PFC Chapter 344 seems to have brought something extraordinary.
Chapter 344 seems to have brought something extraordinary.
"You, your 'When you see injustice, you should speak out' sounded like a squealing chicken being choked. Get out."
Chen You pointed at an orc with a blank expression.
The orc was so aggrieved that his totem pole almost fell over: "Wandering God, this is my Battle Cry talent bonus..."
"The grand formation doesn't require talent, only pure emotion. Take it away."
Supa immediately led several berserkers to rush up, grabbed the shaman, and threw him out.
"Next! Those in line outside, take your place!" Supa shouted at the top of his lungs.
Outside the moat, players across the mountains and fields eagerly awaited their arrival.
As soon as they heard there were empty seats, they surged over like zombies besieging a city.
"Let me in! I'm a graduate student in vocal music! I understand bel canto!"
"Bel canto is nothing! My grandfather was a Peking Opera singer, I know this song by heart!"
"Don't push! I'm offering my vital energy for the procession!"
Unqualified players are constantly being weeded out, and fresh blood quickly fills the gaps.
The 50,000-strong formation remained at full strength throughout.
Chen You watched the numbers on the system panel slowly jump.
[Emotional Match Rate: 85%]
[Emotional Match Rate: 93%]
"One last time!" Chen You raised the worn-out megaphone and took a deep breath.
"Sing with all your passion and conviction!"
"The great river flows eastward—"
Fifty thousand people roared in unison.
This time, there were no vocal runs, no dolphin sounds, and no fancy techniques.
They strained their voices, veins bulging, pouring their passion and youthful exuberance into this old song without reservation.
It's all about emotions.
The deafening roar soared into the sky, even shattering the snowflakes falling from the heavens.
[Emotional match: 100%!]
[Conditions met, the Yellow Springs Gathering Yin Array is now operating at full capacity!]
The rubble at the bottom of the moat trembled violently.
Black array patterns spread out from beneath Chen You, instantly outlining a massive array covering 50,000 people.
A dark red light shot into the sky, tearing the gray sky apart.
The players felt a chill run down their spines.
Wisps of white mist, visible to the naked eye, drifted from the tops of their heads and gathered in mid-air.
A system notification sounded in the ears of every player.
[Ding! You have been affected by the "Yin Gathering Array of the Underworld" and have received a temporary negative status: Yang Qi Deficiency.]
[Yang Qi Deficiency: All attributes decrease by 5% for 1 hour.]
There was no panic among the crowd; instead, a frenzied, jubilant commotion erupted.
"Holy crap! There really is a debuff! The Wandering God wasn't lying to us; the great formation is truly draining our power to suppress the evil god!"
One of the knights looked at the status bar, trembling with excitement.
"Only a 5% attribute deduction? The God of Travel is too kind! He'd rather suffer himself than take a little more from us!"
A monk opened his arms, tilted his head back, and shouted with a look of ecstasy on his face.
"God of the Road! Don't hold back! Go all out! Take it from me! I can handle it!"
A female elf player next to her stood with her legs together, hands cupped to her heart, her cheeks flushed with an eerie blush, and spoke in a coquettish voice:
"Oh my god... the spirit is sucking me... it feels so good, so safe~"
Chen You stood at the center of the formation, listening to the wild and lewd words around him, his lips twitching wildly.
These players are hopeless.
The white yang energy gathered in mid-air to form a vast sea of clouds.
Directly below the formation, the entrance to the Underworld was forcibly torn open, and dense black Yin energy gushed out like a fountain.
Yin and Yang, black and white.
The two forces collided and intertwined in mid-air.
According to Lao Mo, after these two forces are neutralized, they will condense into the purest Yellow Spring Origin, which is the key material that Chen You needs to complete his mission.
Chen You stared intently at the energy cluster in mid-air.
The black and white energies began to rotate, their speed increasing, gradually forming a huge Tai Chi vortex.
However, just as the vortex was about to shrink and take shape, a piercing alarm suddenly rang in Chen You's mind.
[WARNING! Abnormal energy injection detected!]
[Warning! The yang energy is mixed with too many complex emotions such as fanaticism, chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur), infatuation, and self-pity, causing a severe distortion of the laws of the Underworld!]
[Failed to condense the essence! The formation has undergone an unknown mutation!]
"Gah?" The giant rubber duck, which had been squatting next to Chen You watching the show, suddenly stood up.
Its yellow fur bristled as it stared intently at the vortex in mid-air.
Chen You's heart skipped a beat.
This broken formation, it can even cause food poisoning if it tries to draw out yang energy?
The vortex in mid-air did not condense into water droplets; instead, it expanded and grew larger until, with a loud "boom," it exploded into a cloud of thick black smoke.
A strong wind howled, and a pungent smell of cheap liquor wafted from the thick smoke.
"Cough cough cough..."
A violent coughing sound came from the thick smoke.
The 50,000 players fell silent instantly, drawing their weapons and staring intently at the sky.
"An evil god! It must be the evil god!" Supa roared excitedly, raising his great axe. "Brothers, prepare for battle!"
The thick smoke gradually dissipated.
A large foot wearing tattered black official boots stepped out from the void.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely burly figure slammed heavily onto the ice, causing the ground to shake.
The man was at least ten meters tall and was wearing a faded, worn-out bright red robe.
With a leopard-like head, piercing eyes, an iron face, and a bushy beard, he looked extremely fierce, like a demon who had just crawled out of hell.
He was waving a tattered folding fan in his hand, and a purplish-red wine gourd bigger than his head was hanging from his waist.
This look... Chen You was stunned.
Isn't that Zhong Kui?
The burly man let out a loud burp, exhaled a puff of black smoke, and rubbed his messy hair with his large, fan-like hand.
He looked around, first at the 50,000 players who were on high alert, and then down at Chen You, whose body was still half buried in the pile of stones.
Finally, my gaze fell upon the large, ruffled rubber duck.
"That's strange..." the big man muttered.
He put away his folding fan, pointed at Chen You, and glared angrily.
"What kind of monster is this! How dare they gather a crowd... gather a crowd to sing in broad daylight?!"
Chen You blinked but didn't reply.
Is this because the system has triggered a hidden event again? Or is it some other side quest?
The burly man was so angry his mustache stood on end: "Singing is one thing, but singing that kind of nonsensical, melody-less garbage!"
"You literally woke me up from my afternoon nap!"
"Who are you?" Chen You asked tentatively.
The burly man sneered, suddenly puffed out his chest, and an extremely terrifying pressure instantly swept across the entire area.
That oppressive force was several times stronger than the previous Star Sea King projection!
The 50,000 players were all forced to take a step back by this overwhelming force.
"Listen carefully!" the burly man's voice boomed.
"I am Zhong Bukui, the True Lord of the Underworld! I specialize in subduing all who dare to defy me and slaying all kinds of demons!"
Zhong Bukui?
Chen You's lips twitched.
It was indeed "copied" by the system.
Zhong Bukui stared with his large, copper-bell-like eyes, scanning the crowd.
"Tell me! Who was the fool who started singing that lousy song? Step forward, and I promise I won't kill him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen You raised his exposed right hand without the slightest hesitation.
His index finger pointed precisely at the orc berserker standing at the very front.
"Him." Chen You's tone was firm and unwavering.
Supa was stunned for a moment, then felt a surge of immense honor well up inside him.
The God of War is giving me a chance to shine!
He strode forward, patted his hairy chest vigorously, and proudly raised his head.
"That's right! It is I! For the sake of the gods, for the sake of suppressing the evil gods, I, Supa Meng, have no choice but to do it!"