On the contrary, most players in Region 88 were in a state of joining the chorus, following along, and being confused...
The player named "Wealth Comes from All Directions" was clearly not yet used to commanding in battle; his expression was extremely tense, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.
After surveying the battlefield, Cheese Milk Foam (80% Sugar) noticed that Boss Whirlwind had many "generals," but very few commanders. She only had herself and a strategist; the others were still somewhat incapable of getting things done.
I instantly guessed the meaning behind Invincible Black Whirlwind's arrangement this time; he probably wanted to train his troops.
After all, the opponent is not too strong at present. If we don't train our troops now, we won't have the chance to train them when the enemy becomes stronger.
After hesitating for a moment, Cheese Milk Foam with 80% Sugar stepped forward, determined to seize any opportunity that might be noticed by the boss.
So he shouted, "Kill! Kill them all! They've come to our doorstep, ready to enslave us! What are you waiting for? If you dare come, be prepared to die! Kill! Leave no one alive!"
Shadow Assassin moved forward alone with a flourish, flicking his wrist and wielding his sword to decapitate a head. "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Instantly, furious shouts of battle shattered the stagnant air along the parallel road, like thunder rolling across scorched earth, completely waking up the still hesitant Chinese players.
This is not a time of peace; this is a moment of life and death. If we don't thoroughly defeat the invading enemy, they will come wave after wave...
In comparison, the players in the 999 region adapted to the battle earlier. After all, they had experienced it once before, and with the training over the past few months, they had transformed from ordinary players who fought on their own into a "regular army" that followed orders and knew how to cooperate and use tactics!
Everyone thoroughly enjoyed this battle. Last time, they were caught off guard by a surprise attack and could only passively resist, but this time the tables were completely turned!
When Qi Xu returned with his men, the battle was almost over. Hundreds of thousands of players—it was impossible to kill them all, especially when the enemy had completely given up resistance, dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, wept bitterly, and began to kowtow and beg for mercy...
Suddenly, everyone realized that their knives seemed unable to cut any further; not everyone was like the inhuman beasts of Country R.
Qi Xu slowly walked forward, the sunlight quietly shining on her. Although she didn't emit any energy or even make a sound, she still attracted the attention of everyone present.
Qi Xu looked at the players kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy without any regard for their image, and said calmly, "You all deserve to die."
A slightly bolder R-country player stood up and frantically explained, "We didn't want to...it was the murderers who forced us here, it has nothing to do with us..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qi Xu's pink mist blade sliced his body in two at the waist. Blood gushed out instantly, and the scalding liquid splashed onto the faces of the players next to him, choking their screams and leaving only the gurgling sound of their teeth chattering.
"This is the consequence of daring to speak out of turn. What I want now is absolute silence."
Qi Xu lowered his eyes to look at the rapidly spreading pool of blood on the ground, his toes grinding over a blood-stained pebble, his voice as calm as a stagnant pool.
"You have the nerve to say that the murderer forced you? Forced you to bring weapons and launch another all-out invasion of District 999? You're all beneficiaries, so you all deserve to die here."
From everyone's perspective, Qi Xu resembled a tyrant who acted without any reason, because dozens of fountains of blood suddenly and evenly appeared in the crowd. This legendary top-ranked player had just begun a killing spree without any warning...
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