Amidst the cloud-shrouded, sky-piercing colossal peak, countless warriors, clad in various battle armors and wielding weapons, charged forward in waves.
At the very center of the peak's summit, a mythical divine dragon, a creature only found in legends, rampaged across the battlefield. This winged dragon, monstrous and sharp-edged, let out a furious roar from its ravenous maw, its might dominating the world. It was a dragon, an Yinglong!
With each swing of its incredibly sharp claws, the warriors in front of it were torn apart like tofu, turning into a bloody rain.
This Yinglong was massive, its power surging!
Its blood-red dragon eyes, the size of millstones, flickered with malevolent glints, as if filled with endless rage, staring intently at the two figures before it.
The two figures were burly and tall, their muscles like coiled dragons, appearing incredibly powerful. Both stood around two hundred centimeters tall, enveloped in a glowing aura, wielding divine weapons, and clad in exquisite, rather mysterious armor.
Despite their immense size, their bodies were already stained with blood, countless tiny wounds oozing. Though gruesome, the dragon's might surrounding the Yinglong remained palpable, causing the warriors' weapon swings to move as if through water, slowed down several times over.
This was a domain, the Yinglong's domain!
And the sky-piercing colossal peak was the Yinglong's lair!
The blood-stained sky, the battlefield strewn with severed limbs, the neighing of warhorses, and the cries of agony everywhere – even the gentle breeze sweeping across the sky carried a thick scent of blood, as if it were hell on earth.
Yet, the people on the battlefield paid no heed to these horrors, still charging forward fearlessly. Some warriors rode horses, swinging their spears and halberds, others advanced slowly on foot, archers fired arrows from a distance, and shield-bearers held up their tattered shields at the front… The intensity of the battle seemed inconsequential to every soldier, as if they were all simply rushing to their deaths.
Lin Mu was one of the members participating in the raid on this super boss.
Leading some of his territory's soldiers to tackle this transcendent boss was also a matter of some helplessness.
He still had many fond memories of his former guild. Many friends had been very kind to him. After leaving the company's guild, he became self-reliant, establishing a small lord's domain. Although he couldn't become a regional feudal lord, he was quite impressive within his territory, unlike adventurous players who wandered the world.
A month ago, a familiar person approached Lin Mu, hoping he could send troops to help her faction raid the biggest boss on Yinglong Peak—the Yinglong.
She was a semi-childhood friend, having joined the company many years ago, and it was thanks to her that he had remained safe from the covetous eyes of those wolves and tigers.
Over the years, many things had happened, some bitter and helpless, others joyful, not to be easily spoken of.
Many people still looked out for him after he left the guild. If he could do something within his power for her, he would. Moreover, raiding this great boss was also an honor!
As a well-known great lord in the county city near Yinglong Peak, he thought he understood this boss well. However, when he officially started raiding the Yinglong, the cruel reality shattered his ambitions completely.
It was like a colossal mountain, impossible to climb, impossible to conquer, and killing it felt like a mere daydream.
But where there's a will, there's a way. After two super historical generals were deployed, coupled with the players' reckless charges, and using the treasures behind the boss as a distraction, the results were already becoming apparent.
Looking at those high-ranking generals and strategists, Lin Mu sighed inwardly.
Behind the massive Yinglong's body was its lair, where countless treasures gleamed with a fatally attractive light.
Humans are greedy. Tempted by countless treasures, they treated their lives as mere weeds, mowed down again and again.
Lin Mu's position on the battlefield was on the east side of the Yinglong's body. Although the treasures in the lair were relatively far, his cultivation had reached a certain level, allowing him to see quite a distance. While he couldn't take in all the treasures in the lair, the most striking sight in the center of the lair was a golden, dragon-shaped mysterious entity floating in mid-air, moving about—it was a token.
Lin Mu recalled a legend: in ancient times, there was a divine-grade village-building token that could create supreme territories.
It was said that the imperial city of the Han Dynasty was established using a divine-grade village-building token.
For some reason, an impulse surged in Lin Mu's heart: "This is a divine-grade City Heart, a village-building token for establishing a divine-grade village! I must get it! Get it!"
An inexplicable temptation suddenly filled Lin Mu's heart, thoughts continuously bubbling up, as if his very soul was being enticed.
As a newly re-established lord, Lin Mu had researched many secrets, much of the history and legends of the mythical world.
Lin Mu stood still for a moment, suppressing his emotions. Instead of charging madly like other players, he instructed his subordinate archers to attack the boss.
"Mythical World" was an incredibly mysterious, suddenly emerging virtual online game.
Rumor had it that its virtual reality reached the legendary 100%... quite mysterious.
Initially, many people didn't believe it, but as time passed, players gradually discovered many secrets, and a magnificent world unfolded before everyone.
Now, many people were frantically entering this game, and Lin Mu, who had been in the mix for many years, also knew many secrets.
Lin Mu was now a specialized lord player, farming, training soldiers, building cities, developing his influence... while also dreaming of killing bosses to get divine artifacts and treasures.
