In the financing Moxel, the noise was tumultuous.
{Brothers, it won’t work relying only on them. Those are Defenders—it’s not just about who has more time or a longer lifespan!}
{The Defenders’ abilities are too bizarre!}
{Charge, brothers! If we don’t deal with the Defenders today, the cities will be massacred later!}
Having witnessed the Defenders’ methods, the crowd could no longer pin all their hopes on just those two or three people. Countless financing Moxels were mobilizing those still in the Demon Tooth Room who hadn’t yet entered the Whirlpool Lake Channel.
–Don’t come in blindly—send in experts!–
[I invest 1R for Cheng Yunze.]
Under Yang Zicang’s coordination, the pressure on Cheng Yunze plummeted, but it was only enough to dodge—there was no time to counterattack. Meanwhile, the Defenders’ control over the legions’ transformation continued unabated.
[Zhang Chaosheng invests 1000N for me.]
[Li Zhehao invests 1000N for me.]
The two of them had never stopped financing Chronos; they had already consumed who knows how many tens of thousands. Yang Zicang occasionally thought of Croft’s damn cold expression—that bastard must be the most smug one now!
Several fairly capable people from two cities rushed in through the passage, helping Zhao Xuemei and the other person eliminate the remaining black-armored knights. Under the investments of countless people from over thirty cities, more surged into the passage to clear it out, and Enightmare motorcycles were urgently sent in one after another.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Motorcycles, each carrying riders, flooded the long passage, their tires grinding out multiple gaps of sound waves.
Each time a bike was attacked and overturned, someone from behind would immediately rush out along the tracks left by the fallen vehicle.
–Charge!-
–Hold on! We’re coming!-
The attacks of the defender’s military squads poured out endlessly, as if bottomless. They were like an army from the underworld.
Three motorcycles first reached the vicinity of the giant wall. But as soon as they got close, three riders were instantly shot dead by energy bullets.
Energy humanoids rapidly coalesced from the bodies of these three.
–Ah, Brother Wang.-
–Lao San!-
Having already transformed into sound-wave energy entities, –Brother Wang- and –Lao San- flickered with various agonized expressions within their forms. Then they opened their arms and lunged at their nearby teammates, seeking to merge with them!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
In an instant, several more people perished amid the resonance.
–Aaaah!-
[–Seckbird’s Nameless Guardian- has taken control of the sixth military squad.]
[–Seckbird’s Nameless Guardian- is now qualified to build a legion.]
The nameless defender’s voice resounded:
{All you new people, those who choose to join me, I grant you independent will, everlasting bodies, and lofty status.}
The voice echoed in the Final Hall and the Millwheel Cores of the two cities.
{Those who resist to the end will become nourishment for others, their bodies sustained by their will.}
{Make your choice! Every life in this palace, choose your future—join now and qualify as a candidate for my Legion Commander, or refuse and become Chronos nourishment to sustain the existence of others.}
A silver folding line spread outward.
{Not good, the sixth army squad is actually on our side.}
Yang Zicang had no time to sense that message, but soon someone reported in the Moxel channel that a group of over thirty sonic-energy humanoid figures—supremely skilled in martial arts and indistinguishable from real people—had appeared within the core magic gear set of City 41.
They could move across magic gear rooms like ordinary people, attacking nearby teams.
Clearly, the final seventh army squad would definitely appear in the magic gear room set of City 23!
This threw everyone into great anxiety—they were indeed expanding outward!
–Explosive Wind Fist!-
A blast of wind carved a temporary passage through the energy humanoids. Grav-Arc, carrying a silver spear, cut through the air like lightning, driving the spear into an oncoming Defender clone.
At last, that Defender clone was shattered by the silver spear, bursting into rolling circular waves of energy.
Yang Zicang said, –Cheng Yunze, the seventh army is likely on your side. Have your people be careful.-
Cheng Yunze’s telepathic voice came through:
{There are already signs.}
Cheng Yunze gritted his teeth. Over there were many people who had lost their Enightmare’s red Moxel, all brought in by Hong Haocheng. Those people weren’t very strong—they would easily be assimilated by the Death Sound.
At this moment, Cheng Yunze no longer knew whether to blame Hong Haocheng or himself.
But from today onward, people in all other cities would surely reconsider: is a city that boosts its leader team’s combat power through oppression really a good answer when facing a Demon-level arena city?
{Yunze, you have to be careful.}
In Cheng Yunze’s financing Moxel, voices rose and fell in a lively clamor, and because the Demon Hall could accommodate all Moxel financing, the flashy jeers and curses never let up from start to finish.
