To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 560 - 326: Time to Gather Materials (Part 2)_1

Chapter 560: Chapter 326: Time to Gather Materials (Part 2)_1

Thanks to the previous Artifact Workshop, the players’ productivity had significantly improved. New Magic Artifacts were produced in almost no time and were placed together with the Eight-armed Statues they had collected.

New spells were distributed, and each Sect received a varying number of statues, ready to begin summoning avatars.

Following the manual provided by Black Tech, they started the ritual as instructed. Mysterious incantations were chanted, filling every Sect with wonderous sounds.

Watching the scene unfold, the children of Immortal Village widened their eyes in amazement, their gazes brimming with curiosity.

The elders, observing the children’s reactions, knew that the trend was set and unavoidable.

The disciples of the Heavenly Lord possessed unimaginable imagination and creativity. They could innovate on existing spells and improve them for their service.

Simple spells were not difficult to create; what was challenging was that touch of ingenuity, which was not uncommon among the disciples. This is why they could continually come up with various ideas and then expand the spells further.

The children liked this approach, and their curiosity spurred them to learn and understand the disciples’ thoughts, eventually being assimilated by them.

This kind of thinking should have been regarded as perverse and fallacious, but they were the disciples of the Heavenly Lord. With their power and numbers being superior, the original ideology of Immortal Village was due for a transformation. Whether this change was for better or worse, however, was hard to say.

But no matter what, at least from the current perspective, the changes they brought seemed positive.

“Times are changing,” Taoist Chankong couldn’t help but lament, “Perhaps, it’s really time for me to harvest the fruits.”

It wasn’t long before the players’ ceremonies ended.

Black water overflowed from the statues, the mandatory ritual summoning the avatars of the Demon through the statues.

The power of these avatars came from a Monarch he possessed, lurking behind his avatar was the emotional energy he plundered from hundreds of worlds.

This energy was the Happy Demon Master’s means to alter the Monarch’s physique, his long-accumulated source of Mana.

Now, this power was forcibly used to create avatars of the Demon Lord, and they appeared before every player who had conducted the ritual.

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No sooner had they appeared, than the players’ spells swarmed up, hacking the summoned avatars into mist.

Seeing the avatars not last even a second, the players dissatisfiedly said, “That was weak.”

“Exactly, defeated by a thousand hits in a flash, hardly a spectacle.”

“And they drop no loot, not fun to hack at all.”

“Quit your whining, keep hacking.”

The demise of a single avatar didn’t really affect the Demon Lord’s accumulations significantly.

However, the players were too fast, and there were too many of them acting simultaneously. Every second, hundreds of avatars were summoned, visibly depleting the Demon Lord’s accumulated emotional energy.

When the Happy Demon Master realized something was wrong, a significant part of his power had already been depleted.

The previously tumultuous Demon Qi Pool had diminished greatly. Watching such a drastic reduction in his reserves, the Happy Demon Master could no longer smile at all.

Immediately seeking the reason for the leak, he was shocked to discover that someone was frantically summoning his avatars and destroying them before they could react, causing damage to his Demonic Qi.

Upon identifying the problem, he immediately changed his summoning technique, preventing any further loss of his accumulation.

But before he could take a breather, he found that avatars continued to be summoned, and the rate seemed to have increased.

After some deduction, he realized that the other party had also changed their summoning method, bypassing his restrictions and continuing the summoning process.

Realizing this, the Happy Demon Master became furious.

Gathering the remaining Demonic Qi into his hands, he severed the connection between his Demonic Qi and the outside world. However, what was left was only a quarter of what he had before, which made him grind his teeth in hatred.

When had those old Immortals of Immortal Village become so clever?

Moreover, judging from the summoning technique used, it’s very likely that the other side’s numbers had reached over a hundred thousand people. Does this mean that Immortal Village had discovered a new method of reproduction, and were now using him to establish their might?

With Demonic Qi unable to coalesce for now, the new Demonic Qi would quickly be whisked away by this bizarre summoning method. The abilities he once prided himself on had become shackles at this moment, trapping him utterly.

“Damn it, can’t wait any longer!”

He had intended to accumulate enough power before seeking retribution from the people of Immortal Village. But given the current situation, it seemed they too had developed their own prowess, capable of challenging him.

The longer the delay, the situation could turn unfavorable for him. Only a swift and resolute action could secure victory.

Having made up his mind, the Happy Demon Master began to take action.

A massive amount of Demonic Qi surged into his current body, and the power of elation transformed the Monarch’s body, making it continuously adapt to the Demonic Qi and becoming unrecognizable.

His skin took on a bronze hue; muscles inside his body grew wildly, making his physical form incredibly imposing.

Along with a sound like ripping silk, six slits opened up on the Monarch’s back. Eight arms burst forth, bloodily ensconcing him within.