134: Chapter 134 The Tower of Babel Crisis! He's Going to Sever the Heavenly Ladder!

On the orbital platform, there was a deathly silence.

The song 'Deja Vu' that was still on repeat, like a record player with a stuck tape, emitted a harsh static before finally falling silent.

Millions of players were wiped out in less than a minute by that unreasonable sword rain, completely cleansed.

Only widespread wreckage and burning flames remained, silently recounting the brutality of the massacre that had just occurred.

This was the most thorough and humiliating team wipe players had experienced since the launch of 'Void Realm'.

There was no other.

Ye Guyun floated quietly in mid-air, not even glancing at his 'battle results'.

In his eyes, clearing out a group of noisy insects was simply a matter of course.

Now, it was time to deal with that truly an eyesore.

His gaze slowly turned towards the magnificent steel tower, a true miracle, connecting the planet to space.

That tower rose from the surface of the blue planet, pierced through the clouds, broke through the sky, like a backbone supporting heaven and earth, stubbornly rooted in this Void Realm.

It was filled with the wisdom and sweat of Mortals, representing a civilization's yearning for the stars.

But in Ye Guyun's view, this was the ugliest and most foolish creation.

"Mortals, attempting to touch the Heavenly Dao with mere Mortal iron."

"Such a Heaven-Defying thing should not exist in this world."

Cold Divine Thought, devoid of any emotion.

He slowly raised his hand, and the azure nether sword beneath his feet let out a clear, ringing sword cry, flying into his palm.

He wanted to personally sever this 'long vine' that blasphemed the Heavenly Dao.

His intention was so obvious, so undisguised.

At this moment, all players currently counting down at the Respawn Point saw this scene through their death replays.

And heard that high and mighty judgment.

A chill more bone-piercing than death rose from the depths of all players' hearts.

This madman...

He not only wanted to kill them all.

He also wanted to destroy the fruit of their hard work!

That Tower of Babel!

How many bricks had millions of players moved, how many screws had they tightened, day and night, to pile it up bit by bit!

That was the destination they reached by enduring extreme cold, resisting hypoxia, and even sacrificing their dignity, using the 'Biological Impulse Propulsion System'!

It was Earth civilization's first step towards the stars!

It was their biggest capital for bragging!

Now, this ancient-costumed pervert, who appeared out of nowhere, wanted to cut it down?

"No!!!"

A player at the Respawn Point let out a heart-wrenching roar.

His Soul body began to destabilize due to excessive excitement.

"We can't let him succeed! Absolutely not!"

"You can kill us! But don't touch our tower!"

"Dog Planner! GM! Where are you? Think of something quickly! Your home is about to be stolen!"

The players went crazy.

They could accept being massacred by the BOSS a thousand times, but they could not accept their painstakingly built house being torn down by the BOSS!

This was no longer a game.

This was digging up their ancestral graves!

In Su Mu's underground base.

Alarms were blaring everywhere.

Su Mu stared intently at the main screen, watching the figure preparing to attack the Tower of Babel, his face so grim it could drip water.

He knew the significance of the Tower of Babel.

It was the only hope for Earth civilization.

Once destroyed, let alone confronting the main Reaper fleet in 300 days, even flying out of the solar System would become a problem.

This tower absolutely could not be harmed!

He took a deep breath, his hands typing a blur on the control panel.

The next second.

A blood-red, flame-burning, highest-priority System announcement, like a clap of thunder, exploded deep within every player's mind!

[Epic World Protection Quest: Flesh and Blood Great Wall!]

[Quest Description: Guard the Tower of Babel at all costs! Guard our only path to the sea of stars!]

[Quest Objective: Prevent '???' (data unresolvable) from causing any permanent damage to the main structure of the Tower of Babel!]

[Quest Rewards:]

[1. All participating defensive players will receive the limited title [Star Road Guardian]!]

[2. After the quest, a massive amount of Contribution Points and random legendary equipment blueprints will be awarded based on individual contribution (damage taken, time delayed, damage output)!]

[3. The top one hundred players with the most deaths will receive an additional special title [Immortal Madman] and a wisp of [Spark Prime Essence]!]

[Quest Penalty: If the Tower of Babel is destroyed, all player accounts will be forcibly frozen for thirty days, and all construction Contribution Points related to the Tower of Babel will be cleared!]

This quest announcement was like a shot in the arm, fiercely piercing into the hearts of all players.

Especially the reward for 'most deaths' and the penalty of 'forcibly frozen for thirty days'.

Instantly ignited the ferocity of all players!

"Holy crap! There's a reward for dying the most?"

"Spark Prime Essence! Isn't that the GM's core energy? This reward is insane!"

