It's just that you start with a favorable environnt for developnt; even a pig could control the Black Tide in a favorable wind and swallow everything.
What about ?
I had to utilize all kinds of tactics, calculating resource consumption and finding strategies to conquer.
Disaster Reversal Tactics, ntal Taunt Tactics, Player Infiltration Plan, Treasure Box Strategy, Information Gathering Tactics, Data Simulation Strategy... I can't afford to stop for a mont just to survive, can they compare?
In the words of a player, it's like drawing an SSR starting point; even rolling your face across the keyboard could win, it's so easy my grandma could play it with her feet for a perfect victory. Who are you trying to fool!
If it were the Black Tide with equal resources and power, I could beat them until they doubt their existence.
Listening to the Earth Thought Evil Spirit's crazy complaints, the Evil Eye silently nodded.
It completely agreed with these words.
In fact, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit was always playing in high-level matches.
If it weren't for the Player Clan and the Insect Race constraints, its developnt pace would have already broken through the Emperor's Tomb Mountain Range, far from today's difficult situation.
Thinking of this, the Evil Eye spoke up to provide emotional value:
"Earth Thought, those warriors who can only steamroll brainlessly, are just trash that win in favorable situations."
"And you, my Commander." The Evil Eye looked at the Earth Thought Evil Spirit, its voice laced with respect:
"You're playing with Life's gambit, every step is a precipice, every battle is growth, even breathing requires energy calculations... you are, in my eyes, the strongest new-generation Evil Spirit Commander, at least in the Pale Continent Region."
"Shut up." The Earth Thought Evil Spirit glared.
"Oh."
The Evil Eye's complints made the Earth Thought Evil Spirit even more uncomfortable.
Amidst the swirling thoughts, it took a deep breath:
"Evil Eye, maybe we can find another way to gain external resources from other nodes."
"I don't understand." The Evil Eye was sowhat confused by these words.
"Other nodes refuse our assistance simply because of face and performance concerns." The Earth Thought Evil Spirit said slowly:
"But if we change our mindset, offering developntal support as collaborators instead of acting as benevolent strongn?"
The Evil Eye's pupils slowly shrank into a thin line:
"You an, packaging substitute fighting as strategic investnt?"
"Exactly." The Earth Thought Evil Spirit nodded with a smile:
"There are many nodes in similar situations to ours; even if temporarily trapped in a developntal bottleneck, they yearn to break through blockades. Our assistance is undoubtedly tily help."
"The concrete plan is to inject part of the resources in the form of cooperation, negotiate for warfare profits, then look for opportunities to provide commanding support, thereby earning more external resource profits, achieving mutual benefits and a win-win outco."
"After all, warriors from other nodes don't want to admit their need for charity, but with external support for cooperation, it's a form of help that other nodes find hard to refuse."
The Evil Eye imdiately understood the Earth Thought Evil Spirit's idea:
"Turning substitute fighting into investnt?"
"That's right; it has another benefit. Once there's a cooperation, you can establish a certain level of trust. In the future, nodes that have worked with us and face difficulties will think of turning to first for assistance, gradually building a long-term cooperation trust relationship. If I encounter trouble later and request support, they have no reason not to help."
"This gives the opportunity to establish a resource allocation chain, constructing a resource network woven by ..."
After hearing the Earth Thought Evil Spirit's analysis, the Evil Eye nodded:
"Not a bad idea; this way, you can also bypass the king's oversight, as it is an agreent signed while both nodes still have their Evil Spirit warriors alive... let's give it a try then."
Following the Earth Thought Evil Spirit's thinking, the Evil Eye sent the ssage to other nodes.
3 hours later.
The Sky Pool Node received a ssage.
The Evil Eye then raised its head to look at the Earth Thought Evil Spirit:
"Earth Thought, we've got a job, are you in?"
Upon hearing the reminder, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit imdiately perked up:
"What job?"
"The opposing node doesn't require your combat command, but needs you to provide resource assistance."
"How much of my resources do they need?"
"Seven-tenths of our node's resources, and they'll be fully returned after the battle, with an additional 20% of the battle's resource profits."
"Are they trying to fool a beggar, asking for seven-tenths of my resources and only giving 20%!?" The veins on Earth Thought's forehead throbbed, feeling the demand was simply too excessive.
"Are you in or not?"
"I'm in!"
Despite feeling dissatisfied, it still agreed decisively.
Without replying, the Evil Eye watched as the Tower suddenly trembled, the dark tower body lighting up with dense, dark red points of light, pulsing like blood vessels.
The energy data packet composed of Black Tide Energy eventually shot out from the top of the tower, transforming into a jet-black light beam shooting towards the sky's Evil Moon, pulling a long black trail in the air.
Using the Evil Moon as a relay station, energy resources were rapidly transferred.
"Let's follow and take a look."
"I need to apply; you are not authorized to go to other nodes without permission."
"Quickly."
...
Pale Continent, Land of Embers.
The mont consciousness descended on the node tower, the eye was t with a scene of decay and desolation.
The scorched black earth was full of cracks, like a shattered web, extending in all directions.
Curls of murky black smoke rose from the fissures from ti to ti, carrying a pungent sll.
At the level of perception, only bare mountains remained, rocks scorched black and shattered by high temperatures, while fierce winds ravaged the land, howling mournfully, as if countless Vengeful Souls were wailing.
Not far away, dried-up rivers were like ugly scars etched across the scorched earth.
The riverbeds were covered with cracked clumps of dirt, and piled with twisted, deford black remnants.
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