Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

The Moon Realm Link appeared in the form of a scarlet path filled with blood, smoke, and flames, or as a complicated and gorgeous fabric woven by countless spider-like Lunar Monsters, or as a golden path embedded with precious gems where dazed dancers danced over them.

Moon Realm Link—a Moon Realm phenomenon that only appeared when the Void Sovereigns needed to extend Their strength beyond their domains.

In essence, these links were like tentacles that the Void Sovereigns sent out on a large scale.

When there were intense turbulent changes in the Moon Realm, these Void Sovereigns, who were eternal deities, would send Their legions to various battlefields in the Moon Realm through the Moon Realm Link and start Their eternal game that no victor could ever be determined.

A thousand years ago, when the Seven Calamities caused so much destruction that opened many rifts in Currere to the Moon Realm, a total of 10 Void Sovereigns established Their links to fight for control of those rifts. This was the largest Moon Realm war recorded.

And today, for a certain reason, or rather, for a single sentence, a total of four Void Sovereigns opened their links.

The Bloodprint Warrior was wrapped in thorny chains and constantly oozed blood through the gaps in his armor. The Stumbling Demon’s entire body was bloated and festering as it coughed and dragged its fat body forward. The Webweaver was setting up traps as it walked on its slender limbs. The Blade Dancer’s gorgeous clothes were covered in countless fatal blades while dancing along the way.

It was rare to see high-level Lunar Monsters, but there were now legions of them marching on these links. The leader of the various legions was a heavyweight character who had left an illustrious reputation in history.

Carnage, Bloodthirsty, Erosion, Mrs. Swelling, Thousand-faced Dancer, Pride… a total of eight Demon Generals led the legions. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that if such a Moon Realm alliance army appeared in Currere, they were enough to flatten the Riel Empire’s known military.

A thousand years ago, even at the height of Judgment, a Moon Realm legion of this size would have caused a long and bitter battle with the Doomsday Watcher army.

As the four links got closer to their destination, Black Crow Gaze, they inevitably intersected in the Moon Realm.

Normally, the four Void Sovereigns didn’t have any irreconcilable hatred for each other because of Their domains, but Their relationship was only slightly better than that of enemies.

It was unusual for the four links to be intertwined without some large-scale conflict.

But today, these four legions had the same goal. Even the Demon Generals under the King of Deathblood, who had the most irritable nature, tried their best to suppress their anger and avoid increasing friction during the march.

As a result, only 30% of the Lunar Monsters died from friction on the way.

Even more unusually, only Pride, a Demon General, was cleaved back to his Moon Realm domain because he had provoked Carnage too many times. He had to wait for a cooldown bar to resurrect.

Perhaps such harmony could only occur when the entire Moon Realm had a common enemy.

After all, they had received orders from their supreme master today: go to Black Crow Gaze, destroy the Moon Realm domain that shouldn’t exist, and… kill the Moon Realm Calamity.

Of course, the last order was a little difficult.

Even if the Moon Realm Calamity was injured and didn’t bring his best equipment or have a large number of troops protecting him, the chances of killing him with the eight… correction… seven Demon Generals were extremely slim.

The main objective of the trip was to destroy the Moon Realm domain, Black Crow Gaze, which had been protected by the World Shell and eliminate the two Judgment members that the Moon Realm Calamity had recovered.

The rest of the work was left to the ‘thing’ that they had brought with them.

In the center of every legion was a vehicle transporting a big fellow,

either covered by blood-stained flags or covered in a thick layer of moss. Every legion carried such a secret weapon used to kill the Moon Realm Calamity as they advanced.

Time and space in the Moon Realm were chaotic, making it difficult for a mortal marching with these four legions to describe how far they had advanced or how much time had passed.

But in the end, they were almost there.

But in the end, they were almost there. The endless Berserk Sea, the endless storm, and the weak lighthouse that symbolized hope all appeared before them.

However, when the four devastated troops arrived at the edge of Black Crow Gaze, their path forward was blocked.

To be precise, they were stopped by a gorgeous parade float.

The parade float was a stunning sight to behold, but upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be an exaggeratedly decorated wheelchair. The person sitting in it was so obese that they required the contraption to move around.

This person had gray skin, saliva dripping from their mouth, and a lifeless gaze. It wore a crown that was too small for its head and remained expressionless as it stared lifelessly at the majestic army and the seven Demon Generals leading it.

The expression on its face didn’t change at all. It only muttered incomprehensibly.

Attendants dressed in tuxedos, white gloves, and bow ties stood by the obese person’s side, ignoring the four legions in front of them as they tended to their charge like a mentally disabled child by wiping his drool.

Despite the comical appearance, no one dared to underestimate the person on the float.

In the blink of an eye, the Moon Realm link that was constantly extending stopped as if time had frozen.

It and the attendants under it were about to reach Black Crow Gaze and stop the four Lunar Monster legions.

Carnage, standing at the front of the team, raised the ax in its hand and was about to ‘persuade’ the other party to make way when it saw the inexplicable obstacle. The dancer, the Thousand-faced Dancer, a Demon General under the Void Sovereign, Sin of Crimson Desire, and the chief diplomat of the Moon Realm’s Perfect Kingdom, raised its hand to stop Carnage.

“Violence can’t solve everything.”

The dancer’s voice was neither male nor female, but it was so alluring that it seemed to come from the depths of the soul.

It was not just temptation, but rather it felt like one was hearing the person they most wanted to hear.

The Thousand-faced Dancer was a Demon General serving under the Void Sovereign, Sin of Crimson Desire. It was also the chief diplomat for the Perfect Kingdom of the Moon Realm.

While it was not particularly skilled at killing, it was one of the Demon Generals who had caused one of the largest massacres in the history of the Vic Continent. It had transformed into a sage and instigated a war that swept across the entire continent at the end of the Golden Age.

Carnage looked at the Dancer. The Dancer’s voice sounded like Brand’s roar to Carnage, causing it to hesitate for a moment.

Then, it decided to kill the Dancer in front of it first.

Carnage’s sawtooth ax sliced through the Dancer with such speed that no one could see the trajectory of the attack.

There was a loud crack as the Dancer was neatly cut in half.

“I already said that violence can’t solve all problems.”

The Thousand-faced Dancer’s voice sounded from behind Carnage before it could even pull out the ax that had left a long crack in the floor.

The dancer, who had just been sliced in half in front of Carnage, turned into a cracked mask. A human soul attached to the mask dissipated with a scream.

Carnage turned around and saw the Thousand-faced Dancer appear behind it unscathed. The Dancer had one hand over its face and another human soul that had been tortured to the point of distortion in its hand. It screamed and turned into another constantly-changing mask.

The Dancer didn’t seem to care if Carnage would attack again. Instead, it slowly walked in front of the float blocking the way and bowed slightly to the fatty, who wore a pocket crown and looked like a retard.

“Therefore, what price does Lord Valk need us to pay for Him to be willing to let us pass, Mr. Mania?” the Dancer asked. “Or rather, Mr. Dementia.”

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