After forming a team, their individual private zones were merged into a shared private zone for the team. The private zone owned by Nagase Taku and his small team was not large.
It was estimated to be around 400 square meters.
But it was enough for the six players, including Nagase Taku, to move around freely and relax.
Each person had a private room, absolutely soundproof; even if a grenade was tested inside, there would be no sound outside.
Nagase Taku and the fitness man paced back and forth in the living room of their private zone.
Analyzing the mysterious player and the forces behind them. This private zone was their exclusive space, and outsiders were not allowed to enter without the team's permission.
And their rooms were private; even team members could not enter without their permission. They could speak freely here without any worries. The private zone also served many purposes.
Besides allowing them to rest, it could also store items.
Items not allowed to be taken into reality would be stored here, with no risk of loss.
If the body was injured, it could be repaired here by spending some reincarnation points.
Strengthening the body, exchanging official items, and so on, could all be done in the private zone.
At one end of the private zone, there was a door.
Pushing the door open led to the public zone, which was very convenient. This was also a small benefit that the Reincarnation Game provided to players. The news brought back by the fitness man shocked everyone.
What was the background of that mysterious player who entered the game with them, capable of causing such a huge stir?
Not only did they attack the creator behind the City of Distortion, but they also alarmed the administrators of the Reincarnation Space.
However, the information they had was too limited.
No matter how they speculated, they couldn't get an answer. The only thing that could be confirmed was that a great storm was coming.
No one could stand aside.
Even the administrators, who only existed in legends, were forced to appear.
It was hard to imagine how severe this crisis truly was.
"I'll go check again," Nagase Taku said.
Opening the door, Nagase Taku saw a gigantic platform and countless buildings in the distance. The exit was on a platform of a huge city.
Nagase Taku stepped out. The door behind him gradually became transparent and finally disappeared.
With just a thought, he could make the door reappear.
He was on a giant platform.
It was comparable to four or five football fields combined.
Portals would often appear in the air, then open, and players would emerge from them.
After the players left, the portals would disappear.
Some players would also walk over, and when they reached out, a portal would appear, and after entering, the portal would disappear again. The private zones of solo players were usually accessed from here. They couldn't appear and disappear anywhere in the Reincarnation Space at will. They had to appear and return at designated locations.
Nagase Taku glanced at the bustling players.
He directly walked along the elevated bridge connecting the platform. The city was enormous, with no end in sight.
Many buildings had extremely artistic designs, soaring into the clouds. The elevated bridges were grand and magnificent, like giant snakes weaving through the city, establishing a complete transportation network.
Various oddly shaped vehicles sped along those roads. There were ferocious beasts from primeval mythical worlds, and also high-tech hovercars.
Punk chariots that spewed fire when they ran, and old-fashioned buses painted with various patterns.
Nagase Taku estimated the number of players. The scale was far beyond his imagination.
But it was normal to think about it; the Reincarnation Game had been running for an unknown period.
Even with a high mortality rate, years of accumulation had led to a vast number of players. Trading venues were inside various buildings. Those buildings belonged to major factions and organizations, selling information and various items. Trading was the most important source of items besides the official channels.
Walking down the elevated bridge, a faint pungent smell of blood could be detected.
Previously, a monster had intruded into the Reincarnation Space.
Someone, for unknown reasons, directly sent it among unprepared players.
Causing a large number of casualties.
Some unlucky people were killed.
Even their souls were devoured. Those with enough reincarnation points were revived, while the poor ones were simply gone.
Even though the corpses and bloodstains had been cleaned several times, the smell of blood could still be faintly detected.
Nagase Taku had some suspicions that the mysterious player was behind it.
Because that monster looked familiar; it was one of the monsters from the mysterious domain that had besieged them. The opponent had not entered the Reincarnation Space again, but a monster had.
It was clear that the opponent had used this method to bypass the teleportation. The monster's killing speed was very fast, and a large number of players died before several high-level players barely managed to kill and banish it.
When Nagase Taku and his group exchanged their rewards, established contact, and decided to form a team, the chaos had already ended when they entered the public area.
Unexpectedly, after several hours, the smell of blood had not dissipated.
After crossing the elevated bridge, Nagase Taku entered a bar.
It was bustling with activity, full of players.
Men and women, all sorts of people were there.
Even a few people who were publicly playing crazy games, causing themselves to foam at the mouth, roll their eyes, and have weak legs, could be seen. Those active here were solo players who had not yet joined a faction or had not been able to form one. Their information was very well-informed. They were well aware of the conflicts between various factions.
After all, as solo players, knowing who to provoke and who not to provoke was very important. The Reincarnation Game was full of dangers; if they could provoke someone, they would naturally take advantage of them.
