MMORPG: Divine Mech Hunter
Chapter 1561: Tremor

Chapter 1561: Chapter 1561: Tremor

"I’ll find the core as soon as possible, but dispersing his fog is no easy task." Li Yao’s eyes burned with light, like two flaming torches.

Any player who met his gaze felt as though all their secrets had been laid bare—and, in truth, they weren’t far off. With Li Yao’s current spiritual power, activating his Divine Eye allowed him to see through any layer he desired. Only, Li Yao didn’t indulge in such perverse habits, especially not at a time like this.

Li Yao utilized his Divine Eye and his relentless attacks to probe the location of the Faceless Apostle’s energy core but still couldn’t find it.

Because such an energy core was akin to the neck of a humanoid lifeform, and correspondingly like the weak point of a Golden Bell Cover—a fatal vulnerability. Only by locating the energy core could the Faceless Apostle be quickly defeated. Otherwise, it would be nearly impossible to kill this monstrous being amidst a crowd, especially one whose recovery speed allowed it to absorb and store blood essence.

"I’ll deploy one of the Dream’s Secret techniques I’ve mastered, but once I activate the technique, I won’t be able to cast any supportive spells for five minutes."

The Green Dragon Princess spoke as she beat her wings, whipping up fierce gales that blew away the streams of green blood and toxic mist coming her way. She dared not let even the slightest bit touch her.

She clashed claws against her enemy—a direct confrontation that left her claws mildly corroded. Even this resistance was thanks to the natural hardness of dragon claws; the damage to other parts of her body would have been much more severe. No part of this creature could be safely touched.

The Ancient God World boasted many troop types, with three primary forces serving as trump cards: the Worm Tribe, the Faceless Remorseless, and the Mutated Army.

The Worm Tribe relied on its extraordinary vitality and infinite numbers to overwhelm opponents. Its capacity for rapid mass production made it the primary force, as well as the primary cannon fodder.

The Mutated Army, on the other hand, operated as a specialized legion that assisted in major battles. The mutations in this force were anything but minor.

In fact, mutations were especially common among creatures in the Ancient God World. For instance, the Trolls of yore, living by the Eternal Well’s edge, were gradually transformed into Elves due to the constant influx of energy.

Elves themselves, having undergone countless millennia of energy shifts, evolved differently based on proximity to the Eternal Well. Those closest to the Well became Upper Elves and eventually High Elves, while those furthest from its influence embraced the path of nature, evolving into the nature-attuned Ancient Elves.

Meanwhile, those dragged into the abyssal seas were twisted by the Ancient Gods, using the Abyss Demon Snake as a blueprint to create the Deep Sea Naga. Similarly, unique energy transformations gave rise to Harpies, while underground world dwellers were reshaped by the Spider God, turning into corrupted Elves. Mutations were endless.

But these so-called mutations were merely basic attribute changes.

The Ancient Gods’ Mutated Army, however, was grotesque, hideous, and uncontrollable—an aberration of epic proportions. This army was so eerie that sightings of it had become rare.

The Faceless beings and Remorseless Army were the controlled derivatives of these uncontrollable mutations.

Take the Faceless beings for example: they possessed tenacious vitality, extraordinary regeneration, and no discernible weaknesses. Their bodies were akin to walking toxic tumors.

Their corrosive blood and poisonous gases inflicted devastating effects on enemies, making them far deadlier than poisonous humans—true monstrous terrors.

Even the Green Dragon Princess felt their influence. As for the current players, once they were corroded, their only options were to spam healing spells to endure until the corrosion passed. Those who couldn’t sustain themselves ended up dead. There was no way to cleanse the corrosion, and surviving it was a rarity in itself.

Simply relying on Li Yao’s attacks to probe the energy core seemed unrealistic. Breaking through the protective Poison Fog was necessary.

Not just to help the players deal damage to the Faceless Apostle—the damage itself was secondary—but to allow Li Yao to locate the true core.

"Five minutes? That’s fine. If we’re careful, it should be manageable." Li Yao’s mind whirled with analysis as he continued attacking and searching for the core.

"Dream Burst!"

Pop...

The sound wasn’t loud, but it echoed deeply, as if resonating from the very depths of everyone’s hearts. It felt like they had suddenly been jolted awake from a dream, their minds experiencing a momentary disorientation.

Centered on the Green Dragon Princess, within a fifteen-thousand-meter radius, everyone—regardless of their strength—froze for a fleeting instant as though they had just awoken from a dream.

Even the Faceless Apostle was no exception. Its wildly writhing tentacles and sprays of corrosive fluid paused momentarily.

"Shock!"

The Green Dragon Princess’ eyes focused into two pinpoints, and a green bead no larger than a fingertip burst forth from the body of the Faceless Apostle.

The explosive energy rapidly resonated outward, dispersing the mist surrounding the Faceless Apostle. It threw its head back in a silent scream, but the Green Dragon Princess’ spell wasn’t so easily countered. Though mist began emanating from its body once more, it could no longer re-form into a protective layer, dissipating instead as faint strands of smoke.

It was akin to a dream from which one had awakened—trying to fall back asleep and return to that same dream was nearly impossible.

The Green Dragon Princess felt the cost of her spell; weakness flickered in her eyes, and her aura diminished momentarily.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

Players realized their attacks could finally land on the Faceless Apostle’s body, though this wasn’t entirely a good thing.

When attacks hit the Faceless Apostle, its body’s shell was of moderate hardness, with every wound spraying corrosive fluid in return. More players screamed as they were hit by the splatter and fled from the battlefield.

Melee players were effectively wiped out, as those without corrosion-resistant gear found themselves courting death if they engaged in close combat.

The corrosive fluid was one thing, but the sheer force of the tentacles—which could twist current-phase defensive equipment into unrecognizable shapes—was deterrent enough to keep melee fighters at bay.

Li Yao and the Green Dragon Princess found their situation increasingly dangerous. The Green Dragon’s momentary weakness didn’t escape some opportunistic eyes. Certain individuals were fixated on taking Li Yao down, hoping to eliminate him entirely.

They bet their chances on Li Yao refusing to abandon the effort to contain and attack the Faceless Apostle.

But Li Yao was done holding back. He shifted his focus to eliminating hostile players in his vicinity while keeping his main attention on the Faceless Apostle. Meanwhile, the players’ densely packed attacks continued to strike the Apostle, feeding massive amounts of data into Li Yao’s mind.

Elsewhere, the other two battlefields were in stalemates as well. The Demon Marshal began unleashing its rage, suppressing three player generals and leaving them scrambling defensively. Thankfully, some bold players initiated assaults, creating a buffer zone to slightly ease the pressure on the three.

The battlefield with the Demon Maw mirrored Li Yao’s situation—locked in deadlock. The Demon Maw was a species of elite guard uniquely crafted by Yogg-Saron, astonishingly powerful.

These monstrous throat-like tentacles were far more terrifying than regular tentacles. Their resilience and elasticity were unparalleled, with only the Werewolf’s claws capable of severing them.

All other players stood no chance. The tentacles, resembling giant pythons, could devour anything. Once consumed and trapped, only the Werewolf leader stood a chance of freeing himself. All other victims could only struggle briefly before being killed by digestive fluids.

What’s worse, the consumed matter fueled the Demon Maw’s already nightmarish regeneration rate. As the battle continued, the Maw grew larger, spawning more tentacles. The Werewolf general roared with fury, cursing the inefficiency of the other players...