The death penalty in "Mythical World," after several system updates, had become extremely brutal.
Upon death, players would pass through the Underworld Reincarnation Hall, becoming a blank slate. Levels, skills, backpack items, and so on, would all vanish. They could only purchase their previous levels, skills, or items from the Reincarnation Hall using gold coins or other items. Of course, the cost was enough to drive people mad. Countless players had complained and protested countless times, but it was all in vain; the system remained unchanged.
Dying once was like losing everything once. This setting meant that one death could send you back to square one.
Yet, even with the cruel death penalty hanging over them like a sharp sword, they, as a natural disaster, still charged forward relentlessly to engage the Yinglong in close combat. Only they could weigh the gains and losses in their hearts.
Lin Mu knew how abnormal this overlord of Yinglong Peak was, and he understood the difficulty of raiding it. If it weren't for the two super generals, he would have definitely backed out.
On the land of Shenzhou, what did it matter if players were as numerous as cattle? They couldn't act like ants breaking a dam. A transcendent tiger general capable of fighting ten thousand men could make a massive force retreat; this was common!
In the Mythical World, quantity didn't fully solve the problem!
...The sun set, the sun rose, rising and falling. He didn't know how much time had passed, but Lin Mu's territory's military strength had been completely depleted, as had the ordinary troops of other factions.
The noisy peak had become terrifyingly silent.
The battle was incredibly brutal. His stamina was already in the red, his body was exhausted, his hands were trembling, and his weapons and equipment were damaged, with their durability flashing red.
The blood on his body had congealed into clumps, messy and foul-smelling.
Lin Mu didn't know how many times he had dodged fatal damage, nor did he know how many elixirs and food items he had consumed. In short, he ate when hungry and took recovery elixirs when his stamina ran out... Finally, in this life-and-death struggle, the battlefield changed... The colossal creature in the center of the battlefield was already on its last breath, and one of the two super general figures was gone, leaving only one burly figure leaning on a weapon, panting heavily.
Lin Mu stared intently at this burly general, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.
After countless sacrifices, this boss was finally defeated.
"Ding!" A pleasant system notification soothed his blood-stained ears.
"—System Notification: Lord Lin Mu, after endless hardship, you have achieved victory in the 187th battle, gaining +18700 reputation, +5 combat power, +100 leadership, and +1 strength."
The system notification sounded as usual. As a commander, there would be system rewards after a battle victory, but Lin Mu remained calm.
Lin Mu turned to look at the familiar elegant figure, smiling slightly. He was very much looking forward to seeing the attributes of that mysterious token.
Few players remained on the battlefield, mostly her family's elite subordinates. His own side was completely empty; they had all sacrificed themselves. Many factions had made enormous sacrifices to raid this boss.
The wealth he possessed was insufficient to revive them, so they would have to start from scratch. However, he would slowly compensate them; he had that confidence.
Additionally, Lin Mu knew that someone was secretly poaching his subordinates. He heard that many players had already secretly switched allegiances.
Lin Mu didn't blame them... Different paths, different aspirations! People strive for higher ground, water flows to lower ground! These were very simple truths.
Perhaps in the eyes of some, he was just a subordinate, cannon fodder, a persistent individual, a small lord tucked away in a corner... After killing the boss, it was time for the most exciting part: dividing the spoils—no, dividing the boss's drops and the treasures it guarded... Lin Mu, however, felt no such excitement. This time, he was merely a drop in the ocean among the various cannon fodder, insignificant in the eyes of some. He didn't care about the so-called division of spoils. Participating in such a glorious battle was, for him, an experience and a gain.
A gain of 1 point in strength was already good!
His territory's power was very weak across the entire Huaxia. It developed slowly, cautiously, and was considered insignificant by some.
"Today, thank you all for your full support. After the spoils of war are tallied, this general will surely reward you handsomely! I hope to compensate for everyone's losses today." A familiar voice reached him.
Lin Mu smiled calmly. Well, compensation was good; it would be foolish not to accept it.
The heroic figure collected the boss's drops into her treasure ring, then, along with the others, entered the coveted lair.
Lin Mu didn't follow them in; he simply walked closer to the massive, mountain-like corpse of the Yinglong.
All the items dropped by the Yinglong after its death had been collected, and even the Yinglong's corpse had been harvested until only bones remained.
Lin Mu didn't move to collect anything; he just gazed at it quietly, as if releasing a certain obsession in his heart, a relaxed expression slowly appearing on his face.
Looking at the Yinglong's remains, Lin Mu's heart was filled with endless emotion: weakness is a sin, for you and for me!
Looking at it, Lin Mu couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, and he sat down cross-legged.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Lin Mu suddenly saw a beam of light.
"Hmm, what's that?" Suddenly, the gigantic skeleton transformed into a light silhouette, slowly condensing into a thumb-sized elixir, floating in the air, incredibly mysterious.
Lin Mu was startled by this sudden change.
