I Can Bring In-game Items Out

One battle serves as two, with no stakes, only for the sake of pride.

Soon, led by the vice president of the Holy Sanctuary, formations were arranged in the nearby sea, with over a thousand Sea Tyrant Dragons, each ridden by subordinates with unified talismans, resembling an organized army, forming a great array.

This is definitely not something that can be trained in the short term.

"This is one of our means to counter the cultivation sects, our foundation and trump card," the vice president felt a mix of emotions.

Punishment was inevitable; the position of vice president would surely be lost.

Yet in this battle, he decided, after consideration, to go all out.

Darkly, he thought to himself that it would be better if they lost, preferably a crushing defeat.

Only then would the punishment remain unchanged, but the higher-ups would recognize the enemy's strength, and he would not be considered incompetent, leaving room for a comeback.

However, Elder Hai Bao Long and a few others did not participate and quietly left.

Indeed, they left early, as if the outcome of this battle no longer concerned them.

The strength and numbers of the opponent were systematically assessed, and combat points were calculated.

Small Knife's side would deploy an equivalent number of combat points and then engage in battle.

As for magical treasures and spirit talismans, there were no restrictions.

The opponent had already set up their formation.

Small Knife naturally planned to participate personally, and they were well-prepared.

Stationed on Small Knife, the first flying ship in the true sense commanded by Small Knife, took off for the first time.

Because it was so large, it was previously used as a cannon platform.

Now, it was flying, and the players on board were thrilled.

They thought this thing couldn't fly.

Many players even believed it was a special building, just a ship-shaped cannon platform, unable to enter the water due to its massive size. Who could carry it to the sea?

Now, under their incredulous eyes, it actually flew.

My heavens.

It soared, seemingly as if a city had taken flight.

In addition to this flying ship, there were eleven more behind, significantly smaller, like eleven small dots, tiny and inconspicuous by comparison.

The players on the flying ship were excited, many of whom were only Level 30, among the elite of new players emerging alongside Small Knife.

Participating in such a grand battle naturally filled them with excitement.

To qualify for participation meant they were the best in visualization techniques.

"Level 30? Players at Levels 20-30 also participating? In such numbers? Such weak strength, like ants? What's the meaning of this?" the vice president reviewed the opponent's intelligence as well.

Previously somewhat underestimating this one, focusing attention instead on the Nine Heavens, Four Seas Guilds.

Now, paying attention, the vice president discovered many pieces of information, not hidden secrets, just previously dismissed and not wanting to waste time on ants, as the indigenous cultivation sects were the main focus.

Thinking these were smoke screens from the two major guilds, if they were truly crucial, how could they be found online so easily?

At this moment, seeing the enormous flying ship slowly lift off from the island.

My god, it's too huge.

The Holy Sanctuary players, initially confident, were struck with seriousness and tension.

No time for nonsense, several leading captains took out top-grade talisman-level insect shells.

These were refined from the shells of mother insects at the demon beast level, a method unique to the South Worm.

Years of development cultivated the foundation of the Holy Sanctuary Guild.

"Holy Sanctuary, rise." the vice president shouted.

Instantly, everyone present released a bug.

These bugs were of various kinds, resembling beasts more than insects.

For instance, there were rabbit, bird shapes as well.

But all were small, the largest being the size of a fingertip.

They matched the strength of their masters.

These were insect beasts unique to the Southern Insect Realm, each player in the Southern Insect Realm having a life-bound insect beast.

These insect beasts quickly fell onto the insect shells.

Covered with insect beasts, all of the top-grade talisman insect shells emitted a faint gray light.

Even strengthened by these life-bound insect beasts, they broke through limits and reached the level of a junior-level magical artifact.

The gray light rapidly spread out.

Soon it connected, enveloping the entire sea area like the sky.

"Tyrant Dragon, emerge!"

The vice president shouted again.

All the violent dragon beasts opened their mouths, spewing a beam of bloody light into the sky.

