Chapter 1 Time is a Bitch

Time is a magical thing. When you want it to speed up, it crawls like it has a broken leg, and when you want it to slow down, it flies by.

Some say that time is just an illusion of us humans. Therefore, the feeling of it being "fast" or "slow" is merely the difference between the speed of its passage and people's subjective desires.

But I think this theory can be described with a more concise and easy-to-understand phrase—time_is_a_bitch.

At this moment, the warriors of the Monster Kingdom on the battlefield deeply felt the bitchiness of time...

From the moment Xiao Tan activated his skill, fifteen minutes passed almost in the blink of an eye.

Their stamina and mana hadn't recovered much, their injuries hadn't healed that quickly, but the strength of the Redundant Troop Legion... had indeed returned, and reached an unprecedented number.

One could imagine that once that cloud of Redundant Troops descended from the sky, it would be difficult for the King's Army to even protect themselves in their current state, let alone protect the area where Xiao Tan and Dou Mo were.

And if Xiao Tan's skill was interrupted, and the enraged Dou Mo made a move, the ending would probably be even more terrifying than being overwhelmed by the Redundant Troops.

"Feng Bujue has been jumping down the well for almost an hour..." Freddy, who was gradually feeling despair, said to Jue-ge's companions, "That kid wouldn't have run away by himself, would he?"

"Your logic is obviously flawed." Billy's attitude was still calm, and he replied, "If he wanted to escape, he could have run away in front of everyone. Feng Bujue wouldn't hesitate to escape because it was 'shameful'; and taking a step back, why would he run? If he didn't want to take risks, he could have just not come to help you in the first place, right?"

"Hmm..." Freddy muttered, "That's true..." He paused, "Then... perhaps... he died in the well?"

"Maybe." Billy's tone still didn't have much emotional fluctuation, "After all, that well is called the 'Well of Samsara,' and no one knows what's actually inside."

"Hey!" Not far away, Xiao Tan, who was standing upside down and scratching his scalp, heard their conversation and immediately retorted, "You should have said this before Jue-ge jumped!"

Unlike Dou Mo, as the caster of [Xue Wu Jiu Tian], Xiao Tan could still perform some actions while maintaining the skill, such as talking and blinking.

"Saying it wouldn't have made any difference..." Billy replied, "Feng Bujue naturally considered that possibility long ago. He would never change his decision just because I voiced that assumption..." He paused for half a second, and then said, "Feng Bujue knows better than any of us that with our current strength, we can't win this battle... If we want to survive and win, we must rely on the unknown power at the bottom of the Well of Samsara."

Xiao Tan heard this, thought about it, and understood... Billy was right.

Feng Bujue's personality was like this. As long as something was known and within his ability, Jue-ge would try to accomplish it with the available resources, even if his plan seemed difficult and risky to others. But in his own logic... "known" was the safest and most reliable element. Unless absolutely necessary, Feng Bujue would never pin his hopes on some "unknown" thing.

And this time, shortly after arriving on the battlefield, after roughly grasping the situation of the Redundant Troop Legion and knowing that Dou Mo was about to arrive, Jue-ge resolutely set his sights on that "Well of Samsara," the effects of which no one knew...

Although Feng Bujue had been acting very relaxed before jumping into the well, Xiao Tan also felt that this was all Jue-ge's way of reassuring his companions.

In fact, this great battle could already be described as a "desperate crisis," and the situation had reached the point where even Feng Bujue had to rely on some "unknown" factor to turn the tables.

Ga--

Just as Xiao Tan was pondering, suddenly, an unusual sound came from the sky, interrupting his thoughts.

At that moment, most people naturally assumed that the source of the sound was another Explosive Tunnel opened by the Redundant Troop Legion.

But... Xu Huai Shang immediately noticed the difference.

"This is..." She had seen this kind of portal before. Although it looked similar, the shape of the portal and the sound it made when it opened were different from the Explosive Tunnel, "...the Gate of Howls?"

That's right, this was the Gate of Howls, a portal supported by the unique demonic energy of the Necrom Kingdom.

The shape of this portal was oval, like a standing mirror, and around its edges, one could see many things that looked like skeletal hands "grabbing" onto it, as if using "brute force" to maintain the existence of the gate.

"Oh? What's going on here?"

The first person to come out of the Gate of Howls was someone both of the players present recognized. His name was—Blood Corpse God.

"This lineup... is even bigger than when you guys destroyed our Necrom Kingdom..." Blood Corpse God muttered as he slowly floated out of the gate. Before he finished speaking, he had already started moving his shoulders and arms, looking like he was warming up.

"Heh... after all, the Monster Kingdom is stronger," Tariom followed closely behind.

Then, three more player figures leaped out of the gate and landed suddenly.

Ruo Yu, Xiao Ling, Hua Jian... the Three Knights of the Dead, had finally arrived at their teammates' side at this moment.

"Hey—Xiao Tan, Elder Sister Shang, are you all okay?" When she was in the air, Xiao Ling had already seen the situation on Xiao Tan's side, and accurately found Xiao Tan and Xu Huai Shang in the crowd, so she shouted over there as soon as she landed.

"We're fine." Xu Huai Shang immediately raised her voice and responded to the other party. She also considered that Xiao Tan might not be able to shout easily in his current state, so she replied very quickly.

While they were shouting, another shadow flew out of the Gate of Howls.

"I never thought... there would be such a day..." Samodier flapped the wings on his back and used his basic physical abilities to stay in the sky. "I actually stood on the same side as so many big shots..." His tone was a little strange, and his gaze wandered through the Monster Kingdom's army, quickly catching sight of a few familiar figures, "...on the same side."

Of course, the "big shots" he was talking about mainly referred to... not the people on the ground, but the two behind him.

"Demon Sovereign, please."

"Spirit King, you're too kind..."

Before Ragnarok, such a dialogue might have seemed unbelievable.

But now, the Demon Sovereign was no longer the arrogant Demon Sovereign of the past; and Fuling was no longer the self-willed Netherworld You King of the past...

After two short greetings, the Demon Sovereign, who had been hidden for a long time, and the Spirit King, who had already lost his territory... passed through the Gate of Howls one after another, floating in the sky.

Just as the Redundant Troop Legion was about to launch its final attack, this team of reinforcements from the main universe finally arrived.