Klein fought and retreated. The Lord Delhi Knight could no longer be seen in front of him. He quickly looked back and saw that the Lord's tall figure had been submerged among the living corpses.

He roared with grief and anger, and mobilized his war horse to rescue him. However, the war horse let out a mournful cry, gave way to its two front hooves, and fell to its knees in the blood-stained mud.

Klein, who was extremely exhausted, fell off his horse and was immediately trampled by the soles of feet and hoofs of the horse that were running away. When he was about to die, he looked up and saw a meteor-like fire bombarding more than ten meters in front of him. His residual limbs were flying for a while.

The war horses screamed... The fearless jihadist army had their bones broken in this way, abandoned the glory they regarded as life, and fled like a group of goblins with their heads in their hands.

Mother……

He took out the unsent letter from his arms with trembling fingers. Suddenly, he saw a large number of living corpses running past him. Those low-level living corpses were like vultures on the battlefield. Every corpse had to be touched.

, Klein is not immune either.

"There's still one alive!

"

For a time, countless blades pierced Klein's body. The young, powerful, and resolute knight attendant could not feel the pain, only the cold that invaded his bone marrow.

Mother……

On his deathbed, he saw his mother leaning against the door, his younger brother who was stubborn and full of admiration and jealousy for him, his younger sister whose father died when she was born, and his farm, which was green and covered with bitter fruits.

Wheat fields, and the serfs working hard in the fields...

I really want to be buried under the bitter wheat so that I can go home.

With the last trace of love for his hometown and relatives, Klein died.

This once promising knight's squire had outstanding talents and an unyielding character. Almost every big shot who met him said that he was born to become a knight. But now he died prematurely, just like countless geniuses.

Fallen on this meaningless battlefield.

Originally, both warring parties had begun negotiations for a coalition for the purpose of declaring their strength. Is it worth sacrificing one's life for the sake of the game among the upper-level dignitaries?

Players did not have such considerations. They fully demonstrated the advantage of chasing the poor bandits. They skipped this battlefield and looked at the overall situation. They received the national server mission and entered the national war mode on the wide stitch line dozens of kilometers around the southern city.

There is an endless stream of players like crucian carp crossing the river.

They formed a flood-like tidal wave in all directions and regions, hitting hard rocks head-on.

At first, I only saw water splashing and water vapor filling the sky, while the rocks remained motionless. However, the water dripped through the rocks, and the hard rocks could not withstand the waves. Slowly, some rocks cracked, collapsed, and disintegrated.

, and even if a battlefield like this one is swept away by the flood, the traces of its existence will soon be erased.

Klein's soul left his body and followed a beam of light falling from the sky, rising slowly.

Some qualities and imprints in his soul, such as memories and emotions, dispersed as he rose, just like dandelions in the wind. In the end, only the core wrapped in faith remained, and he was about to enter the Kingdom of God.

But an external force interrupted this extremely 'natural' process, and the light beam was distorted, just like light being changed in water and causing a gap.

Klein's soul stopped rising and was instead attracted by a huge, boundless net. It was like a piece of weightless seaweed, stuck to this net.

There are countless seaweeds besides him on the Internet.

Klein still retained some memories, and he still remembered how he died. He saw his master, the great knight, Earl Derry again.

The Grand Knight of Delhi was also a piece of 'seaweed', but he was stronger and more complete than Klein. He struggled on the Internet, roaring silently, and yelled at Klein who looked a bit 'stupid'.

But Crane couldn't hear it.

The net is closed...

A web full of seaweed is 'glued' together on the web, and moves in a certain direction along the 'path' on the web.

——Where are you going?

Klein no longer has any emotional fluctuations, and only retains the highest quality soul core. Following the net, it is like a bit of water vapor carried by the veins of leaves, flowing to the body of the big tree.

This network is too huge.

In comparison, Crane's size is negligible.

It penetrates deeply into almost everything, including the composition of the air, the composition of the soil, the fluctuations of light, the dispersion and gathering of elemental spirits... all in its 'root system', it is like a giant parasite, parasitic on everything

on things.