Better to die a friend than a pauper.
If they couldn't afford to provoke someone, they would avoid them if possible and try not to fall out.
If there was absolutely no choice, they would try to leave no traces to avoid retaliation later.
Nagase Taku had obtained a lot of information from these solo players.
He wanted to try again to see if he could hear any other news.
In the tavern, there were noticeably more people drinking today.
Nagase Taku casually ordered some drinks and sat there listening to the conversations of those guys, to see if there was any information he needed.
"I heard something big is going to happen. The Fanatics might have already attacked. When the Snow Wolf Guild was clearing a mythical dungeon, it was temporarily interrupted. Those Fanatics directly broke in, and even the dungeon barrier shattered. The mastermind behind the dungeon was killed, and the Snow Wolf Guild suffered heavy casualties. Only the guild leader and seven or eight strong individuals escaped, and they were all wounded, looking utterly miserable."
"What is the background of those Fanatics? Are they that terrifying? Can they even kill game masterminds?"
"No one knows, but a lot of people died. Dungeon masterminds, gods, or players, anyone who encounters the Fanatics faces a dead end."
"I heard it's even worse on the alien side. Some players were given a mission to investigate the fallen zone, and they all died. Those Fanatics carried out a complete massacre. Cities and dungeons were destroyed, and even ordinary creatures living in those worlds were slaughtered. All you could see were corpses, and even the sewers were clogged with blood, it was terrifying."
"We need to escape quickly, level up to high-tier, then leave our native world and escape to other worlds."
"Alas, we players are like duckweed; a single storm is enough to bury us."
Nagase Taku silently drank his wine, listening to the words of the drinkers.
From their words, he glimpsed a terrifying storm brewing, engulfing everyone.
No matter how powerful, in this storm, they were nothing more than ants, like duckweed.
Nagase Taku sat for a long time, but received no new information.
He only got the already known news of the Fanatics' invasion, the administrators' deployment, and the major factions planning to unite.
He also unexpectedly learned that several dungeon worlds had been destroyed by the Fanatics.
Currently, the only thing that could be confirmed was that the mysterious player was also a member of the Fanatics.
As he was leaving, Nagase Taku saw the other party put on a uniform with a double-headed eagle emblem. The double-headed eagle emblem was the symbol of the Fanatics. They were like eagles, aggressive, always fond of destroying everything.
Nagase Taku stood up and left the bar.
He had originally intended to return directly to the private zone and go back to reality with his teammates first.
Just as he reached the edge of the platform, he unexpectedly heard the sound of war drums. The war drums were incredibly powerful, giving people a surge of excitement. This was followed by exclamations of surprise.
He followed the gazes of those exclamations and saw terrifying giant beasts and warships soaring across the sky, one after another.
A giant turtle, like a black mountain, was closest to Nagase Taku. That giant turtle floated in the sky, like a floating island.
Its enormous body blocked the light, casting large shadows on the ground.
Nagase Taku watched all of this, dumbfounded. The view from the platform was not good.
He couldn't see what was on the turtle's back, only its belly. The belly had thick, heavily adorned plates covered with complex runes.
Just those rune-covered plates were over two thousand meters long and six or seven hundred meters wide.
Even more terrifying, the turtle's back was over eight hundred meters high.
Its eyes were like blood moons, glowing with a ruby luster.
Such a giant beast could probably shatter an aircraft carrier with a single blow.
Human hot weapons hitting its body would probably not even leave a white mark.
Nagase Taku had undergone enhancements, and his eyesight and physical strength had been greatly improved.
He could vaguely see people on the giant turtle. They were enveloped in a misty white aura, making their appearance unclear. Their demeanor was graceful and otherworldly; just from their aura, they were definitely handsome. The individual stood on the giant turtle, exuding an aura of disdain for all living beings.
Clearly, they were a high-level player.
"That's an administrator; every one of them is a high-level player."
A voice nearby answered Nagase Taku's confusion.
Nagase Taku turned around and saw a pure and beautiful girl, who was talking to another girl beside her.
When his gaze fell on her face, Nagase Taku's eyes showed admiration. The girl was very beautiful, seemingly young, but well-proportioned with a good figure.
Her face was full of collagen, soft and tender, making one want to take a bite and feed her some fresh milk.
Nagase Taku learned from the girl that the person standing on the giant turtle was an administrator. Their appearance clearly indicated an unparalleled, invincible strong person.
"He looks so handsome," another girl said, somewhat infatuated.
No sooner had she spoken than a tremendous roar erupted. The sky was torn apart, and a terrifying rift appeared above the city.
