Chapter 1201
Chapter 1201 - 1187: Figurines
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As Lu Ping’an marveled at the surge of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, deep within the strata of the world of Mercury 42, there was a faint vibration.
In fact, since a certain point in time, the turmoil deep beneath the surface had never ceased.
An abundance of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures spurted from the rock layers, many appearing near the Exotic Realm connection points, surprising visitors from the Foreign Domain while also attracting more invaders.
After all, when new changes occur on the frontline, reinforcing troops can never be wrong.
And if new "treasures" and "mining points" appeared on the frontline, then reinforcements would likely arrive as quickly as if their own kin were in harm’s way.
However, not only treasures were buried by the earth’s veins—there were also things beyond evaluation...
"What is this?! What on earth happened?! Why is everyone dead!"
Overnight, a city of the Lava Clan was reduced to a ghost town.
But the robust city walls were undamaged, without even a sign of battle, only corpses scattered around.
Even the bodies, with the Lava Clan’s sturdy skin still unharmed, had nothing but two bloody holes where their eyes once were.
As life after life came to an end, the only sound in the whole city was the howling of the fierce wind.
In the streets and alleys, the sounds of doors and windows being shattered echoed continuously, as if invisible Hunting-dogs were on the prowl, and when they finally confirmed the city was devoid of people, they converged.
Eventually, as the invisible beings turned into physical form, the illusory winds took shape into Demons—half-substantial, half-luminescent, translucent Giant Beasts.
The enormous, howling, dog-like creature easily leapt over the city walls, heading towards the next hunting spot.
The same incident was occurring throughout the world, and the information reported back by humans could be described as a rare species almanac.
"Report: In Fish Dragon City, a giant armored arthropod was spotted, seemingly highly toxic. It destroyed two super Fishman Tribes and devoured all their trained Beasts..."
Displayed in the photo was a monster resembling a crab, but seeing how effortlessly it crawled out of the sea and cleaved the Ships in two, no sane person would consider it an easy meal.
"It looks quite tasty..."
As a purebred Easterner with no dietary restrictions, Lu Ping’an was quite tempted.
He could even stomach Zhi Xi’s lovingly prepared breakfasts, not to mention something like this.
However, merely witnessing the creatures who approached it dying from the poison, with birds falling straight from the sky and fish in the sea turning into skeletons, it was clear that this creature was not to be trifled with, likely possessing its own rules or even a Domain.
"Divine Beasts, huh? There are so many of them..."
It wasn’t just a single sighting in the reports. In a particular area, enormous, fire-breathing six-legged warhorses were sighted, kicking right through two large nests of the Abyssal Insect Race.
At the same time, large groups of Sea Monsters suddenly rose to the surface, eagerly slashing at the Plane invaders.
Around the globe, these strange Magical Beasts appeared, their strengths ranging from weak to strong, but they all shared one thing in common: the variety was vast, yet the number of each species was small, as if they were limited edition collectibles.
And most life forms come with their own suitable environmental habitats; for instance, those obviously terrestrial Beasts with thick fur that couldn’t even swim emerged onto the mortal world with ice and wind in tow.
And witnesses have revealed where these monsters came from.
The vibrations of the earth’s veins brought forth cracks, from which the "yellow amber" buried deep within was squeezed out by the ground.
And as the amber, which seemed to solidify time, naturally disintegrated, the ancient giants within naturally awoke... and then as if they had received some command, they attacked the campsites of the nearby intruders.
Clearly, this was the work of a certain entity, as well as Its collection from countless years past.
Among these giants were not a few Rule-level Demons, the strongest of which even posed a threat to the Quasi-Gods.
They were "reinforcements," but also a deterrence... But the truly unsettling thing had not yet surfaced, at least not to human eyes.
"....Is it me again? How long has it been this time, three thousand years, or ten thousand years?"
When Mudar woke from his slumber once more and saw the surrounding pale yellow "Tears of Long Sleep" cracked into pieces, he felt no surprise.
He raised his head, waved his six arms, relieved that four of them still functioned properly... although in theory this kind of "Long Sleep" should preserve the life form intact, Mudar, having woken three times already, knew this was only a theory.
Many existences like himself had silently lost half their bodies during their slumber, and his careless and disinterested kin had no patience to repair their "figurine toys"...
"What is it this time? Purge the new Intellectual Species? Or act as a sage mentor to Primitive Man, facilitating their rapid evolution?"
These diametrically opposed questions, asked by this tall, slender life form, seemed so normal to him.
Figurines and toys, that was how Mudar saw himself and his fellow "ancient heroes."
Each was the brightest star in their ethnic group’s history, from the super military strategist with a hundred victorious battles to the Developer with a thousand inventions, from the invincible warrior to the literati with infinite sentiment... all these "people" were, without exception, His collectibles.
Sometimes, they would be taken out to be played with, only to be forgotten and left outside to die of old age... but in fact, this was the very fate these "heroes" longed for the most.
Most of the time, it was like Mudar, awakened when thought of for use, carried out tasks of either destruction or redemption, and then was put back into storage.
Mudar raised his head, his innate sensory organs conveying to him a message that surprised him.
"To resuscitate so many ’ancient heroes’ at the same time..."
To Mudar, this was not a good thing; it implied their work would be quite difficult and perilous, or perhaps their master wanted to see a grand fireworks display.
But soon, a will was conveyed, the instruction given to him...
"Communicate with ’humans’ to understand the situation, guard the Long Hand Clan, and kill the Abyss Insects..."
This last term made Mudar uneasy, but the next moment, as the "master’s" will began to urge him, he still flapped his transparent wings and took flight.
His speed was fast, accompanied by the "buzzing" of the high-speed vibration of his wings.
If viewed from above, he was a standard member of the Upright Insect Tribe.
Standing three meters tall, equipped with six limbs sharp as blades, and a thick carapace, he looked in every way like a super war machine.
The hero of the Ancient Insect Tribe once again took to the battlefield, whether his opponents would still be considered his "kinfolk" was yet to be seen.
— End of Chapter 1201 —