Having made his decision, Bohaus left his throne and went to the towering altar deep within the Island, built with massive manpower and resources.
He took a deep breath, cut his own finger, letting blood flow into the formation on the altar, then half‑kneeling, he prayed devoutly.
"Supreme Lord, please hear the voice of your devout follower and grant me great power to crush all evil before us!"
On the altar, the blood traced a special path through the formation, then burst, forming a vague crimson silhouette that appeared before Bohaus.
"Speak, what trouble have you encountered?"
The crimson figure spoke lightly, its tone devoid of any emotion.
It seemed as if it were the supreme being itself, able to decide the life and death of all things with a single thought, detached from everything.
"Supreme Lord! I... your devout follower now faces a rocket attack from heretics! We are on the brink of annihilation!"
"Please, my lord, have mercy and descend your ultimate might to drive away those evil heretics' Rockets!"
Bohaus lowered his head, his face full of reverence.
"Oh? Rockets? Who?"
The crimson figure asked, still without any emotional fluctuation.
"It was... the heretic you once designated for elimination—Bei Ming! He launched ten Rockets at us!"
Bohaus hurriedly explained, even embellishing, recounting Lin Bei's crimes in the Trading Hall, and swiftly tagged Lin Bei with labels such as "Disrespectful of My Lord," "Scornful of All Life," "Spreading Chaos," and "Blood‑thirsty."
"Is it him?"
The crimson figure sounded a hint of surprise.
But it soon vanished.
"Rockets are indeed a nuisance for you right now."
"But with me here, you will be safe."
"Even the highest‑grade Rockets only reach Perfect level. I will grant you a formation Barrier that can defend against any attack below the Transcendent tier. Once activated, it will cover a hundred‑mile radius and block all sub‑Transcendent assaults."
"As for replenishing its energy, you only need to consume some primal stones."
"Moreover, you mentioned that the heretic's Island is surrounded by Automatic Cannons that have slain many followers. I will give you a blueprint for an Excellent Grade Warship; with this, you can produce a mighty vessel whose range exceeds those cannons."
"When the time comes, you can lead your troops to eradicate the heretic's Island in one stroke."
"Alright, the specifics are yours to handle."
"Enough. The spiritual energy in the mortal world is too thin; my power is limited. Within three days, do not contact me again."
With that, the crimson figure gradually faded.
"I shall obey my lord's command!"
Bohaus crawled on the ground, seeing the lord off.
As the crimson figure vanished, the altar's formation glimmered faintly, revealing a crystal star map and a purple‑glowing blueprint before him.
"Excellent! With these, that petty Bei Ming will never match the Order Beacon!"
"We aim to become the beacon for all Survivors! He's just an evil heretic; I, the chief, will personally lead an army to take him down!"
Seeing the map and blueprint's attributes, Bohaus shook off his gloom, his face showing unrestrained arrogance.
He felt triumphant again!
"In this world, no one can rival the Lord!"
"As the Lord's most devout followers, we will stand out in the Survival Trials and glorify His name!"
...Bohaus returned to the conference hall, looking at the twelve Round Table Knights still waiting anxiously, a smile forming on his face.
"Everyone, relax. I've just contacted the Lord; he gave us two items. Take a look at their stats."
Bohaus raised his hand, and information about the two items instantly appeared in the air above the table.
"It's a Perfect‑grade defensive barrier and an Excellent Grade Warship blueprint! The Lord truly is omnipotent! With these, we can not only fully block Bei Ming's rocket attacks but also march on his Island and destroy it personally!"
"Exactly! Our edge members detected that the automatic defense cannons on Bei Ming's Island have a range under ten kilometers, while the blueprint shows the warship's cannons reach eighty kilometers. We can strike his Island from afar, letting him die in endless terror and helplessness!"
"The only issue is the warship's materials are rare; with all the resources of our entire organization, we can only craft five Excellent Grade Warships."
"Ha, five warships are enough! We'll keep one at the main base and dispatch the other four to block the four directions of Bei Ming's Island. He'll have no escape!"
After hearing Bohaus's item details, the twelve knights instantly relaxed their tone.
They quickly formulated a counter‑attack plan against the enemy.
Bohaus smiled and nodded, fully agreeing with everyone's suggestions.