{Four Phases Team, go for it! Test the ultimate power of the Demon Hall.}
{So terrifying—good thing our city didn’t have to face this year-end assessment.}
{Yang Zicang was way too ruthless.}
{Yang Zicang, is this the damn arena city you designed?! Your captain deserves to die.}
{Didn’t he say he didn’t make this?}
{Do you believe him or me… ouch! Who stole my investment opportunity? Ah, my doubled virtual-zero Chronos!}
The hundreds of thousands of people outside no longer cared whether defenders would appear in the city. This was a Demon-level arena city—no winner, both cities buried together!
{Hang on. The main force is here!} Silk threads flickered.
Flames burst beside Yang Zicang, driving back a Defender clone in front of him, but two more charged from behind.
More people rushed in. Dozens lined the edges of the giant wall, setting up force fields and sonic barriers, instantly drawing most of the enemy’s fire.
Yang Zicang knew he and his companion were stalling for reinforcements, but the Defenders were buying time too.
–What a horrifying sight.-
Watching the smoke fill the hall with their own eyes, those behind the red wave force field felt an even more visceral impression.
Shadowy figures firing guns wildly, warriors wielding long swords, and monsters roaming and darting—this was a scene unseen even in A-class interweaving grounds.
–It’s like a real battlefield.-
Amid the roar of motorcycles, Miss Yeji dropped off Tong Wenqi. The moment he appeared, he braved the dense hail of bullets and charged into the fray.
Bullets whizzed by. Tong Wenqi closed in on a red Defender figure hurtling toward him and swung his hand.
Boom!
A frenzied, flickering sword aura erupted, shredding the Defender’s form in an instant.
Yang Zicang’s eyes narrowed.
A little sheepishly, Tong Wenqi approached within twenty meters of the young man. –Brother Yang, adjust my trajectory.-
–Mm.- Finally realizing who had snatched his gun back then, Yang Zicang silently activated acceleration and trajectory control for Tong Wenqi, who was clad in protective modules, coordinating his movements at critical moments.
At this moment, Yang Zicang, who must continuously split his attention to control multiple trajectories, was gradually finding his reaction speed strained. He somewhat missed the –Authority of Mental Manifestation.-
–Great, that longsword knight has finally been completely eliminated.-
No sooner had he spoken than the eye-speaker appeared again in midair within the hall behind them, manifesting a black-armored knight and a white woman figure with her hands hanging down.
–We just killed them, and they’ve appeared again!-
–They can’t be finished off—how are we supposed to handle this!-
Zhao Xuemei, who was about to join the rear battlefield, had no choice but to return to the entrance and engage these sonic warriors in combat.
……
Within the central hub of Sector 23.
Facing the eyeball that had suddenly floated above their heads, emitting violently vibrating sound waves, the group’s faces twisted in terror.
–We’re… we’re going to die!-
–Run!- One person dropped his weapon, fleeing in terror, crawling and stumbling for over a dozen meters before crashing into a force-field wall.
Suddenly, a python burst out from the roots of a large tree behind him, coiled around the man, and dragged him to the ground. But after constricting twice, it too writhed in agony and exploded violently amid the sound waves.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several wild beasts lurking in the surrounding forest also exploded.
–No… please, no…- The remaining three of this squad, on the verge of madness, stared up at the eye-speaker radiating an aura of sheer dread.
One man shakily raised his spiked claw, but the next second his eyeball burst with a bang, followed by the blood vessels beneath the skin, then the heart…
Blood gushed from his eyes like a faucet turned full.
The yellow-clad man beside him stepped back, –No, don’t kill me… I…–
{Become my warrior, or die.}
–I… I surrender, I join! Don’t kill me!–
{A wise choice.}
A violent, vibrating wave of sound surged forth.
This man suddenly felt as if engulfed by something; a tingling numbness spread through his body, and many hot things were freed from their restraints. Everywhere inside him was warm… extremely comfortable, as if some kind of power had been unleashed.
The body of the man with burst blood vessels collapsed, and a fluctuating energy form stood in its place.
A majestic voice resounded.
{Under the –Nameless Guardian of Sekbird,– the first defector has been born.}
–What!–
–Who defected!–
The people in the hall were stunned, and the news quickly spread, causing an uproar among the city’s inhabitants.
Where there is one, there is a second—within a mere dozen seconds, three more defectors emerged. After that, the majestic voice spoke no more, and no one knew exactly how many had voluntarily chosen to join the defender’s army.
Some people looked up at the eyeball speaker floating overhead, hesitation creeping into their hearts.
I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold out until the end…
If I surrender now, at least I can still preserve my independent will… But if Yang Zicang wins, will I eventually die anyway?
At that moment, an intense hatred for Yang Zicang ignited in their hearts; they even wished for him to lose the battle.
Thud! In the gear room about to dock back at Wangmo Corridor, a man collapsed.
[–The Nameless Guardian of Seckburg- has taken control of the seventh squad.]
[–The Nameless Guardian of Seckburg- has begun to assemble a legion.]
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