Beams of light rushed out from the rift, causing deafening explosions when they hit the ground.
Visible giant airwaves swept out in all directions from the explosion points.
Mushroom clouds soaring into the sky rose in various parts of the Reincarnation Space, and the dazzling strong light was as impossible to look at directly as the midday sun. The majestic buildings trembled from the explosions, finally collapsing as if made of sand. I
Countless roars and alarm sounds echoed throughout the sky.
**Alarm!**
**Alarm!**
All players in the Reincarnation Space saw their dormant Reincarnation Game panel pop up.
A dark blue light screen.
**Emergency mission released, Reincarnation Space invaded, please timely */*/*/*//.**
The mission was not yet fully displayed when garbled text appeared.
It was clearly being interfered with by some force.
"What happened?"
"Run, the Fanatics are here."
Terrified screams echoed through the city filled with miracles. The players were all fleeing.
In this war beyond their comprehension, even with unique items, they were just pitiful ants easily wiped out by artillery fire.
Fire meteors appeared in the sky, trailing their fiery tails as they crashed into the ground.
Beams of light spanned across the heavens and the earth.
Giant steel beasts emerged from the light beams. They were armored giants of astonishing scale.
Over a hundred meters tall.
Covered in gleaming metal carapaces, their streamlined bodies contained divine power unimaginable to mortals.
A double-headed eagle emblem was carved on their chests. They held giant spears covered in electric arcs in one hand, while the other hand gathered light, firing destructive beams that utterly annihilated everything in their path.
Missiles with trails shot out from behind them.
Landing in the massive Reincarnation City, these missiles, containing antimatter and spacetime waves, instantly obliterated everything in the hit area, disintegrating them into their most basic atoms. Thunderous roars unleashed the invaders' overwhelming killing intent.
They were gods of war, born for war. The magnificent, intricate elevated bridges and roads were destroyed. The Fanatics carelessly destroyed the city, unleashing their power to destroy everything at will.
Where those behemoths passed, they created a path of death. The city was burning, and thick black smoke rose, engulfing the entire world. Thousands of players scattered and fled before those behemoths, like ants facing a charging herd of cattle.
Some players also tried to fight back.
But their skills and items, when used, couldn't even shake the enemy's shields. Those steel giants were the vanguard, followed closely by soldiers shouting fanatical slogans. They were numerous, all wearing high-tech protective armor.
As they advanced, they erected energy shields.
No matter how players' items and skills attacked, they could only leave spreading ripples on the shields, unable to completely destroy them. They were responsible for cleaning up the stragglers from the destructive onslaught of those steel creations.
Various battle cries filled with bloodlust echoed in the ruins. The giant turtle and the administrator, along with other high-level players, jointly launched a counterattack against the enemy.
However, they were torn apart by the high-speed fighter jets, and high-level players, along with flying mutated beasts and metal debris, rained down like a torrent.
One fighter jet in the sky transformed into a streamlined, humanoid steel behemoth.
It grabbed the giant turtle's head and slammed it forcefully into the ground.
Smashing through several buildings. Then, a giant spear extended, impaling the beast.
Accompanied by a piercing shriek, the giant turtle was dismembered alive. The administrator was also hit, falling from the sky like a wisp of cotton.
Landing near a large piece of the giant turtle's remains.
A cannonball struck a building several hundred meters away from Nagase Taku. That circular building, shaped like a slender waist, was the base of a large faction, but now it was completely destroyed. The shockwave from the massive explosion shattered glass and ceramic decorations.
Even Nagase Taku's area was affected.
Rolling flames and black smoke billowed upwards. The 'slender waist' building collapsed silently, sending a large amount of debris flying. The impact force of the large fragments was terrifying.
One of them struck the building Nagase Taku was in, grazing just a few meters from him. The entire building was pierced through. That pretty girl from earlier was simply gone.
All that remained were bloodstains on the gouged-out floor.
Her entire body had been obliterated by the high-speed flying debris.
Coming to his senses, Nagase Taku, terrified, turned and ran.
He opened the entrance to the private area and rushed inside.
But the private area wasn't safe either; terrifying cracks appeared on the white walls.
Eerie light burst forth from within, accompanied by countless screams.
"You're back? What's happening outside?" The gym guy and others all had pale faces.
"Return to our original world immediately," Nagase Taku said. "Those fanatics have attacked, and the administrators of the Reincarnation Game might not be able to stop them."
Upon hearing this, the already pale faces of the gym guy and the others turned even more ghastly.
If even the Reincarnation Space could be breached, what kind of background did that mysterious player have?
Celestine stood in the air, watching as the Reincarnation Space was engulfed by a sea of flames.