Naturally, living corpses are also indispensable.

There are so many living corpses.

Klein's soul core flashed in the game area. He saw countless players and found that each player was the root system of this towering tree. Only then did he suddenly realize that if this giant tree was not destroyed, there would be an endless supply of living corpses.

Yes, they started fighting against the wrong target.

This was a huge mistake that cost countless Crane lives.

Unknowingly, he left the front line, stayed away from the surroundings of the Rock Fortress (Ultra South City), and went deep into the hinterland that was ravaged by living zombies.

Klein didn't see the blind wasteland. Most of the former human kingdom's territories had returned to normal. Simple castles (gang stations) were scattered at various points with development value, like scattered sesame seeds.

Most of the farmland has been restored, and green bitter wheat has been planted. There are a large number of soulless servants (NPCs) working hard on it, and there are also a few intelligent races in the abandoned wasteland, including humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, abandoned people, and demi-humans.

Plant and so on.

They are actually very easy to distinguish, especially for Klein who is already in a soul state - soul fluctuation.

Those without soul fluctuations are just empty shells, just hairs extending from this giant tree. They are one with the tree. No matter how much they appear to be like a person, in essence, they are just a shell.

People with soul fluctuations are independent individuals, although they are parasitized by the roots of big trees.

The sun came out, the wind blew, and the seaweed was transported into a whirlpool in sheets.

Klein saw another magnificent city, a large number of temple-sized spiers, and huge shadows that had shrouded these spiers.

ah!

He struggled, like all seaweed.

"Sir, will this offend the gods?"

"Of course, I just want to see where their tolerance limit is."

"You are provocative."

"I never hid it."

"I'm really afraid that I will be punished by God the next moment."

"Haha, let's destroy it together."

"The magic net should be able to hold it..."

"How do you know the power of the true God you have witnessed?"

"But there is an upper limit to the material world, isn't there?"

"Just say it, haha..."

"What are these souls used for?"

"I am the famous 'Thousand-Handed Human Slayer', what do you think I will use them for?"

"...Soul gem? The devil will be very interested."

"Keep it secret, I'll give you a surprise when the time comes."

…

Klein seemed to hear two people talking. It was like the background sound of the world, like the sound of wind, rain, and thunder, sometimes vast and sometimes misty.

Klein was frightened, and this emotion came back to him. He seemed to see that behind the shadows of these temples, there was another huge shadow that covered the sky. This shadow sat high on a throne.

Destruction, disaster, plague, disease...all imaginable sufferings are concentrated on him. He is the devil who destroys the world, and he comes to destroy this world.

Countless 'seaweeds' were dragged into a dark whirlpool by a huge net, and after a period of free fall in the consciousness mode, they fell into a warm pool.

The moment Klein 'fell into the water', he seemed to see 'eggs' scattered all over the seabed. Inside the white, oval eggs, lay sleeping people?

ah!

What's this?

Who can tell me.

Immediately, all of Klein's emotions 'melted' in the sea water. He was still able to think, but he lost the warmth of emotion and became as cold as a fish.

Countless seaweeds became nutrients for the seawater, and countless eggs absorbed these nutrients. I don’t know how long time passed. Klein forgot the past, everything, and even his ‘self’. It was as if he had really become a fish and was captured by a fish.

The 'eggs' are attracted and then 'nests' are built inside.

He is no longer him, but pure soul power, soul power measured by different systems. He is complete. He has been stripped of all impurities except the soul core, and has entered a brand new body, with a person named 'Li Xiao'.

'The soul-body fusion.

——I am Li Xiao now.

"What the hell, why do I have such inexplicable thoughts?"

Li Xiao, who had used up his three resurrections, walked out of the resurrection point in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, he forgot about the bubble that suddenly popped up in his consciousness.

There was no need to die, it was all the fault of a fool.

"Captain, coordinates!"
To be continued...