the shadows. Both the frenzied attackers and the fearless defenders were prepared at this moment to fight for the ownership of this city slowly recovering from the aftermath of disaster beneath their feet. “Snap” Maxim looked away, pulling down his vulture mask to cover his face, and raising his black sword and heavy shield. Behind him, the position of 500 Kadman People’s Army was a forest of swords and spears, while in front of him, as the Nocturne Barrier dissipated, those gnoll vanguards who had been thirsting outside the barrier howled and drove earth wolves and kobolds surging towards them like a tide of chaos. They firmly believed no one could stop the black tide they formed. And the soldiers and vampires in the position also equally believed that before they all died, no one could cross the position they defended. “Astral Realm tear countdown 3 minutes!” Lady Tris floated up surrounded by enormous spirit energy. To her left was a floating hourglass recording time, to her right was a calculation matrix composed of 30 Computation Beads projecting the relative coordinates of the material world and Astral Realm in real-time. In these full 3 minutes, this Spirit Sovereign had to withstand the pressure brought by the frenzied energy storm constantly pouring out of the suppressed overloading cores. She must release them all at once to the right position when the most precise relative mapping conditions are met. She was like Murphy’s goddess of victory, only able to deliver the most fatal assist to her warrior at the most critical moment. “Swoosh” Femis waved the Night Howl Staff, and jumping crimson light formed temporary portals to the outskirts of the gnoll camp. The crystals previously buried by Frostfang Claw and Dorothy were used at this moment. Players could even see through those crimson lights gnolls on the other side of the camp curiously approaching to see what this thing was. A silly-looking gnoll brute actually reached out to touch this mirror-like thing. Who knows what this guy was thinking, he actually took a step forward. He crossed the rift opened to the Astral Realm and successfully entered this Blood Vulture Hall. Appearing before him were Murphy with his mask lowered and Femis with her staff raised, as well as 140 “otherworld demons” behind them who were already fired up and unable to contain their killing intent. Being stared at by so many eyes at once, even a thick-skinned gnoll brute was instantly struck dumb at this moment. Its walnut-sized brain couldn’t imagine at all how to deal with the scene before it, but fortunately, it didn’t need to put more pressure on its dull brain in the next second. “Poof” Necessary Evil swung up. In a splash of blood, a wide-eyed gnoll head flew out from the other side of the crimson gate, drawing a perfect parabolic arc, and landed at the feet of its companion with viscous liquid dripping, those bulging eyes seeming to warn its companion: Run! However, it was already too late! At the instant the huge Blood Wings unfolded in the central area of the gnoll camp, 140 players howled and rushed into the gnoll “dungeon” like a frenzied crimson turbid flow in reverse. The surrounding dumbfounded gnolls didn’t last ten seconds under the blades and axes before being slaughtered clean. Murphy didn’t rush forward to search for the dungeon BOSS, instead, he folded his wings and raised his head on the spot. Anderma Hills was especially quiet tonight, but a pressure of an impending storm was released through the starlight above that had already turned “purple”. At this moment, 500 meters outside the tent of King Kenport, “nouveau riche” Lord Nash, who was on patrol, suddenly felt the battle axe in his hand emitting a strange hum. Puzzled, it put this weapon gifted by its good brother Hog to its ear. It heard that strange tapping sound, as if there was a bug clinging to the handle of its weapon. But how could this be possible? “Why is your axe glowing?” exclaimed the gnoll brute beside it. Nash looked down, wow, red and purple intertwined light was flickering from the handle of its axe. You have to admit, it looked pretty good. But what the hell is this— “Boom” A earth-shattering roar. It swallowed all the confusion of the gnoll named Nash at this moment and for the rest of its life, but its explosive demise seemed like an announcement, like a harbinger before disaster strikes. Hmm, the spirit energy wind in Anderma Hills tonight is a bit clamorous.

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