"Brothers, don't just stand there! Dog Planner is forcing us to fight him to the death!"

"The penalty is freezing the account for thirty days? Damn! That's worse than killing me!"

"Let's go for him!"

Li Qiang, who had just resurrected, didn't even have time to re-equip his gear.

He watched Ye Guyun, who had already transformed into a streak of azure light, charging straight towards the main cable of the Tower of Babel, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot.

"Want to tear down my tower?"

He let out a beastly roar in the team channel.

"Have you asked for my corpse's permission first?"

"Everyone! Charge for me! Fill it with your lives! Block it with your bodies! Whoever dares to retreat a step, I'll be the first to kill them!"

"For the Horde... Bah! For Earth!"

Boom!

The Respawn Point exploded.

Millions of newly resurrected players, like a breaching flood, without the slightest hesitation, drove the cheapest jetpacks, or even relied directly on the micro-thrusters of their spacesuits, transforming into white torrents, rushing fearlessly towards Ye Guyun's inevitable path.

Their equipment was mostly destroyed in that sword rain.

Their mechs had also turned into scrap metal.

They now had nothing.

Except this life, which they could regain after death!

Ye Guyun sped on his sword, and in his eyes, the cable connecting heaven and earth was already within reach.

With just one sword strike, he could completely sever this creation that blasphemed the Heavenly Dao.

However, at this moment.

In his Divine Sense, a perplexing scene appeared.

Those ants he had just killed had reappeared.

Moreover, they were blocking his path with a fearless, moth-to-a-flame attitude.

They were unarmed.

They didn't even have decent Magical Artifacts.

They simply spread their arms, using their fragile flesh to form a sparse, ridiculous 'wall' ... after 'wall'.

"Insects, trying to shake a tree?"

A sneer curled on Ye Guyun's lips.

He didn't even bother to slow down.

With a mere thought, a protective Sword Qi shot out from his body, sweeping towards the 'human wall' ahead.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

There was no suspense.

The hundreds of players at the very front, like wheat cut down, didn't even have time to let out a scream before they turned into scattered points of light in the sword glow.

But.

Their deaths did not instill fear in those behind them.

Instead, it ignited an even more ferocious bloodlust.

"Brothers! Hold the line!"

"He can't get through! Unless he steps over our corpses!"

"Hahaha! I've died twenty times! Achievement [Twenty Death Knights] unlocked!"

"Brothers in front, hold on! I'll be there with you in thirty seconds!"

The communication channel was no longer filled with fear and despair.

Instead, it was filled with various silly, yet incredibly tragic shouts.

One player's jetpack broke, so he simply hugged the leg of a player in front, crying out: "Brother! Give me a ride! I want to die on the charge!"

Another player, finding his thruster too slow, directly ignited the oxygen tank on his back, using the recoil to rush towards Ye Guyun like a cannonball, then happily fainted halfway due to lack of oxygen.

With their bodies, layer after layer, they built a Great Wall of flesh and Soul between Ye Guyun and the Tower of Babel.

Ye Guyun's brows, for the first time, furrowed tightly.

He found himself being slowed down.

Although the bodies of these ants crumbled at a touch.

But in that instant before their death, their negligible mass, and the energy shock generated by their explosions, were genuinely consuming his Sword Qi and hindering his speed.

He was like a high-speed sports car driving into an endless swarm of mosquitoes.

Although no single mosquito could cause him any harm.

The endless 'splat, splat, splat' sounds hitting the windshield and the gradually blurring vision made him feel an unprecedented... irritation.

"Die!"

He roared, and his sword light surged again.

Another group of players was cleared out.

But the next second.

More players, from all directions, fearlessly replenished the ranks.

They were like an inexhaustible swarm of locusts.

Their eyes held no fear.

Only a kind of madness and stubbornness that made his heart palpitate.

"What... kind of demon is this?"

For the first time, Ye Guyun's perception of himself wavered.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the orbit.

The temporary experimental platform.

This place was not affected by the sword rain, becoming the only safe rear.

Wang Wei did not participate in that suicidal charge.

He was hunched over the data analyzer, his hands operating like phantoms.

His screen was frantically refreshing with the energy readings of Ye Guyun's every attack, and the data streams fed back at the moment of players' deaths.

"No... no..."

He muttered to himself, his eyes behind his glasses glinting with a crazy light.

"His every attack, the energy is not infinite! The defense of that 'turtle shell' has an imperceptible decay after each attack!"

"He is consuming! He has been consuming!"

Countless data converged in his mind, finally forming a bold, yet incredibly reasonable conjecture.

He suddenly looked up and, with all his might, roared into the communication channel.

"Brothers! I found it!"

"He's not invincible!"

"He has a mana bar!"