Players either died or fled. They were like ants, mercilessly crushed by the Imperium's massive war machine. Titans opened paths through the city.
Using their Titan-class weapons and power weapons, they destroyed all obstacles in their path.
Many players died under the Titans' assault. They also tried to counterattack.
But their power was too small and not concentrated enough, unable to even ripple the Titans' shields.
Some high-level players saw her.
And quickly realized she was a high-ranking general.
With white wings on her back and golden armor different from other fanatics.
It was clear she was no ordinary character. They roared in anger and collectively launched an attack on her.
Hundreds of items were activated by those players.
Strange lights emerged, striking Celestine at speeds imperceptible to the naked eye.
But they were all blocked by the shimmering barrier that appeared on Celestine's armor.
Her wings flapped powerfully, lifting her into the air. The longsword in her hand ignited with flames.
"In His name, I grant you death."
Celestine chanted a hymn.
She wielded her holy sword with elegant yet devastating movements. The sharp blade cut through the air, leaving a trail of fire, slicing through all the players' defensive items. The sword's momentum was unstoppable. Those players' eyes widened, then they were cut in half and fell from the sky.
No player was her match.
A few seconds later, all the players who had tried to collectively kill her were sliced in half.
"Die, fanatic!"
Along with the voice came a beam of light blocked by a protective shield.
Celestine looked at the trembling player, "Foolish lost one, you foolishly fight for the daemons who enslave you."
"Liar!" The player's body trembled, but he still shouted, "You killed my friends."
"Alice's Scissors."
He shouted the item's name, intending to attack again.
But Celestine simply raised her sword and killed him. They were deeply astray, resisting salvation. The foolishness of these people saddened Celestine greatly.
Did they not realize the Reincarnation Game's distortion of their minds?
Realizing they were losing themselves, even with human bodies, they retained no trace of humanity. The players retreated steadily, unable to even organize a decent resistance. The banner of the Double-Headed Eagle was soon raised in the ruins.
It was a foregone conclusion that this Reincarnation Space would be breached.
Several administrators, with the last batch of players, were still holding out at the core of this Reincarnation Space.
From their perspective, what a tenacious and noble act. The problem was, such an act changed nothing.
Celestine thought to herself.
She did not personally intervene.
Such glory should be reserved for those who had never received it. The battle ended about ten minutes later.
A man was dragged over by Imperial soldiers.
He was wearing a technologically advanced, tight-fitting combat suit.
From the wounds on his body and the tears in his clothes, it was clear he had put up a tenacious resistance before finally being captured. The soldiers dragged the man before Celestine, forcing him to his knees.
"He's an administrator," said the Imperial soldier who kicked him to his knees.
"What about the other players?" Celestine asked.
"They refused to surrender, and they're all dead."
Celestine nodded. "Order all units to clear the battlefield and prepare the purification protocols. The aura here is repulsive."
"Understood."
After giving those important orders, Celestine finally had time to examine the captive.
He didn't look very old, only in his twenties.
"Fanatics!" The administrator looked up, his bleeding eyes fixed on Celestine. "You will one day face the retribution of the Lord of Reincarnation. You will pay the price, you bastards."
"I've heard that threat many times," Celestine said coldly. "I suggest you say something else."
Cough! Cough!
The administrator coughed, spitting blood with each cough.
"A pitiful lost one," Celestine said, looking at him with pity. "Do you have any last words?"
"I'll be waiting for you in hell," the administrator said.
"Then you are destined to wait in vain. Our souls belong to Him, not to hell."
Celestine looked at the soldier beside her.
"Drag him away, extract all his memories, and then grant him mercy."
The roar of the giant wolf was deafening.
Countless fanatics poured into the realm of the God of Distortion through stable warp portals.
Blood and destruction filled the entire world. The entire realm had been utterly annihilated.
Layer upon layer, palaces of astonishing scale were reduced to rubble.
Countless corpses lay prostrate on the wasteland.
Some were human, but more were the minions of the God of Distortion.
Despairing cries echoed throughout this world. The eerie Aetheric ocean was no longer a mottled color, but filled with a mixture of golden, blue, and green light.
A realm from beyond revealed its silhouette in the sky.
Receiving those lost souls.
Moon-sized battleships floated in the boiling Aetheric sea, revealing colossal cannons as vast as mountains.
A massive fleet capable of eclipsing stars hovered, continuously bombarding the realm of the God of Distortion with terrifying light spears and cannon fire. The roars of the God of Distortion changed from anger to pity, and finally to despair.
Its realm had been dragged into reality by the enemy, and it was bound.
Escape was now impossible.
Even the gods of the warp had to obey certain unknown rules.
