Chapter 361 - 357: Infinite Characters, Smart Use of AI

Chapter 361: Chapter 357: Infinite Characters, Smart Use of AI

Countless figures flickered into view along the border of the Great Derivation, arriving through teleportation arrays.

Unlike the direct confrontations of the Fourth Turn.

Concerned for their safety, the Martial Artists of the Heaven-Ascending Road immediately concealed themselves upon arrival.

But in stark contrast to the Martial Artists, the players’ eyes glinted with the thrill of battle.

’We can’t die anyway, so of course we have to fight our hearts out!’

After having the Mages cast concealment Magic on them, the players swooped through the forest at low altitudes in groups of twos and threes.

"Brothers, we’ve hit the jackpot! It doesn’t matter if they’re a Martial Artist or a player—kill twenty from the First Turn and we can advance to the Second Turn."

Zhao Guangrui’s eyes gleamed with excitement. Along with dozens of other players, he ignored the Martial Artists trying to hold them back and charged toward the battlefield.

"Dying only costs 1000 EXP, but killing someone from the First Turn gets you 5000 EXP straight up. This PVP is totally worth it."

"Charge! For the Horde!"

"Shut it, you Horde dogs! Glory to the Alliance!"

"Kill those players from the Great Derivation’s Naruto faction!"

...

As they weaved through the dense forest, the players communicated continuously via their Heart Images.

But in the midst of their chatter, a brilliant light flashed!

SHLIIICK—

A spray of blood arced through the air, staining a large tree red.

The surrounding players saw it clearly: a dagger, shimmering with a faint glow, was embedded in the forehead of an invisible player.

’We’ve made contact with the main force!’

The players’ hearts skipped a beat. They then saw at least a hundred thousand densely packed figures appear on a distant mountaintop.

With their excellent vision, the players could see IDs floating above the figures’ heads, but their faces and clothes were all identical, as if mass-produced on an assembly line.

They were robust, blue-haired men, covering the entire mountainside. Holding tridents, they charged toward the players, roaring incomprehensible phrases:

"I am Tang San!"

"I’m the real Tang San!"

"You’re all fakes!"

...

The Tang Sans all questioned one another.

But under the control of the Soul Calming Skill, they inevitably charged toward the players’ ranks.

"Take this! Sea Cucumber Trident!"

One Tang San, leaping high into the air, roared as he hurled his trident, piercing straight through a player’s body.

[EXP +5000]

As the player fell, a massive influx of experience flooded into Tang San. He felt his power triple, and a significant portion of his Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment was instantly assimilated.

Greed flickered in Tang San’s eyes. ’I can level up just by killing people? Then these people have a death wish!’

The next moment, terror filled the players’ eyes. The hundred-thousand-plus Tang Sans swarmed over them like a plague of locusts, and countless techniques erupted from their lips:

"Fist of Yearning, Halberd of Remembrance, Palm of Tang-Wu!"

Fist of Yearning, a torrent of thoughts!

Halberd of Remembrance, forever in my memory!

Palm of Tang-Wu, for all of eternity!

Xiaowu! Xiaowu!! Xiaowu!!!

I miss you so much, Xiaowu!!!

The Three Ultimates of Tang-Wu!

In an instant, this technique, originally created by Huo Yuhao, was adapted through the power of Tang San’s Heart Image.

The longing of a hundred thousand Tang Sans for Xiaowu converged, transforming into a terrifying Heart Image storm.

Like a great river, the massive energy storm swept forth, forming a road of Gold that was both brilliant and ephemeral.

The players at the forefront were instantly engulfed by the golden energy storm.

Over a thousand players coughed up blood as their bodies turned to ash, and by the time they knew what had happened, they had already been resurrected.

Never imagining they’d be wiped out in a single clash, one resurrected player roared, "Goddammit, you bastard Tang San! I’ll get you for this!"

But before the players could even react, a massive shadow blotted out the sky above them.

They looked up instinctively, only to see a giant, hundreds of meters tall, plummeting from ten thousand meters up, its body creating visible shockwaves as it tore through the air.

It was a colossal titan, devoid of skin and covered in muscle and bone, emitting scorching steam from its entire body.

In a mere instant, the giant, harnessing terrifying gravitational potential energy, slammed its legs into the earth.

Without a chance to react, every player within a hundred-meter radius was obliterated into a bloody pulp by the horrific impact, leaving behind a massive crater.

’This is just absurd.’

Ten thousand meters away, the white-haired Kakashi watched the players fight, peering at the battlefield through a pair of binoculars.

With enough energy, he could use his Kamui through the binoculars to snap the enemies’ necks from a distance, one by one. There was no need for him to engage in close-quarters combat at all.

Meanwhile, in the distance, a towering figure made of red energy, dozens of meters tall, charged into the midst of the players.

At the head of this red energy construct was a man in a black robe with red clouds. His eyes held a kaleidoscopic pattern, and tear troughs were etched into his cheeks.

The man encased in red energy on the battlefield was a physically healthy Uchiha Itachi.

A healthy body meant he wasn’t held back by the genetic illness that would have otherwise crippled his true power. A healthy mind, however, would have prevented him from awakening the Sharingan in the first place.

Therefore, the one on the battlefield now was an Uchiha Itachi who was physically healthy, but mentally broken.

On the southern front, a figure engulfed in flames weaved relentlessly through the crowd.

These were inextinguishable flames; anything they touched would burn until nothing was left but ash.

His name was Agni. Now all alone, he fought and killed without knowing why.

He only knew that many people had once urged him... to live!

The battlefield was a meat grinder, with death occurring every second. Fortunately, most of the casualties were the players who had charged in first.

Taking advantage of the players’ deaths bogging down the enemy’s advance, countless Martial Artists moved forward, their expressions grim. They could smell the stench of death in the air.

’And... we don’t recognize any of them!’

’Weren’t Fang Can’s troops supposed to be characters from those famous series? Why don’t we recognize most of them?’

’We’ve read all of *JoJo*, *Naruto*, *One Hundred Thousand Bad Jokes*, and *Ultraman*!’

One Martial Artist pulled a laptop from his backpack and began typing in keywords based on information from the Reincarnators.

It was a computer used by Reincarnators, so of course it had an AI program. All he had to do was ask.

Martial Artist: Baidu AI, who is the character that’s a skinless giant, about 40 meters tall, and emits steam all over its body?

Baidu AI: A skinless giant, approximately 40 meters tall and emitting steam, is a character from *Attack on Titan*. This character is the Colossal Titan. Its body can continuously release extremely high-temperature steam, and it can control the amount emitted. However, releasing steam consumes the Colossal Titan’s muscle mass, making it unsuitable for a battle of attrition.

’This Baidu AI actually works?’

The Martial Artist’s eyes lit up. After quickly asking the AI for the titan’s weakness, he yelled out:

"That red giant is from *Attack on Titan*! Its weak point is the nape of its neck! It will regenerate from any other injury, so don’t waste your time!"