Half a year passed in a flash.
Li Yingwen's spirit had essentially collapsed.
What were humans? What was the Kimchi Kingdom? His brain was gradually losing its ability to think.
Gazing at the buildings eroded by vines, at the towering beastmen, these thoughts held no meaning.
With his limbs gone, he could only, like the other Kimchi Kingdom inhabitants in similar predicaments, eat the pig-like feed bestowed by the beastmen, like insects.
The beastmen's methods were extremely cruel to humans.
As a game world, in this world, all creatures could be killed to obtain Source.
And as a favored race, humans yielded several times more Source than ordinary creatures upon being killed.
After a compromise between the higher powers and the system, the beastmen were assigned the territory known as the Kimchi Kingdom.
The beastmen easily suppressed their resistance, and then the harvest began.
As long as they could survive and reproduce, their limbs were torn off as captives.
The beastmen's sacrificial magic prevented humans from dying from illness or blood loss.
It also allowed humans, treated as livestock, to have higher yields and shorter reproductive and growth cycles.
After all, even humans nurtured by magic, as long as they were born in this world and possessed human identity, could become vessels of Source.
Warrior Chief Gao Dan arrived at the livestock pens, gazing at the dense mass of humans. A look of harvest and satisfaction appeared on his face:
"World Ascension is great! The quality of livestock has improved! When the second descent occurs, the Royal Court and the Great Chieftain will surely grant us more rewards!"
"Hmph, in terms of power, the stronger the race, the larger the territory assigned at the start of the game. I wonder how large this country we beastmen have been assigned to is?"
Gao Dan, standing at eight meters tall, was like a mountain blocking the sunlight as he stood outside the pens.
Li Yingwen, his spirit largely broken, looked at the ferocious and terrifying Gao Dan. At this moment, he had even lost the emotion of fear, only grunting meaninglessly like a pig.
Buzz...
No, it wasn't Gao Dan's body blocking the sun,
But rather, from beyond the higher, more distant sky, a more magnificent shadow appeared, obscuring the sun's radiance.
It was a colossal pyramid-shaped structure spanning hundreds of square kilometers, floating in the sky, supported by some inexplicable great power.
Its boundless and magnificent form could be glimpsed even from the beastmen's main camp in the capital of the Kimchi Kingdom, thousands of miles away.
The beastmen camp in the border city immediately descended into chaos. Such a massive structure, whether a monster or a war machine, represented some form of absolute power!
The commotion within the camp caused the aged beastman shaman to emerge from his tent.
As he raised his head and looked at the pyramid suspended in the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if recalling something.
Immediately, his pupils contracted sharply, and he exclaimed:
"Nether Moon!!! This is the Abyss-class Undead tribe's war fortress, 'Nether Moon'!!!"
Fragments of memory from the Royal Court's inheritance resurfaced in his mind. Although it differed from the cold and terrifying image in the inherited memories,
This massive, flying war fortress possessed too distinct characteristics.
The moment he recognized Nether Moon, the beastman shaman's body couldn't help but tremble.
The Doomsday Game was unfolding simultaneously in multiple worlds, and for different worlds, higher powers would deploy different tiers of invading races.
Each invading race was guaranteed to have a second-tier existence, and the combat power evaluation of a second-tier existence determined the grade of that invading race.
And Nether Moon, in the Royal Court's inherited memories, was the representative structure of the Abyss-class Undead race.
The Necrolord Theodore, slumbering within this war machine, had crushed dozens of different worlds over tens of thousands of years.
What made the beastman shaman so terrified was also Theodore's fearsome reputation.
As a high-level undead personally enlightened by higher powers, Theodore had rapidly grown into a true Abyss-dweller who had mastered True Transformation over tens of thousands of years of campaigns.
In the absence of Taboo and higher powers, Taboo was already the most top-tier existence.
In the Royal Court's inherited memories, any tribe that campaigned in the same world as Theodore had no survivors to return!
This Abyss-dweller of the Undead race was synonymous with death and annihilation.
In its eyes, whether it was a favored race of the game, other invading races, or everything in the entire world, it was all sustenance for the Undead race!
"Damn it!! This is just a low-level world!! Why would the Undead race send Theodore here?!"
"We're finished! We're doomed!! The Beastmen Royal Court won't descend for nearly two years, and now we have no power to resist an Abyss-dweller!!"
The beastman shaman's face was filled with terror.
In fact, for the beastmen, who revered strength, dying at the hands of an Abyss-dweller who had mastered True Transformation was a great honor.
But Theodore was different! As a desecrator of death, dying at its hands meant even the soul could not find peace!
Just as the beastmen's outpost, and even the beastmen in the capital's main camp, were thrown into panic upon recognizing Nether Moon.
On Nether Moon's command throne, a beast-eared girl with silver-white ears, with a cute expression, patted the crystal ball suspended in mid-air again:
"Awooo! Di...sperse!!"
The bottom of the pyramid slowly opened, and tens of thousands of red-armored warriors were directly deployed into the air.
Their calm expressions made one suspect that this height of ten thousand meters was merely an insignificant distance to these warriors.
On the ground, the shaman, who had fallen into panic due to Nether Moon's appearance, was stunned upon clearly seeing the newcomers:
"Not undead?? Wait, these are all humans?!?"
Before the fear dissipated and the confusion could even arise, the descending warriors drew their long sabers like flowing silk!
Boom!
A beastman shaman, with at least Nightmare-level strength, was split in two by a single saber strike from an ordinary warrior descending from the sky, with no ability to resist.
And the same scene was continuously unfolding within this beastman outpost.
At the apex of Nether Moon, suspended high in the sky, Su Xiao, clad in red armor, and Hu Tao, dressed in white, stood side by side.
They, along with Xiao Yue, were the overall commanders for this cleanup of the Kimchi Kingdom.
But they paid no mind to the beastman outpost below them, nor did they notice the Purgatory-level aura emanating from the beastmen's main camp miles away.
Their gazes were fixed on the distant south.
Thousands of mountains and rivers blocked their sight,
But they knew that a battle unprecedented in scale was about to erupt there.
Beneath the low, lead-grey clouds,
The sky was obscured by a blizzard, covering the world.
This was a forbidden zone for life, yet also a paradise for ice and snow.
And here,
A young man, walking against the wind and snow, was heading east alone.
He,
Was going to attend an appointment.