Era of the transmigrating earth-Chapter 2066: Why Is the Guild Gone?

"Bang!" A hibernation cabin was fiercely pushed open from inside.

"What are you doing? Why are you so angry? Did you die and come back? That’s not right, your strength is supposed to be decent." A person nearby looked puzzled at the person who had just come out. These two knew each other.

Or rather, they were both in the same guild. Today, because of some matters, this person arrived a bit late, but unexpectedly, upon arriving here, he saw a colleague appear so outraged.

Although there are fixed times each month for entry, every person only has a minute of time, so often they miss each other. Unless entering the territory governed by their guild in the plane they control, where the time correlates with the native world.

"No need to go in, our guild, our guild is gone."

"What are you saying? You must be joking with me." The newcomer looked disbelieving.

The person who came out looked at his friend, a trace of dismay and sorrow flashing in his eyes: "Don’t believe me? Feel it for yourself, the guild list can no longer be felt, right?"

The newcomer felt it with a startled expression, but the next moment his face changed. Indeed, the guild list was gone. Besides leaving the guild, there’s only one situation where this can happen.

"How could this happen? What is the guild leader doing? Why did it turn out this way?"

"Don’t think about it, the guild leader is already dead, killed by enemies. Just now, our guild was wiped out; none who entered were spared. I heard the plane we controlled is also destroyed. I wasn’t in the guild-controlled world, so I didn’t die this time, but soon enough I’ll see others come out."

Looking at the surrounding hibernation cabins, this was their meeting place; everyone came out from the same place.

Sure enough, after not too long, he saw people coming out one after another, all with their heads hanging low.

"What are you doing, still blocking me? I’m losing my last chance to die; I’m about to become an ordinary person. Are you still going to stop me?"

"Humph, is that how an ordinary person talks to us? Quickly tell us what happened."

About to become ordinary, yet still flaunting here, looking for death?

"You brought this on yourselves. I’m not yet ordinary; I can drag you all to die together."

The newcomer seemed devoid of hope, striking directly before the others could say anything. Indeed, although he had lost his last chance to die, the world’s will takes time to withdraw his power.

This period often lasts from days to months. Currently, his strength remains unaffected. This strike changed everything. Surrounding ripples spread, directly affecting a large area.

Those opposite were forced to fight back, or they would die on the spot.

But as soon as they counterattacked, they realized they had been tricked. Sure enough, the person didn’t continue attacking but laughed loudly at the same spot. Moments later, several beams of light instantly descended from the sky.

The people were instantly vaporized. "Damn lunatic," were the last words left by those people.

Without a special identity, violating the world’s will against striking in the native world, the result was punishment; the world’s will directly wiped them out.

A person feeling hopeless about the future, unwilling to become a slave working day and night, dragged some unlucky fellows to die together. Such things are rare, but not absolutely absent.

It was their own arrogance and lack of brains. Ordinary arrogance would be fine, but facing someone without a future like this, it was really suicide.

However, it filled the hearts of those around with sadness. Seeing several colleagues disappear before their eyes, everyone felt an intense melancholy. What would they do next? They didn’t know.

"Can anyone explain what exactly happened?" Finally, someone spoke up.

This time, no one dared to force anything. After all, even those without their last chance to die still possessed formidable power, able to drag others to Hell.

Everyone exchanged glances, and finally, a person who achieved tier six spoke: "It was the Shadow Guild, no, the Night Guild subsidiary of the Shadow Guild, they raided our guild headquarters."

This person was from the headquarters, while others came from different branch worlds, or simply from worlds they didn’t control. Some encountered enemies in other worlds and were killed and emerged.

During guild wars, many people are blinded by killing, hardly caring about where they are.

If one’s strength is inferior to others, this is the result; being killed and coming out is simply bad luck.

Through his recounting, everyone gradually understood some reasons for the incident. The tier-eight guild leader died, and all tier eight and tier-seven members perished. Their deaths were real, and revival impossible.

Without these people, the guild is entirely done for. Moreover, the world their guild controlled was also destroyed one after another by the opponent. They didn’t know if those worlds were occupied by the opponent, but for them, it was all the same.

"So, what direction should we take?" Finally, someone else spoke.

"What else can we do? Wait here; perhaps new forces will rise in the future."

"I think we should join the Night Guild. Since their guild is so powerful, joining would be greatly beneficial to us." Someone felt they should do this.

But immediately someone cursed: "You traitor, already thinking of betrayal?"

"Humph, the guild is gone; this isn’t betrayal. Or are you thinking of opposing him?"

Merely one person against a powerful guild, isn’t this seeking death? Knowing their guild now has no strong member, truly opposing is like an egg hitting a rock.

Even if everyone doesn’t want a bad name, no one wants to die. Looking at those few members with decent strength, they didn’t utter a word, only exchanged glances.

Gradually, everyone looked at them, wanting to see what choice they would make.

Once their choice was certain, many would follow. Outside, guild members gradually learned what happened here, and slowly gathered. The entire street was filled with their guild members, though currently at the brink of dissolution.