He walked over excitedly, reached out, and took the elixir in his hand, utterly astonished.
It must be something good. He felt his trip had not been in vain. He put it into his backpack.
"What treasure are you holding? Hand it over immediately!" An annoying, familiar, effeminate voice sounded behind Lin Mu.
Lin Mu glanced sideways. It was an acquaintance. This guy was a core player from Lin Mu's former company guild, a Xuan-rank general, with whom he had some grievances, and he was also a lackey for certain people.
"What treasure is it to you! Get lost!" Lin Mu was already feeling a bit down, and seeing this trash made his mood even worse. His tone lacked its usual calmness.
"You traitor! If it weren't for the boss telling us not to bother you, you'd have died countless times already! You still haven't gotten rid of your thieving habits. Luckily, the guild expelled you, otherwise, you'd be a rotten apple, ruining our reputation!" The general's voice was sinister and grating.
"Hmph, whether my hands are clean or not is not for someone who slanders and frames others to judge. You are not worthy to speak to me, get lost!" Lin Mu detested this undeserving, incredibly hypocritical person, as if they were born enemies, completely incompatible.
Lin Mu turned to leave. His goal had already been achieved, and he felt that the item he had just acquired was very mysterious, so he wanted to go back and study it quickly.
He wouldn't reach out for those other treasures, not even divine artifacts; he didn't care for them.
However, what was in his hands, he would not hand over, and she wouldn't demand it either.
As for these hypocrites, they were just strangers. Lin Mu wasn't afraid; he just didn't want to be bothered.
"Hehe, I couldn't beat you before, but now you're heavily wounded and low on stamina. Killing you is like slaughtering a dog. Go to hell!" After Lin Mu turned around, the man muttered while suddenly thrusting his smooth, sharp rapier. The rapier pierced through Lin Mu's back and out his chest. Blood gushed out, soaking his tattered breastplate. He had unexpectedly launched a cowardly sneak attack from behind.
But given his character, he was capable of anything.
Lin Mu, unable to support himself, half-knelt on the ground.
"You lucky bastard, you killed me once before and made me spend half my assets. Now I've finally got my revenge, haha, you have your day too! What eighteen divine generals? Just fleeting clouds, hmph, a mere ant. If it weren't for the boss's restraint, you'd have died a thousand times over. This sword strike finally avenges the hatred in my heart..."
Lin Mu said nothing. He calmly turned around, lightly raised the long spear in his hand, whose blade was chipped, gave a disdainful smile, and then, with a sudden movement, Lin Mu threw it fiercely. The black long spear transformed into a streak of light, piercing into the man's chest like lightning.
Lin Mu's movements were clean and swift, all in one go. The man had no chance to dodge.
"You, you..." His life force fading faster than Lin Mu's, he stammered, trying to speak, but had no chance. He collapsed to the ground, unwilling, his life completely extinguished. His wide-open eyes were quite terrifying.
"What happened? Quick, use this Earth Soul Talisman!" An anxious voice sounded in Lin Mu's ears, but Lin Mu, whose consciousness was blurring, couldn't hear clearly.
He didn't know what happened next. Lin Mu's eyes were unfocused, everything blurred. Was he finally going to die?
In a daze, Lin Mu seemed to hear a sigh.
From the game's launch until now, he had never died once.
Lin Mu had often heard about the terror of the Reincarnation Hall, but with his skills (and cautiousness), he had never died once since "Mythical World" began. This time, he was finally going to die... "Ding!"
"—System Notification: Lord Lin Mu, you have died. Your soul is returning to the Underworld Reincarnation Hall. A 【Rebirth Elixir】 has been detected in your spatial backpack. Do you wish to use it?"
Huh, he didn't seem to have ever obtained a valuable resurrection elixir. How could he suddenly have this? Lin Mu was puzzled.
Could it be that mysterious elixir?
Lin Mu remembered the elixir that the Yinglong's skeleton had suddenly transformed into. It was incredibly mysterious and must have an extraordinary effect. He hadn't expected it to be a resurrection elixir. He should not suffer any losses after being revived!
In his experience, this elixir should be one of the legendary rare items that could exempt one from the penalties of the cycle of death and rebirth.
Every cause has its effect, and he hadn't expected to be so fortunate as to obtain such an elixir.
In his hazy state, he silently thought: "Use!"
Suddenly, he seemed to see the elixir emit endless chaotic light, enveloping him. He felt incredibly comfortable, as if bathing in the warm sunshine.
He seemed to forget all pain and joy, falling into a deep slumber!
He felt as if he had transformed into a small boat, drifting on a mysterious river... In a haze, Lin Mu seemed to hear familiar system notifications, but the specific contents were all blurry... ====================
This is my first time writing a book, so please forgive any shortcomings! This book is about conquest, and the protagonist will recruit beautiful historical figures from the Three Kingdoms! I hope everyone can cast some recommendation votes and add the book to their bookshelves for collection. These are very important for a new book. Thank you very much! ~
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