It could hide its realm, move its realm's location.
But it could not abandon its realm.
Because the realm was its very self, its everything.
Abandoning the realm was no different from death. The terrifying giant wolf descended upon this place, bringing destruction.
He was the brother of the Emperor. The mighty Primarch - the Lord of Wolves. The Godslayer of Fenris.
He came to this universe to kill gods. The God of Distortion had no facial features; its face shimmered with light like a brilliant starry sky.
A roar erupted from thin air, shaking the entire battlefield.
When it saw its followers fall one after another,
It couldn't help but intervene.
Russ also seized the opportunity to leap from the spatial rift, launching a hunt.
Although the God of Distortion was not the true master of the Reincarnation Game,
As the master of the realm of anomalies, its power was extremely terrifying.
When it emerged, its colossal body was almost suffocating. The sun, moon, and stars were but tiny specks of light before it.
Its exhaled breath alone was enough to extinguish stars and destroy countless worlds.
However, the giant wolf it fought was equally massive and possessed sharp fangs and claws.
Every bite and scratch caused the God of Distortion immeasurable pain.
On the chaotic battlefield, even the eternally immortal Unborn met their destined end.
And in the midst of the battlefield, the most striking sight was the battle between the giant wolf and the God of Distortion. The God of Distortion was the creator of the City of Distortion; many anomalies were created by it.
Using these anomalies, it could distort many beings, turning them into its slaves and puppets.
Making them subservient at its feet, becoming its playthings. The tripartite God of Distortion struggled against the giant wolf.
Its battle with the giant wolf was the center of the battlefield. The fanatical humans and its followers were fighting nearby.
Both sides were so cruel, never leaving any path for each other to survive.
Alas, no matter how frantic the minions of the God of Distortion became,
They could not change their fated demise.
Everything was irreversible. The faceless God of Distortion extended equally dark and star-shimmering tentacles.
It tried to grasp the throat of Russ, who had transformed into a giant wolf.
Russ leaped away in time.
He swung his sharp claws, leaving terrible wounds on the opponent's tentacles. The God of Distortion continuously attacked, its growing tentacles waving in the air, trying to coil around the giant wolf.
Russ, however, kept leaping, dodging the opponent's attacks with his agility. The God of Distortion's power might have surpassed Russ'.
But Russ was a warrior born for slaughter.
He found an opportunity to counterattack while dodging.
And seized the chance to deliver a killing blow. The giant wolf he had transformed into bit the God of Distortion's throat. Then, like a wolf biting a rabbit, he shook it around.
Until the opponent completely lost the ability to resist. The tripartite God of Distortion was thus defeated.
Like prey, it was bitten by the giant wolf and dragged towards the rift.
Its daemonic followers and minions let out desperate roars. They tried to rescue it, but were forced back by human artillery fire and assaults, only able to watch as the giant wolf took the God of Distortion away.
"Only the wisdom of the Archmagos can comprehend the glorious deeds of the Emperor and His many doctrines; we are but humble servants, and it is our honor to remain humble and serve Him."
The Mechanicus Magos of the Radical Faction, Cuvier, looked at the God of Distortion imprisoned in the cell, the gears on his face whirring, pulling his metallic face into a smile.
Cuvier was a Magos of the same faction as Archmagos Belisarius Cawl.
Many factions tried to challenge the Archmagos' position in the Emperor's heart.
Magos Cuvier only sneered at this.
How could their pig brains possibly shake the Archmagos' status?!
They were utterly ignorant of the Archmagos' wisdom.
With the support of the Emperor, a grand plan was about to be born.
Using the Imperium as a foundation, to establish a screening mechanism that could connect all universes.
And subtly encourage the human factions in those universes to align with the Imperium, and to consider allegiance to the Emperor an honor. This plan could be called the Assimilation of the Heavens. The reason for capturing these creators of anomalies was to study their essence.
Anomaly-type instances were different from other instances. The lethality of anomaly-type instances was not the strongest, but their corrupting ability was the most terrifying.
Many players failed to clear them not because they died, but because they were assimilated. They became monsters without a clear realization, still believing they hadn't changed at all. This was the characteristic of anomaly instances. The Imperium wanted to study this characteristic.
If successful, combined with the Imperium's fully implemented auxiliary systems and cosmic gamification project, it could subtly change the minds of humans in other universes.
Making them, unknowingly, stand in the Imperium's camp. To sacrifice themselves for the Emperor, bringing their own provisions to conquer those universes for Him.
While those other Magos were still researching more powerful weapons and devices, they were unaware that the Archmagos was already planning to conquer those universes without shedding a drop of blood. This was the difference.