CHAPTER 475: CHAPTER 165: DARK RACE TREASURY, DEATH POINT ALLOCATION

Perhaps the main branch of the Dark Race has already made a name for itself in the Monster World, becoming a dominant force on some continent, only separated by mountains and seas from the Pale Continent where the players reside, making encounters difficult.

If there is a chance to meet in the future, he has already booked this opportunity in advance.

Without dwelling on this issue, Qi Sheng’s consciousness swept through the entire Dark Race Space.

He discovered that although there were reserved resources in the space, after converting into sacrificial power, it amounted to only 1.6 billion, far from being plentiful.

The reason is understandable.

This Dark Race tribe, having fled to a small world, had no avenue to acquire vast resources.

On top of that, the war brought by the Black Tide’s invasion of the small world had almost emptied this tribe’s resources, leaving a stockpile of 1.6 billion resources was already impressive.

He even felt that this part of the stockpile did not originate from the small world but was the legacy of the Dark Race Crystal from the time of their division and escape.

Because there were many resource types in the treasury from different worlds, not produced in a small world.

The wealth brought during their division had been consumed up till now and was clearly running out.

However, for him, the extra income for the player is naturally a good thing.

Every time a player sacrifices items, he can benefit from it.

At this time, his gaze turned to the players.

The players entering the treasury scanned the scene ahead with their eyes.

On the left was a small mountain stacked with Spirit Crystals, radiating a rich Five-Colored Spiritual Light, each crystal was transparent and flawless, tinting the walls with dazzling colors.

Next to it were rows of exquisite jade boxes, their bodies carved with mysterious runes.

To the right of the treasury, various bizarrely shaped weapons were displayed.

Neither swords nor knives, they were weapons with Alien features, unsuitable for the player’s use.

In the corner of the first scene of the treasury, there was a pool of Spiritual Liquid extracted from Spirit Plants.

Seeing so many treasures, the players became utterly mad, rushing towards various resources, engaging the looting mode, and once contacted, resources would be absorbed into their personal Space Bag.

At this time, no players bothered with An Shui, who had followed them into the treasury.

At this moment, An Shui was secretly delighted, finally entering the home ground of the space.

Next, this group of guys would die here, taking nothing away.

Including the belongings they carried, which would also become part of the resource reserves in the treasury.

An Shui raised his hand at this moment, a complex Spiritual Pattern emerged on his forehead.

Instantly, the energy-constructed floor beneath his feet dispersed light, countless points of light converging towards him.

The Talent Ability "Dark Race Divine Descent" activated, and after the energy converged on his body, the prototype of a ten-meter-tall Energy Battle Statue appeared.

The head of the Energy Battle Statue was like a burning giant egg, with three sharp energy horns protruding from its top, emitting "zzz" dark red electric currents.

Its limbs were stout, and its arms were like two flowing volcanoes, with dark red energy rolling continuously on the surface, while its hands transformed into massive Energy Claw, the edges flashing jagged red light, like heated blades.

The continuously converging dark red energy generated an Energy Core in the chest cavity of the Energy Battle Statue.

Feeling the energy weaving outside his body, a ferocious expression appeared on An Shui’s face.

According to historical records, the ability he was using now was a Talent Ability exchanged at the cost of 80,000 War Merit in the eighth generation.

Passed down through generations of reincarnations, eventually inherited by him.

He always considered this ability to be superfluous, as it worked by manipulating Dark Race Energy to form the Dark Race Battle Statue, with specific strength depending on the energy consumed to construct it, relying on external energy.

So in his eyes, it was worthless.

Unexpectedly, it became crucial to his survival at this moment.

Successfully constructing the Energy Battle Statue with the energy in the treasury, An Shui felt an intense anger rising within him.

The humiliation just now, he would repay with blood.

These guys would all become his Blood Food for power recovery.

The players at this moment had no notice and were too lazy to care about An Shui, continuing to frantically snatch the resources in the treasury.

Outside in the external world, the Spatial Array was still running, continuously transporting more players into the Dark Race Treasury.

An Shui made his move at this moment, swinging his Energy Claw, trailing arcs of dark red light, shattering players wherever it reached.

"Hahaha, ants, all of you are ants."

In the frenzy of slaughter, An Shui’s repressed emotions found release, a fierce light flickering in his reddened eyes.

But soon he couldn’t laugh anymore.

He discovered that the beings of the so-called Player Clan, upon being slain, would burst into a cloud of blood mist, but ultimately all turned into black mist dissipating, leaving him with no Qi-Blood Energy whatsoever.

This meant his slaughter couldn’t restore the strength of his true form.

Yet An Shui still didn’t stop the killing, he wanted to crush all these ants.

Then head to the outside world, grow through devouring, step by step becoming a deity standing at the World Summit.

But this idea was soon suppressed by new doubts.

He discovered a strange fact.

The members of the Player Clan were repeatedly killed, yet they offered no resistance.

They were so greedy for touching the resources within the Dark Race Space, even at the cost of their lives; it was clearly extremely bizarre.

The answer to this question soon revealed itself.

He was horrified to find that any resource touched by the Player Clan would disappear into thin air.

For instance, the small mountain of Crystal Stones would visibly decrease in size as players rolled over them.

At this time, in the voice channel, players were roaring excitedly:

"I told you upgrading your Space Bag slots is beneficial, you’ve run out of space, yet I can still stash more, hahahaha."

"Who’s that big fool going to deal with An Shui, I’ll help you stash these resources, hurry up and fight."