In his view, they were already invincible; all that remained was to defend against the Rockets, launch the warships, and within two days the name "Bei Ming" would disappear forever from the Survivors' regional channel.
He looked forward to seeing the public chat channel system pop up a death notice that Bei Ming was killed by a warship missile.
"Alright, the matter is perfectly resolved. Next, we must establish our Lord's authority among those ignorant Survivors!"
"Later we'll do a live broadcast so those rude ignorants can witness how powerful the Lord's bestowed power truly is!"
"I believe after they see Bei Ming's defeat with their own eyes, they'll willingly abandon their prejudice and embrace the Lord."
Bohaus spoke calmly, his tone full of confidence.
"Hmph, those people should just be eliminated outright! Then we'll reap plenty of resources!"
One bearded, rugged man among the twelve knights snorted.
"Lawrence, don't be too impulsive. Those people can be a continuous source of slaves for us; keeping them alive to keep extracting resources yields more profit than killing them outright."
Beside the bearded man, a brown‑haired middle‑aged gentleman with a curved moustache flicked his beard and said elegantly, "Besides, we are the Lord's evangelists, not blood‑thirsty demons."
"Impulsiveness... is a devil."
"Hmph."
The bearded man scoffed, stood up, and walked toward the conference hall's exit.
"I'm going to inspect the outer outpost."
He left without looking back.
"Alas, I meant no harm. My earlier words were only a kind reminder."
"I never expected him to be so rude—oh dear, I'm truly heartbroken."
The middle‑aged man with a curled mustache and brown hair shrugged helplessly and sighed.
Only his smiling mouth revealed that he was actually in a great mood, with not a hint of the sorrow he mentioned.
"Alright, stop airing your grievances publicly. We're all chosen emissaries of the Master; seeking common ground while respecting differences is key."
"Our ultimate goal is to expand the organization's size and strength, so… stop saying things that undermine internal unity!"
"Otherwise, I'll report directly to our Lord and have him judge your infighting!"
Bohaus frowned, gave a brief glance at the twelve knights surrounding the Circle, and said gravely, "I'm not joking, so… you'd better restrain yourselves from now on."
Sure enough, as soon as Bohaus finished speaking, the others' expressions changed, a flash of fear appearing in their eyes.
"Yes, Leader!"
They hurriedly saluted.
"Fine, I'll set up a defensive barrier myself shortly. As for you, return to your respective bases and continue ordering your subordinates to gather more supplies."
"Understood."
Seeing that Bohaus didn't continue to blame them, the twelve knights breathed a sigh of relief and quickly rose to leave.
Although the twelve knights had also received the Master's blessing and were far stronger than ordinary Survivors, Bohaus, as their leader, was more powerful than all of them combined!
Moreover, the crucial point was that only their leader could use the altar to contact the Master.
Thus, faced with Bohaus's reprimand, they were still very fearful.
"Hmph, these twelve knights… fine, they must have some assistants handling minor tasks. I'll turn a blind eye to their petty squabbles."
Bohaus looked at the fleeing silhouettes, curled his lip, and let out a cold snort.
Then, leaning on the golden throne, he leisurely took out an invigorating cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.
"Phew— I have to admit, this world is far better for me than the Blue Star!"
"Beautiful women, power, resources… everything one could wish for!"
"And I can wield strength like a superhero!"
"Island Survival? Ha, to me it's nothing but a game of Island domination!"
"Looking across the whole sea, the only person who threatens my supremacy is that kid called Bei Ming."
"But soon, he'll vanish from this world completely!"
"When that happens… with my methods and the Master's aid, I'll surely dominate the entire sea in a short time and become the true overlord!"
"Hmm… just thinking about it gets me wildly excited!"
As Bohaus exhaled the smoke, a flash of madness flickered in his eyes.
Soon, after finishing the cigarette, he produced a Barrier array, set the defense strength to Perfect level, and let the defensive barrier cover all waters within a hundred li around.
Thus, both his central Island and the twelve surrounding strategic bases became utterly impenetrable.
"Heh, want to fire a few Rockets for fun? Let's see whether your Rockets can stir up any ripples before my Perfect-Level Defensive Barrier."
