Chapter 186: Chapter 142: Kill everything that moves! (Additional updates for the great rewards of CNM and CNB!)_1
"Old Li, take my son and go! Quickly!"
After saying these words, Zhang Wenhu seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
"But..." Li Shanlin seemed to want to say something else, but Zhang Lifei pulled him back.
"Let’s go, Uncle Shanlin. There’s no hope left..." Zhang Lifei’s eyes were filled with tears, his head lowered, unable to look at Zhang Wenhu.
Upon hearing Zhang Lifei’s seemingly heartless words, Zhang Wenhu just laughed.
With rough hands, he gently wiped the tears from his son’s eyes and nodded solemnly. "You are good, truly worthy of being my, Zhang Wenhu’s, son. Dad won’t say much more. Remember this: survive! No matter what, you must survive!"
Looking at Zhang Lifei sobbing, Zhang Wenhu patted his son’s shoulder, then turned his head and stared at the increasing number of Demon Fiends.
"The rest of you, stay here."
Behind Zhang Wenhu, after Zhang Lifei and Li Shanlin had gone far, only ten high-ranking personnel controlled by the Slavery Contract remained. Under the effect of the Slavery Contract, these people, even knowing they were doomed, could not resist Zhang Wenhu’s commands at all.
"How ironic!" Zhang Wenhu sighed as he looked at the ten unwilling figures behind him. Then, he observed the Demon Fiends, which had already formed their ranks and were ready to attack at any moment. He sighed again and shook his head. "Despite having strong professions and the manpower of an entire camp, in the end, we were doomed by a whore and our own professions!"
"You didn’t expect this, did you?" Zhang Wenhu had a mysterious smile on his face as he turned his head to look at Zang Pengfei and the others. "You thought you could control the life and death of others, but in the end, you can’t even control your own lives."
「...」
By the time Wen Yu quickly arrived at the newly established outpost, more than half of the professionists from the original camp had already followed him.
In the distance, overwhelming Demon Fiends had already occupied most of the gathering area. Only Zhang Wenhu and a few professionists controlled by the Slavery Contract remained, facing the surging Demon Group.
At the entrance of the camp, Sun Ruixing led a large crowd of stumbling commoners slowly toward the outpost.
Everything was progressing as everyone had planned, whether actively or passively.
Why haven’t they arrived yet? Wen Yu grew increasingly anxious, constantly looking back at the distant forest. Unfortunately, it was completely silent.
Wen Yu didn’t know what had happened with Cyclops. However, he understood that if the mutant beasts didn’t appear when the Demon Tribe launched their attack, then this small outpost, painstakingly established by Sun Ruixing and Sun Aotian, would have to be abandoned. At that time, retreating back into the forest would be the best choice for everyone.
I hope they make it in time, Wen Yu murmured to himself.
「...」
Unfortunately, the development of events did not depend on Wen Yu’s thoughts.
The forest remained silent, while more and more members of the Demon Tribe emerged.
Then, an Ancient Demon, its entire body covered in scales, slowly walked out from the Demon Realm’s Gate. Its short, stout neck twisted slowly as it surveyed its surroundings, a low mumble escaping its lips. "So this is the world we’re about to invade?"
"What a delicious taste, isn’t it!" a Black Robe Demon Fiend standing next to the Ancient Demon said in a sharp, disgusting voice.
"It’s alright," Ancient Demon Aros replied. He clearly didn’t want to converse much with this Black Robe Demon Fiend and even seemed somewhat wary of it. He slowly walked to the front of the Demon Group. First, he glanced at the pale-faced Zhang Wenhu, who wasn’t far off, and snorted disdainfully. Then, he turned his head to see the ever-growing armies from the Demon Realm assembling behind him.
His four robust arms lifted high, as if to embrace the sun in the sky.
"Children, our mission this time is simple," he declared. "Kill everything that moves within the barrier!"
"ROAR..."
As Ancient Demon Aros finished speaking, all the Demon Fiends pouring out from the Demon Realm’s Gate unleashed a fierce roar. They then charged towards Zhang Wenhu and the others nearby.
Then, Aros turned his head to look at Wen Yu, who was standing far away on the roof of the outpost, and let out a strange, inscrutable chuckle. "No wonder, no wonder you’re part of this operation." His voice was intentionally lowered, audible only to the nearby Black Robe Demon Fiend.
"I knew I couldn’t hide it from you," Aros continued, addressing the Black Robe Demon Fiend, "but you must understand, *that* is mine!"
Upon hearing Aros’s words, the Black Robe Demon Fiend immediately sneered. "Understood. I’m just in charge of this battle. So, I’ll leave that one to you. Just make sure *you* don’t capsize in the gutter and get slaughtered by these natives!"
Though Aros’s tone in response was slightly mocking and annoyed, his words amounted to a tacit compromise.
The Black Robe Demon Fiend retorted, "That won’t require your concern, my Lord Ancient Demon!" It bowed slightly, its tone far from pleasant.
"Hmph!" Aros snorted.
「...」
Wen Yu calmly watched the surging Demon Tribe in the gathering area. They were ferocious in appearance and swift in action, their different abilities producing varied effects. In just a short while, they had made contact with Zhang Wenhu and the others.
Zhang Wenhu took out his steel saber and swung it energetically. Unfortunately, with his strength, the impact he could have in this battle was far too weak.
Those standing atop the outpost could only see sporadic spatters of blood. A minor, almost unnoticeable commotion rippled through the Demon Fiends, then quickly subsided.
It was over.
In a short period, the camp on which Zhang Wenhu had once placed such high hopes had become history. And its former leaders, whether Zhang Wenhu or Zang Pengfei, died swift and decisive deaths.
At the moment of death, life truly holds no distinction of high or low, noble or base.
"Ignite it," Wen Yu said to Li Shanlin beside him, then slowly walked down the stairs.
Li Shanlin took out a homemade Detonator, carefully observing the direction of the Demon Fiends’ movements. Then, he pressed it firmly.
"BOOM!"
This was what Wen Yu and Zhang Wenhu had discussed: homemade explosives, buried in the gathering area, to serve up a grand feast for those Low-grade demonic creatures!
Homemade explosives were simple to make. Of course, due to limitations in materials and manpower, their quantity was naturally small. But if the quantity wasn’t sufficient, gasoline could be used to increase their power!
Bright flames scattered everywhere. The intense sound of the explosion carried far, and countless Soot Skin Demon Fiends at the forefront were instantly blown to pieces. Unfortunately, these were just minor tricks.
The explosion ceased as a Third-level Demon Fiend raised its right hand, and a burst of Blue Light shone from it.
Low temperature fluctuations (A-Class, Active Ability): Creates a ripple that lowers the temperature within its range. Power can be controlled by the host!
The Demon Tribe, having invaded countless worlds, were absolute experts in warfare! They didn’t possess power systems based on technology or the like because they had no need for them. Their diverse abilities ensured the Demon Tribe could face any battlefield environment or unexpected situation!
Under the influence of the Low temperature fluctuations, some Demon Fiends that had not yet advanced to Level 1 were killed on the spot by the extreme cold. However, in the eyes of the high-ranking Demon Tribe, these losses were merely necessary attrition.
Then, the ripples spread to where the flames were rising. Within seconds, the low temperature completely neutralized the defenses that had been painstakingly prepared in the camp for days.
In this battlefield, traps like fire, which possessed immense lethality in the eyes of ordinary people, truly couldn’t turn the tide!
Ultimately, what would determine the course of this war was strength!
Or rather, high-end combat power!