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Chapter 463: Chapter 274 Difficulty Doubled_2

They deployed their forces in advance and made preparations for the Blood Moon, standing at the gates of the City of Judgment as the countdown commenced, expectantly watching the horizon.

The sun had set, and the moon had yet to rise, but the edge of the sky was already ablaze with a sickly red glow.

In the temple of the City of Judgment, where the NPC congregated, the sound of prayers drifted up to the heavens, becoming the power of the God of Judgment.

Under the Blood Moon, the monsters’ strength would further increase, but the quality of the items they dropped would significantly improve, some of which could include equipment usually only found in high-level dungeons.

Some of these items might even have additional unique modifiers due to the Blood Moon, undoubtedly making their dungeon runs more interesting and exhilarating.

Finally, the moon rose.

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The Blood Moon was much larger than usual; a millstone-like moon crawled up from the horizon, and atop it, a vast mouth split open, revealing a grotesque smile that stretched to the gums.

The red light, like spilled blood, bathed the entire world, and the dungeons underground swelled under its illumination. Waves of monsters surged out of the dungeons, rushing toward the City of Judgment.

Although they had been informed by the Priest that the Blood Moon would be somewhat terrifying, upon seeing it for themselves, they realized the Priest might not have exaggerated at all.

Under the Blood Moon, all the monsters were a dark crimson color. The mountains swarmed with monsters, flooding through the landscape. Some were even squeezed into the air before hurtling toward the City of Judgment.

Seeing these creatures, Liuzi couldn’t help but exclaim, “Holy shit! How can there be so many!”

Although he was prepared for an assault by tens of millions of monsters, the number before him was likely in the billions, an endless army that drove home the insignificance of a single player.

“Has the Blood Moon always been this intense here?” Liuzi asked, unable to help himself.

“This time it’s actually not too bad,” the Priest next to him said calmly, “But don’t worry, we’ve applied to the God of Judgment for a miracle, and He will help us soon.”

A miracle is a power even more formidable than a blessing; the Gods turn the prayers of the faithful into strength and bestow it upon their Angel Envoys. @@novelbin@@

Suddenly, a beam of light shot up from the temple, and the dazzling white light connected to the God of Judgment watching from above. The God adeptly received the prayers, sending the accumulated Divine Power back to the Angel Envoy on the ground.

Instantly, every player was buffed with a divine blessing from the Gods, and those who used game pods found their strength doubled, with attributes improved across the board, provoking them to charge into the fray, howling as they clashed with the monsters.

In such massive warfare, everyday combat experience was of no use.

Millions of players held their ground on the mandatory paths to the City of Judgment. They were much more powerful than the monsters, but the endless number of foes could make up for the gap in strength and utterly overwhelm the players.

If a player at the front lines held out for ten seconds, it was considered a success; sixty seconds would allow automatic item-picking features to fill one’s inventory; ninety seconds could easily result in a level up; one hundred twenty seconds made one an invincible veteran, and at one hundred eighty seconds, people would ask, “Bro, where did you get that hack from?”

Standing atop the City of Judgment, Liuzi saw the front lines clearly divided into two distinct regions.

Players radiating white light clashed endlessly with monsters glowing red, the flower of flesh and blood blooming in this moment, turning the battlefield into something akin to hell.

Even though what they saw was pixelated, one could still sense the brutality therein.

There was no time for long discussions, so he shouted in the public channel, “Hold the line! Archers, release your arrows! Prepare the flaming oil and pour it down, disregard the other players, drench them all!”

The intense war raged on, and Wang Xiaoying also remained at a high vantage point, recording the scene.

Without the need for any editing, the footage captured was prime material.

The trembling ground, dense rain of arrows, and the unending enemies formed a grand spectacle of war frenzy, the likes of which had never been seen. The footage was so riveting that many potential players exclaimed upon seeing it, “This is it, this is what I’ve been looking for!”

The sounds of weapons colliding echoed incessantly, with heroic scenes visible everywhere.

The monster siege lasted a full hour.

Even with the ability to resurrect quickly, the players’ defensive circle kept shrinking, gradually retreating to the temple.

However, fortunately, the second wave of miracles from the God of Judgment arrived.

Divine Power wandered among the remaining players, and the holy force coursed through their bodies, bringing their strength to greater heights.

Their weapons bore dazzling thunderbolts, and every attack would ignite thunderous tides, blasting hordes of enemies into ash.

The eye-catching effects left Wang Xiaoying, who was recording from the sky, with her mouth agape, also enhancing the spectacle of the video.

Finally, as the blood moon set and the new moon rose, the first Blood Moon event came to an end, leaving the players uttering exhausted yet satisfied sighs.

Players involved in the event just sat down on the ground, commenting on the overlong duration of the activity.

Yet everyone’s backpacks were stuffed with items, and their storages were piled high. Unneeded items could be disassembled for essence, then used to forge new equipment.

You reap what you sow; despite the lengthy process of the event, satisfied with their bountiful harvest, the players decided to give it a five-star rating and would come again.

After bidding each other good night, a large number of players began to log off, preparing to rest properly.

However, just as players were about to tally up their gains, something unexpected happened.

The pristine new moon suddenly turned in the sky, and the ink-dyed heavens were instantaneously replaced with red. The red moon reappeared, its surface bearing an even more ferocious grin, and one could even see thick drool dripping drop by drop from the corners of the moon’s mouth.

In the next second, monsters that had gone quiet earlier now emerged from the dungeons once more.

The monsters from before were merely frenzied, but this time they had become somewhat bizarre.

They merged in twos and threes into one entity; their strange fusion made these monsters even more terrifying and freakish, and their combination did not weaken them but, rather, enhanced their attributes in a dangerous overlay.

A tree laden with hands raced across the ground, a centipede with numerous wings danced in the air, and new monsters charged toward the City of Judgment, launching a fresh assault.

In comparison to the freshly unified monsters, the number of players had diminished to one-fourth. The remaining players could hardly put up a fight, and at first contact, the entire frontline began to collapse.

Seeing this, the priests in the temple turned pale, unable to help saying, “How is it possible for the blood moon to appear twice, what is going on? How could this happen?”

“Has this happened before?” Liuzi asked curiously.

“Yes, the outcome last time was too horrific to describe. No one survived, and the entire City of Judgment fell—all that was left were ruins.”

The priest, looking ghastly, took a deep breath and said to Liuzi, “We can’t escape. I’m going to pray.”

Watching the priest leave, Liuzi muttered to himself, “Double the difficulty, huh? I knew it wouldn’t be that easy.”

This wave’s difficulty was, indeed, somewhat perverse compared to the last.

The amplified attributes of the fused monsters, in the face of such dreadful opponents, left the players at their current level utterly helpless; the City of Judgment was on the verge of being laid to waste under this onslaught.

The commotion outside naturally grabbed the attention of the NPCs inside the temple.

The second coming of the blood moon was already a terrible omen, and those monstrous creatures outside exacerbated the oppressive atmosphere inside the temple to the extreme.

Thousands of NPCs had already prepared to sacrifice themselves, but soon, they saw an Angel Envoy appear at the temple entrance. One envoy raised a hand high, asking loudly, “Who among you is willing to be our equipment? Being equipped would allow you to quickly leave this place.”

After a moment of silence, an NPC, skeptical but hopeful, raised a hand, “I’m willing.”

Less than fifteen minutes later, the temple fell, all the Angel Envoys were torn to shreds, and the entire City of Judgment lay in ruins under the blood moon.

But confusingly, the number of citizens who fell victim this time was zero.