My Players' Second Playthrough

"Tower of the Abyss, this is the Cerberus. We have reached the critical point and are ready to break through the world barrier."

"Cerberus, this... sizzling... tower, the world... sizzling... strange... dangerous..."

The intermittent interdimensional communication cast a layer of gloom on the captain's expression.

This is a remote place in World Tree, so it is normal for the signal to be poor.

But thousands of years of towing experience made the captain realize that there was a high probability that something would go wrong next.

The target to be dragged this time is a new seed world. The "corrosive liquid" that melted the world's civilization was injected thousands of years ago, and now it is time to extract it.

If nothing else, this will be a simple errand of going through the process.

But in this business, if nothing unexpected happens, it would be an accident. The captain is already ready for battle.

"Master, we have broken through the world wall and are evaluating the drag resistance."

While the captain was distracted, the Cerberus had already penetrated into the seed world.

The flesh-and-blood battleship from the abyss stretched out scarlet flesh tentacles, and the densely packed eyes on the tentacles opened together, like hungry locusts, staring greedily at this fresh world.

[Resistance level: ③].

This is the message on the data panel, which means that in this world that has been injected with "corrosive fluid", there are still three civilizations that have not been dissolved.

This is normal. After all, the "corrosive liquid" comes from the abyss, and several lords want to reach out. The quality is naturally not as good as the good products on the market. If there is a little corner left, it will be cleaned up in the worst case.

The captain looked at the data on the panel and ordered the ship to sail to the largest civilization. Upon arrival, he immediately commanded the ship to open fire.

The tentacles of flesh and blood are entangled together, and the eyeballs on them are constantly mingling. The sound of the eyeballs breaking seems to form a strange rhythm, madly blaspheming everything around them.

The moment all the eyeballs burst, a scarlet ray with a width of 100 meters cut through the solid wall of Iron Wall City, melted the coast of the Capital of Elements, and split the entire alliance into two.

The captain stared at the ravine reaching to the horizon, obviously not satisfied with the result.

This blasphemous scarlet ray was supposed to turn all the targets it hit into crazy flesh altars like a plague.

And all mortals who see the flesh and blood altar will be transformed into new flesh and blood altars.

This emission line alone can destroy some low-value worlds.

But the barrier that shrouded civilization purified the scarlet rays into ordinary light cannons with just a moment of contact.

A blow worth 500 energy points was wasted like this with no results.

The captain twitched in pain. Before he could prepare for the second wave of attacks, the Cerberus's void shield automatically operated, as if it was under attack.

The attacker was a native. He was an E-class trash before, but he became an S-class in an instant.

Why is there still an S-class?

Is the quality of the "corrosive liquid" sent from the abyss so poor?

The captain stared at the S-class natives. After a while, he understood the natives' methods.

I see……

The S-class people in this world avoid the erosion of "corrosive fluid" by downgrading themselves.

They store the power they gave up in a certain container so that they can return to their peak when needed, but they can only break out this time.

The natives attacking the ship now are like a lizard escaping with its tail cut off.

How sad.

In order to deal with the "corrosive liquid", each world has different methods.

In the theater of pleasure in the abyss, there are farces based on them.

I actually watched a comedy show for free.

The captain was tired of seeing the clown-like natives and ordered the crew:

"Release the combat team."

Suddenly, the side "gills" of the flesh and blood battleship opened, and 10 combat groups wearing slave collars flew out from the Cerberus's void shield.

These controlled slaves only retained the most primitive desire to kill.

And as S+ level experts, each of them is stronger than this S level native.

The only hope left in this world suddenly showed an expression of astonishment and spoke a language he couldn't understand, and he didn't know if he was begging for mercy.

The "hope" of every world is like this. The captain felt that he was getting tired of seeing it, but he still couldn't take his eyes away and admired it with interest.

Suddenly, another force burst out of thin air, and it turned out that there was still hope for a second S-class.

The captain's eyes widened as the third S-class aura appeared, followed by the fourth, fifth, and sixth...

In less than a minute, like magic, exactly 1,000 S-class natives covered the entire sky and surrounded the Cerberus.

Moreover, each of these 1,000 S-level natives has different methods.

What the hell is going on? ! !

The captain almost suspected that he was hallucinating.

The void shield has been overloaded to 300%, and the energy index has dropped to 82%. It can last for at most 8 minutes before it is attacked by the natives.

The captain immediately wanted to jump, but the surrounding space was frozen by the natives.

He was really in pain, and had no choice but to release the most precious pseudo-SS class on the ship.

A woman with a fairy spirit walked out from the platform of the flesh and blood battleship.

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She held a green jade sword and wore a wriggling flesh and blood collar around her neck. The moment she stepped out of the battleship's void shield——

Everything around him started to crumble.

The time stop, the domain, the seal... all turned into the sword controlled by the woman and attacked the natives.

The Hellhound immediately jumped and disappeared in front of thousands of S-level natives.

The captain came to the other side of the world.

He immediately ordered the ship to extract the juice of the rotten world.

Countless suction cups stretched out from the flesh and blood warship, madly sucking the corruption below.

The concentration of corruption in the place where the flesh and blood warship sucked was rapidly decreasing. After only one minute of sucking, 40 million points of energy were extracted.

How much? ! !

The captain realized the problem.

This new seed world is too rich, isn't it?

He immediately ordered that after the Hellhound was fully pumped, it would directly escape from this world.

A senior crew member asked if this meant stopping the dragging of the world and giving up the pseudo-SS-level war slaves. The captain gave a positive answer.

He has been in the dragging industry for tens of thousands of years, so he naturally developed a certain vision.

Although the 1,000 S-level natives can only burst out for a short period of time, they are definitely just the tip of the iceberg of this world.

Don't think about dragging this place into the abyss, it will be too late if you don't leave now!

After extracting 2 billion points of energy, the Hellhound rushed to the clouds, intending to drill out of this world.

This trip has absorbed so much energy, and it has made a lot of money.

The Hellhound broke through the clouds, but outside the clouds was not the familiar world tree, but a chaotic and distorted weird space.

In the captain's room, the eyeball in the transparent jar hurriedly ordered to collect data.

The crew, whose heads were wrapped by the flesh suckers, immediately executed the orders of the eyeball captain.

The tentacles of the flesh battleship stretched out, and new eyeballs began to grow, densely packed like sand, greedily staring at this dream world.

Suddenly, the eyeball captain in the glass jar saw a huge pupil.

The next moment, cracks appeared in the void shield, and the hull of the Hellhound was damaged.

The space around him was constantly shattering, like a child concentrating on disassembling toys, seriously destroying the shaking flesh and blood warship.

The captain stared at the calm eyes, and his eyes changed from shock at the beginning to enlightenment now. Through the sound device of the glass jar, this eyeball that has lived for ten thousand years murmured:

"SS-level..."

"This is the new main domain world."