Summoning Players into My Game-Chapter 675 - 357: Bro, Are You Sure You’re Here to Be a Prisoner? Or Is This a Reward? (Part 2)

Chapter 675: Chapter 357: Bro, Are You Sure You’re Here to Be a Prisoner? Or Is This a Reward? (Part 2)

The system granted him the ability to summon players, and it also allowed him to sense the location of all players. Although he couldn’t determine the exact distance, he could gauge roughly how far away they were.

The group of players right now was already tens of millions of kilometers away from him, and they were still moving farther away at an accelerating speed. He couldn’t understand what these players had done over by the shelter.

He knew that the players were heading to the Restricted Area Shelter for support, and he even considered it a good thing.

Firstly, without any effort on his part, the players could quickly level up. Secondly, through the battles between the shelter and the Insect Race, he could roughly assess the combat strength of the Insect Race, essentially achieving two goals with one action.

But he never expected that these players could make it into space.

"Should I directly cut the connection?" Lin Qi hesitated as he watched the group of players moving farther away, uncertain whether to sever their connection.

Moving at such a speed in space was clearly abnormal. If the players moved beyond his sensory range, and if they died out there, they might not even have a chance to resurrect and could end up permanently in Blue Star.

This would undoubtedly cause a huge stir on Blue Star, and the number of people willing to play Descent of High Martial would decrease significantly, which was something he wanted to avoid.

Of course, this was just his speculation, thinking that player sensing might have some connection with player summoning. It might not be related at all, and as for how far this player sensing could reach, he was also uncertain.

Just as Lin Qi was hesitating whether to let the group of distant players die, the system panel connected to Blue Star’s official forum suddenly saw several posts becoming popular.

Brothers! This game has a space map, with pictures to prove it!

I’ve become a captive of aliens in the game, live streaming my first day as a captive!

...

As Lin Qi clicked open these posts, he was stunned.

"What are they trying to do?" Lin Qi muttered as he looked at the cosmic battleship images displayed in the posts. Some players were even live-streaming, and he was at a loss for words about these players.

Of all the places to play, they chose to go to the Insect Race’s headquarters. They must really want to die and experience being parasitized.

Although, in his view, players can’t really be parasitized. Correctly speaking, once parasitized, a player’s body would naturally perish. The Insect Race’s parasitism was like a parasite, directly controlling the brain, extinguishing the consciousness of the host, thereby replacing the host’s consciousness with their own. So, at the moment of parasitism, the host was dead, and the Insect Race would take over everything of the host.

And once a player dies, their body would naturally perish, making the Insect Race waste their parasitic time, while the player would merely experience the feeling of being parasitized.

However, Lin Qi thought that players being captured by the Insect Race wasn’t bad either. It was a good opportunity to investigate the Insect Race’s situation, making it easier to deal with them in the future. Since he wasn’t the one dying, he dismissed the idea of cutting the connection and continued to observe the players’ situation.

Meanwhile, on the second-class Life Planet of the Insect Race, Prison Dragon Star.

In a magnificent hall towering at the city’s peak, over a hundred Insect Race men and women, all wearing legion commander attire, gathered. Their appearances and races varied, and although most sat around a round table, they were virtual projections; only twenty to thirty were physically present.

If Ye Qinglu were here, she would recognize some of these Insect Race legion commanders, including the golden-haired unicorn man who had attacked the Sky Dome Shelter and Gus Ang, who had recently attacked the Frost Shelter.

Though they gathered here, few spoke, yet their gaze hinted at provocation. It wasn’t until a holographic projection appeared on the tall golden throne at the head of the round table that they all stood up straight, with an indescribable respect in their eyes.

The holographic projection depicted a figure over twenty meters tall, whose skin resembled rocky texture, colored gray, humanoid in appearance, but with luminous eyes, a member of the Titan race among the many cosmic civilizations.

Despite being just a holographic projection, its majesty made the legion commanders present feel a shiver, as if they were being watched by a deity.

"The time for the next delivery is imminent, and I hope you can all fulfill your quotas promptly," the Titan man said in a low voice, glancing around, "This time, the Imperial Country has produced many formidable geniuses, so they highly value this batch of goods. The one who makes the greatest contribution will be rewarded with a joint creation of several pseudo-gods, a Shared Soul Crystal, enabling better integration with the hosts and significantly enhancing your potential. Cherish this opportunity."

As the Titan man’s image faded, the eyes of the legion commanders gleamed bright with excitement.

The Shared Soul Crystal, something only pseudo-gods at the Divine Fusion Realm could create, required several pseudo-gods collaborating for over twenty years to produce a batch. Even in the vast Imperial Country, few could obtain a single one.

Even the talented offspring in the Divine Fusion Realm might never acquire one in their lifetime.

If they could get one, their chances of advancing to the Divine Fusion Realm would significantly increase.

As the golden-haired unicorn man and Gus Ang prepared to leave, a middle-aged Feather Race man more than four meters tall with eight wings suddenly called out to them.

"Shax, Gus Ang, I heard your recent capture mission took quite a loss. Not only did you not capture many people, but you also suffered serious injuries. How about giving me those two shelters?" the Feather Race man said with a smile. "Of course, I won’t treat you poorly. I’ll replace the people you’re lacking, and for the next mission, I can take both of you to a third-class breeding planet. The high-quality goods there far outnumber those on this fourth-class breeding planet."