I Can Bring In-game Items Out-Chapter 784 - 458 Combat_2

Possessing thirty percent of the Power of the main body.

If I die or am forced out of this Little World, my mission will fail, and this Little World will be sealed off, completely severing the connection with me.

And this Giant Lizard Lord will also obtain an Innate Spiritual Object, the giant lizard bloodline, and successfully complete the mission and leave.

However, if he is defeated, this True Spirit Avatar will merge into this Little World, increasing its foundation, and could even increase the chances of evolving into a Great World.

Up until now, the timeline has advanced a notch again, and Small Knife has obtained new intelligence.

This intelligence reveals that the Giant Lizard Lord's True Spirit Avatar is only an avatar, unable to bring Treasures, and unable to replenish any Energy within this Little World, consuming with every action.

Consumed Energy cannot be replenished even if the mission is completed.

So if a pyrrhic victory is achieved, although rewards are gained, this True Spirit Avatar will be lost.

Having obtained this information, Small Knife let out a sigh of relief, it seemed the system was fair.

His cheat with Personal Space had not attracted attention.

Or, Small Knife believed that his Personal Space inherently had a shielding effect.

So he planned to use it as sparingly as possible in the future, who knows when it might be discovered.

Regardless of whether it's the Five Heavens Great World or the system realizing, future development would be severely restricted.

After all, merely relying on numerous Clones and Personal Space to communicate across different worlds was heaven-defying enough.

Let alone exchanging resources.

Caution must be exercised.

However, the battlefield showed no sign of stopping.

Players, mad Warriors, were continuously sent into this world.

Constantly wearing each other down.

Now, Small Knife estimated that the native players of this world, the aboriginals, should have consumed more than half.

His consumable mad players had also consumed more than half.

However, let them consume first.

Since the opponent, that powerful one, the Giant Lizard Lord in this world, uses up Power with every bit of use, wearing down his Power to make him act is victory.

A few days went by.

The Master of the Lizardman Mini World could not hide the anxiety on their face.

This doesn't matter, as long as they cooperate, the Giant Lizard Lord would rather let the opponent consume more to satisfy their own discontent, questioning why not sacrifice the main bloodline.

Seeing but unable to obtain.

However, now, he felt it was almost over.

The players of this world have been more than half wounded or killed; even if they respawn, the stored Experience is limited, and they cannot return to the strongest Level.

If all are dead, there would be no more cannon fodder.

Likewise, the Giant Lizard Lord was shocked, the opponent released enough mad players who flinched at nothing.

More than expected, practically more than half of Little World's players.

Yet they still come continuously, making him reluctant to continue consuming.

How many, the thought of exhausting them became increasingly uncertain.

That damn Giant Spiritual Artifact.

This Giant Lizard Lord truly had techniques; after all, he was a Great World powerhouse, yet he could still not see inside that Immortal City.

He had to act.

Mission issued.

The Giant Lizard Lord's thoughts whirled, the enormous lizard phantom behind him dimming even more.

Instantly, the players on their side on the frontline let out roars, their forms bulging, their height increased by half a meter, significantly more brawny.

Full-body scales emerged and tails grew out.

Originally, lizardmen, like ordinary people when not in combat, only during combat, would their whole body emit scales.

But now they directly transformed into a large lizard.

Everyone's head lowered as if they could break through the world's limit at any time.

However, their Level did not increase.

Yes, world Upper Limit constraints.

But evaluation directly jumped from the original Elite to King Level, and once fully formed, even reached Emperor Level.

Goodness, jumping two Levels, they possessed the power comparable to a single-level Giant Dragon.

Furthermore, their eyes turned red, exuding a cold beast-like nature, roaring and charging.

However, this was only a small part, more players hesitated, checking tasks.

They're not afraid of death, willing to risk it all to protect their Little World.

However, those ahead who summoned the blood-red tails tearfully complained online, upon resurrection, they lost their bloodline.

Because the task required burning bloodline, not just sacrifice.

As such, they were destined to be weaker than other players forever after burning the bloodline, something not rectifiable by respawn or reincarnation.

Rumors of this spread widely among them.

Of course, there are those who didn't know or didn't care much, or truly wanted to give for their world.

But more chose to first check the task.

Indeed, after agreeing, they would burn their bloodline, causing most to hesitate.

"Hmph! Despicable, not willing to sacrifice for their world." He directly ordered a forced task.

This required full World Authority of the Master of the World.

The Master of the Lizardman World had already been brainwashed by him, agreeing without a thought.

Afterwards, he checked, having merely changed his color.

At this point, there was no way out, what did it matter if players burned their bloodline?

A sudden emergence of such a change.

The mad ones charging were rapidly torn apart by the lizardmen.

At first, the monsters were few, but quickly, under the forced task of the World Authority, all transformed into living large lizards.

Their madness not at all inferior to that of the mad players.

Thus, the mad players were easily annihilated.

As such, the mad ones behind them were not only unafraid, but even crazier.

Roaring, for their homeland, for the final paradise.

The blows they landed, when hitting the enemy, crushed their own fists, showing unimaginable power.

There was no second blow, as the descending black lightning had already turned them to ash.

This was the world's instinctive retaliation, who told you to exceed the world's limit without World Authority protection.

Such power, but it only left a crack on a scale of a large lizard.

The original one-on-one had now become a hundred-to-one.

A lizardman could face a hundred mad players.

And so from all directions, they rapidly closed in with the encirclement, counterattacking.

"Damn it!"

Small Knife naturally realized this immediately, his face changed.

Burning bloodline?

What a tactic.

Once the bloodline burned out, naturally finished.

But his subordinates couldn't hold on.

As the encirclement tightened, those Yin Spirit Players on the periphery had already flown in to take action.

Wrapped in black mist, swiftly charging at the lizardmen, crashing into the front line.

Now as time passed, they even started to crawl down, completely fighting like lizards.

The Yin Spirit Players struck, an assault.

Damn, at most left some faint scratches on the scales, not even considered slight damage.

Occasionally hitting weak points was like a drop in the ocean.

It was easy for the lizardmen to protect their weak spots.

Their instinct to protect vital points seemed sharper than in player Status. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

These Yin Spirit Players could only tangle, barely slowing their advance, not block them.

The only good news was that struck by these giant lizards, their form turning into black mist, they could condense and recover swiftly.

The surrounding black mist could also supplement.

What to do?

However, what Small Knife saw was different, these lizardmen attacks inherently carried an unknown Power, requiring at least double the Active Yin Qi to recover for the shattered Yin Spirit Players.

This might be the Power beyond the Fifth Realm, only seen in a Great World.

Even without targeting, it had notable effects.

What to do.

Fortunately, after all these days, Small Knife couldn't have just waited, he was also already prepared with some measures in advance.

Immediately, the patrolling Yin Spirit Players hovering around the Immortal City all flew back inside.

All these days.

Inside the city echoed with a host of Golden Armor Zombies.

From early on, Small Knife naturally wouldn't refrain from cultivating Golden Armor Zombies for himself.

Fifth Realm Golden Armor Zombies, even under world suppression, still retained solid Defense at the Fifth Realm.

Even if the world's instinctive suppression had a less evident impact on Defense compared to Attack, it was the reason lizardmen could fend off mad players' attacks.

After all, the world's instinctive suppression was simply to inherently protect its own world.