After ejecting essence blood, the violent dragon beasts appeared somewhat listless.

The bloody light in the air condensed together, twisting, and formed a massive, sky-encompassing blood-red violent dragon beast phantom.

Within the Celestial Net's scope, the level rapidly soared.

Even reaching Level 170, which is Qi Cultivation Advanced.

But Small Knife didn't consider this equal to an advanced qi cultivation-level cultivator, unless possessing a middle-grade magical artifact, perhaps there was some possibility.

"Holy Sanctuary, rise, heart-blood connection!"

"Southern Domain Insect Array, Great Slash Divine Might."

At this point, the vice president unleashed his strongest trump card.

Originally as a precaution, certain it wouldn't be needed, preparing to defend against possible indigenous Immortal Masters.

The result is...!

Winning this battle would eradicate all your participants, including that first in the public beta.

In doing so, even with a lost contract, there should be leeway since contracts aren't infallible; strength is what matters.

If defeated, accepting blame, the higher-ups would understand the formidable strength of the enemy — not a fault in battle, nor truly incompetent.

On the other side.

Small Knife watched the overwhelming gray fog-covered area in the distance, where the enemies loomed faintly.

A massive blood-red violent dragon beast phantom coiled atop the gray zone, eyeing keenly.

It must've been nearly a thousand meters long.

Resembling a giant horned serpent.

At this time, the level was still climbing, Level 180, Level 190!

Who knew why, but it seemed to be one with the gray fog realm.

Small Knife wasn't stingy; both Xiu'Er and Little Cultivator nearby had the same right to view, granted by Small Knife.

Xiu'Er's face was filled with stars, showing interest in the array's application.

Little Cultivator, adept in talisman techniques, knew the foundation of the array was talismans. Though not proficient in arrays, he saw more and explained directly to Small Knife on the spot.

The Nine Heavens and Four Seas Guilds had little intelligence on the Holy Sanctuary Guild, mostly speculative, with rumors of formidable Insect Realm, but that's all.

Relying on the Celestial Net's authority, derived from the Earth God's reason, as the Celestial Net transmitted signals centered around the Earth God, covering the area.

Thus Small Knife, as the authority, could see more; once entered, strength would be suppressed.

The Gray Fog Realm was shocking, and overhead, the Blood Tyrant Dragon exuded an aura of power.

Unfortunately, this flying ship was too massive.

As it entered, in comparison, this, wasn't it a little bug?

Indeed, it's not about ignorance, but about the fear of comparison.

No choice, for Small Knife's first move, massive resources were expended, and the Spirit Pattern Diagram originated from a Master of the World.

Intended as a water city setup, not only for habitation but also for fish farming.

The result, consequently.

A moment of negligence.

Led to absurdly enormous size.

If using Small Knife's spirit pattern diagram, it wouldn't even amount to one-tenth, or even one percent of the size.

At this time, relying on hints dominated the momentum over the opponent.

"Sacrifice, full power!" Small Knife, unwilling to waste words, issued via the task system.

Rewards naturally corresponded to the amount sacrificed.

Seeing the sacrifice benefits offered in this task, players were ecstatic.

As rumored, Brother Dao delivers as expected.

Immediately, they sat cross-legged and began to sacrifice themselves.

Slightly regretting that they didn't master the Visualization Skill well enough to earn more rewards.

But those truly envious were the spectators onshore who weren't on the ship.

Small Knife casually issued tasks, although only those on the ship could accept them, players who practiced visualization could also see the tasks.

Especially the rewards, the real reason they were envious.

Even so, on the giant ship, there were several tens of thousands of players eligible to accept tasks.

No choice, according to the system evaluation, a single Hundred Level ordinary person can easily equal more than a hundred novice players here.

The system was fair.

Because despite the numbers, truly fighting, a Hundred Level one would directly obliterate these Level 20-30 ones like chopping vegetables.

But now.