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Chapter 363 -363-The Madly Plundering Player Army

Hmm!?

The powerhouses frowned tightly.

"The entire Chaosverse has been locked down, and everyone is panicking. This can very easily shatter a powerhouse’s Mental State!"

"Who can guarantee that there isn’t, or won’t be in the future, an Oracle-grade being in the Astral Realm who goes mad and starts a massacre?"

No one could guarantee that.

"So,"

the light in Daniel’s eyes grew brighter and brighter,

"we must first prepare an escape route. If things remain calm and there isn’t much slaughter, that would naturally be best."

"But if an Oracle-grade truly goes mad, we’ll hide in the depths of the planes within the Astral Realm. With the suppression of the Astral Realm’s own rules, those Oracle-grade beings won’t be able to enter before the time limit arrives. No matter what, staying alive is the most important thing."

After hearing this, James nodded.

"Excellent, Boss. I didn’t expect you to understand the path of survival so deeply too!"

"Lord Faustus is absolutely right."

Dustin agreed.

"The Chaosverse will definitely fall into great chaos. Avoiding danger is never wrong."

"Sigh!"

James deliberately spoke in a relaxed tone.

"It’s not that big of a deal! Isn’t it just that we temporarily can’t advance?"

"That Eternal Sage can’t possibly keep the Chaosverse locked for hundreds, thousands, or even millions of years, right?"

"As long as we endure it, won’t we be able to advance as usual by then?"

Aside from Daniel, the other powerhouses could only reveal bitter smiles when they heard this.

Millions of years?

That would already be another era.

There were countless universes standing throughout the Endless Starsea. Who would stop and wait for their batch of demi-sage ranks?

The demi-sages of the Chaosverse could not advance, but the powerhouses of other universes had no such restriction.

"No matter what, I have to try."

Daniel’s gaze burned like a torch.

He did not believe he would be trapped here to death.

So what if it was the method of an Eternal Sage?

Let alone an Eternal Sage, so what if fate itself or the universe will descended!?

"If my final fate is to bow my head... then I’ll cut off that head and resist to the very end."

His voice was like a hammer striking an anvil.

"External changes are beyond my control, but I am ruled by myself!"

...

Daniel’s true body was trapped in the Chaosverse, unable to move an inch.

But he still had a puppet clone.

Under the meticulous arrangements of Daniel’s puppet clone, the army formed by players and NPCs spread through the starsea like a pack of wolves, madly occupying one small world after another.

This frenzied action continued for a full ten years.

Tens of thousands of small worlds were conquered by the legions under Daniel’s command, occupying nearly ninety-nine percent of the entire Visca Galaxy!

The Oracle World.

"Kill—!"

Hans had now also advanced to demi-sage.

Behind him was an army formed by countless players, a vast black mass like a tide pouring over a dam.

Tens of millions of players slaughtered the living beings of the Oracle World plane in madness.

"Why are you people invading our world for no reason?!"

A peak demi-sage rank powerhouse had eyes as red as blood.

"Kill!"

Hans was too lazy to answer. He led the many players and cut down that demi-sage together with all his followers.

A long while later, Hans stood amid corpses scattered across the ground and said coldly,

"Guild Master Faustus needs us. Even if we have to make enemies of the entire Endless Starsea, we absolutely cannot retreat."

"Exactly. Along the way, the Guild Master has given far too much for us."

"Now, it is time for us to contribute a little Strength to him."

In other planes,

top player powerhouses such as Son of the Firmament, Crimson Soul, and Sunborn each led vast armies, madly occupying one small world after another.

Every time they conquered a place, they would seize all gains by force, then hand them over to Faustus’s puppet clone.

"Guild Master Faustus is currently trapped in the Chaosverse and desperately needs resources."

A player wiped the blood from his forehead and spoke in a low voice.

"What we can do may not be much."

Another tied up a storage pouch, his gaze firm.

"But we still have to do our part and earn more resources for the Guild Master. Even if it is only one piece of ore or one stalk of spirit grass, it is still our sincerity."

Everything that had happened in the Chaosverse spread through the Endless Starfield like wildfire.

Such an earth-shaking event had not appeared for countless eras.

After savage and frantic dissemination, almost everyone knew of it.

Faustus was facing the critical point of advancement within the Chaosverse.

But now, he had been trapped by a Strength from a higher dimension and could not take that final step.

The players all knew about this as well.

There was only one thought in their hearts:

Faustus had treated them well!

Now that the Guild Master needed resources, they would go all out and deliver everything they could plunder into his hands.

Even if they had to cross mountains of blades and seas of fire, they would not hesitate.

Moreover, Daniel’s puppet clone was absolutely not someone just anyone could underestimate.

Although the puppet clone’s Rank limit had been locked and it could not step into Divine-grade, its combat power was no different from the true body’s. It was still so powerful that it chilled the heart.

It could still tear apart any prey that dared approach Earth!

...

Golden Holy Mountain headquarters.

Chanelle was summoned by the T8 Oracle-grade Noxis.

Bang—!

Noxis slammed his palm heavily onto the table before him, shaking the scrolls on the tabletop until they rustled.

Those scrolls were letters sent by various forces, piled up like a small mountain.

Chanelle glanced at the pile of scrolls and already understood most of the situation.

"Chanelle."

Noxis’s brows were like two iron chains twisted together.

"You should control that madman Faustus! What exactly is he doing?"

"The small worlds of the Visca Galaxy are almost all being ruined by him alone!"

Noxis’s voice was like rolling thunder.

"If he were only occupying territory, even if I had objections, I would not say much!"

"But look at him. He has emptied all the resources of every small world. He is practically one step away from scraping three layers off the ground itself!"

"What is he doing? This is simply like a swarm of locusts passing through, leaving not a blade of grass behind!"

"In Stellar’s name, he has crushed the ecological balance of those worlds to pieces! In the future, how many eras and how much cost will it take to restore them to their original state? Have you calculated that heavy debt for him?"

Noxis’s voice was icy.

"Furthermore, Faustus has ignored our Golden Holy Mountain’s inquiry letters. How do you explain that? In his eyes, is the dignity of the Golden Holy Mountain not worth mentioning?"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, his knuckles cracking as he clenched them.

"If not for your sake, I would absolutely demote him—demote him until he would not even be worthy of a nominal member’s seat! Has he forgotten who granted him the qualification to stand in the starsea when he was still weak?"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Chanelle’s mouth.

Within that smile was composure, as well as a trace of indescribable understanding.

"Leader, do you truly think that because Faustus is trapped in the Chaosverse, he is destined to sink forever and will never rise again?"

"Hmm!?"