"Can't wait to see your shocked faces when every Rocket is effortlessly blocked by the Barrier on the livestream."
"Honestly, I'm already getting impatient."
Bohaus's mouth curved into a cruel smile: "Now is the time to let all Survivors witness the might of the Order Beacon."
"If they willingly submit and join us, that's fine; if they dare resist… hehehe."
From the throne came a low, chilling chuckle… "No, I disagree! You still don't have permission to enter a Hell‑level or higher Underworld."
Dahei's face hardened, and he said gravely, "Even if you go find Lady Aleria, it won't work."
"To be honest, under normal circumstances, unlocking a Hell‑level or higher Instance Dungeon requires the Island to reach level 10!"
"Your suggestion might speed things up a bit, but you still need at least an level‑8 Island and raise it to level 80!"
"Lady Aleria may be an Overseer, but her authority isn't unlimited. Above her are the Inspectors and the Dominators."
"What you're doing could very well endanger her!"
Dahei said solemnly, "Our faction is currently the target of many eyes outside, so… you'd better spare Lady Aleria some worry."
"Is that so? Very well."
Lin Bei could only nod helplessly, "Then just let me enter the King‑Level Dungeon region."
Since communication failed, he settled for the next best option and chose to enter a King‑Level Instance Dungeon.
"What? You want to enter a King‑Level Dungeon? Are you sure about that?"
"Of course I'm sure. What's with that look? Does the King‑Level difficulty have something different?"
"Definitely. In a King‑Level Instance, you can't use a teleport crystal to return directly. You'll have to find a spatial node yourself and Teleport back."
"Are spatial nodes hard to find?"
"Hmm… they're pretty tricky. Their locations refresh randomly, so if you're unlucky, even wiping out all the Mist Monsters in the area might leave you trapped for a long time."
"Also, the time you spend returning is closely tied to your run's evaluation score."
Dahei explained patiently:
"So, if you want a high rating in a King‑Level Dungeon, you need not only strong power but also good luck."
"Besides, King‑Level difficulty drops a brand‑new item—the King's Medal, a higher‑tier exchange resource you can use in the King's Shop to purchase rarer items and resources."
Lin Bei showed a thoughtful expression.
After a while, he spoke directly, "I'll give the King‑Level a try first; if it fails, I'll pick another difficulty."
He's the Lucky Ambassador, so luck shouldn't be an issue for him.
Thus, he plans to challenge the King‑Level Dungeon Instance and see what he can gain from a single run.
He's also curious about the King's Medal and the King's Shop Dahei mentioned.
"Alright, follow me."
Dahei, seeing Lin Bei's decision after careful thought, said nothing and walked straight to the Dungeon Entrance, opening a special Teleport formation.
"Sincere favor, ten high-grade prime stones."
Dahei extended his palm and said cheerfully.
"How many? Ten? Or high-grade prime stones? The entry fee's that pricey?"
"Hehe, don't get excited. You get what you pay for—once you Teleport over, you'll understand!"
Dahei chuckled and explained, "The King-Level Dungeon World isn't simple at all! If you're lucky enough, you might even get supreme quality primordial stones from it!"
"supreme quality primordial stones inside?!"
Lin Bei was truly shocked by that.
"Yes, indeed!"
Dahei nodded with a smile and added, "And... there are Survivors from the High-Level Survival World! If you can defeat them, you can also loot resources from that world!"
Pointing at the lucky pendant on Lin Bei's chest, Dahei continued, "You'll need a tool to repair that pendant; if you're fortunate, it might even drop!"
But soon Dahei's expression darkened and he shifted tone, "Of course, opportunity comes with danger. You can hunt others, and others can hunt you."
"I suggest you keep a low profile once inside; otherwise, if you die there... I'll fall back into slumber again."
Dahei said helplessly, "Sure, you can bring those Disqualified Ones with you. Each of them has 100,000 Combat Power, so if trouble arises, they can guard your back."
"You want me to bring them along?"
Lin Bei smiled at Dahei.
"Of course! Uh... ahem, not that I'm doing this for your safety! If you bring them all, your odds improve even more."
Dahei blurted out his reply, but after noticing Lin Bei's half‑smile, he coughed weakly and gave a feeble explanation.
"Alright, I'm strong enough on my own; let them stay by your side and play together."
"Alpha, Snape."
"At your service!"
"Go gather all the brothers, get cozy with Dahei, and say it's my arrangement! If Dahei dares to reject your goodwill during this time, come back and tell me—I'll deal with him."
"Yes!"
The two men, faces full of information, hurried away.
"WTF! You you you..."
Dahei could no longer hold back and shouted, "You have no sense of martial virtue!"
"Alright, the capable work harder; you're working hard, boost their Combat Power. Rest assured, your effort won't be in vain. This time I'm entering the Underworld, I'll try to get you some whitening items."
"Are you serious?"
"Don't worry, it's guaranteed."
"Then… okay, but you have to come back quickly. I can now transmit more cursed power through my body, but I can't handle too many people at once! If it takes too long, I'll collapse too."
Dahei could not resist the lure of the whitening items and finally bowed his head in resignation.
Seeing this, Lin Bei grinned, handed Dahei ten high-grade prime stones, took a step forward, entered the Teleportation Array, and vanished… In the public chat channel, almost all Survivors were watching the live stream of Rockets soaring.
"I have to say, Great Lord is awesome! He launched ten Rockets in one go! This time the Order Beacon folks are bound to suffer heavy casualties!"
"Hmph, those Order Beacon people were so arrogant before. Now they've hit a wall—they deserve it!"
"Exactly! They passed my Island and outright snatched my fiji cup! Damn, I've only used it dozens of times and haven't had enough fun yet!"
"Whoa, bro, are we talking dozens of times? Be more specific."
In the chat channel, aside from the Order Beacon members themselves, almost everyone else spoke with a unified tone, mocking the impending rocket attack on the Order Beacon with schadenfreude.
Bohaus sneered and also started a live broadcast in the chat channel.
He also released information about a defensive barrier item.
Then, with a calm expression, he typed a line in the public chat channel.
"Our Order Beacon possesses a Perfect‑grade defensive barrier; a few Rockets are nothing at all."
"Just a mere North Sea in front of my master's power—just ants."
"But I'll give you a word of advice, those watching the show: be sensible and hand over supplies to our Order Beacon as protection money, or… after this, we'll settle scores with each of you one by one."
"The chat channel isn't lawless! I've already screenshot and saved your names!"
"Hehe, daring to insult our Order Beacon, have you thought about how you'll die?"
Finishing his words, Bohaus aimed the screen at the shoreline where his newly crafted massive warships, made from blueprints, floated.
"See that? Excellent Grade Warships! You won't escape any of them!"
"Hahahaha—"
Bohaus laughed wildly.
However, in the public chat channel, the Survivors who had been mocking the Order Beacon suddenly felt a chill and panicked.
The chat channel fell into dead silence.
Bohaus saw this and his smile widened.
These people are just fence‑sitters.
To him, they're merely livestock to be herded.
If he didn't need to constantly extract resources from them, those who dared to disrespect the Order Beacon would already be corpses.
In an instant, those who had mocked the Order Beacon now trembled like startled birds, plunged into endless fear.
Some, fearing retaliation, began privately messaging Bohaus to hand over "protection fees."
Bohaus felt immensely proud.
He merely applied a slight trick and directly subdued those bragging Survivors.
This is the deterrent power of Excellent Grade Warships!
Master, truly invincible!
..."Huh, is this... a city?"
The Teleport light faded, Lin Bei's vision cleared, and when he took in everything before him, he was slightly taken aback.
He was standing on a massive plaza.
Around the plaza, Teleport lights flickered, silhouettes appeared, then hurried away in different directions.
Beyond the plaza lay an expansive classical city.
People's shadows dotted the streets.
Even a lot of hawkers shouted, as if selling equipment and items.
How to put it?
Lin Bei felt as if he had logged into a holographic virtual MMO.
This sense of déjà vu… is just too intense!
"Hey, buddy, what class are you? Our squad is planning to raid Night Forest, we're at tier 4‑1, missing a front‑liner, interested?"
While Lin Bei was spacing out, a bright voice rang beside him.
He turned and saw a group of four walking toward him at the edge of the plaza; the leader was a tall middle‑aged man bearing a greatsword, clad in silver armor, smiling at him.
The invitation had just come from his own mouth.