Chapter 162: The Prayer

"You there, from Terminal Star, move aside and stop blocking the way!"

Vice President Terminal's body jolted, and as soon as he turned his head, he met the cold, ferocious face of the Mysterious Judge.

As if he owed him millions.

Vice President Terminal knew the weight of the Horror Arena and immediately yielded a path.

"Hmm, now that's more like it."

The Mysterious Judge gave a slight nod, and as he passed Vice President Terminal, he didn't even spare him a glance.

But the moment he saw Zhang Cheng and the others, he immediately returned to his amiable demeanor.

The difference in attitude was like night and day.

"You!"

Witnessing this scene, Vice President Terminal immediately felt a sense of disparity.

He felt as if he had been looked down upon!

"That's right, no need to just feel it — I genuinely look down on you."

The Mysterious Judge looked at Vice President Terminal and said coldly:

"Though as a judge, I shouldn't have any personal emotions."

"But for someone like you who stole something and still comes strutting around to show off, I have no good face to give!"

"Understood?"

After saying that, the Mysterious Judge turned his head away again, as if even one more glance at Vice President Terminal would be too much.

"See for yourself."

The Desire Cult Leader said, "Ever since we set foot on Lan Xing, the Horror Arena has already intervened."

"From what I've observed, this judge is very biased toward Dragon Nation. If you had acted impulsively just now, you might have been punished by the Horror Arena."

In the universe.

The Horror Arena was a very special existence.

Even those super planets with long-established reputations did not dare to provoke it lightly.

As judges of the Horror Arena, they likewise possessed immense power and authority.

Not something the three great planets could afford to provoke at all.

"Hmph!"

"What an unreasonable fellow!"

Vice President Terminal gave a cold snort. "We're merely invading Lan Xing — what does it have to do with the Horror Arena?"

"Do they have to stick their hands into every duel between horror creatures?"

"Besides, what about the rules? What about order? Shouldn't it at least state these basic principles of the Horror Arena clearly?"

Just as his words fell, the Xenomorph Vice Leader next to him pulled out a yellowed sheet of parchment,

"Uh..."

"What's written on this is probably the rules you need."

Hmm?

Vice President Terminal picked it up and took a look.

Horror Arena — Offensive Battle!

Attackers: Terminal Star, Xenomorph Home Planet, Desire Planet.

Defenders: Lan Xing — Dragon Nation.

Rules: Every 72 hours, the attacking side may launch an attack against the defending side. Each attack may deploy a maximum of six horror creatures. Weapons such as the Star Cannon are unrestricted.

The horror creatures deployed by both sides may not be repeated each time.

Rewards: If the attacking side successfully captures, nothing. If the defending side successfully repels, they receive a varying number of lucky boxes based on the intensity of the attack.

"Wait, when did this thing pop up?"

"How come I didn't receive it?"

Vice President Terminal felt the rules in his hand had appeared out of nowhere.

The Xenomorph Vice Leader sighed. "It was just given to me. The Desire Cult Leader has a copy too. Pat your own backside — it seems one was stuck there as well."

"Just distributed? Isn't this just bullying honest folks?"

Vice President Terminal pointed at the rules. "And these rewards — why do we get nothing for a successful capture!"

The Desire Cult Leader shot him a glare. "Otherwise, why do you think I said this judge is biased toward Dragon Nation?"

Vice President Terminal fell silent.

Clearly.

This Mysterious Judge on Lan Xing.

Was rather displeased with their act of invasion.

"Whatever, our purpose in coming here wasn't for the Horror Arena's rewards anyway."

"Once we wipe out Dragon Nation, the remaining horror power on Lan Xing will all belong to us."

"By then, the overall strength of our three great planets will rise to an even higher level!"

Vice President Terminal clenched his fists, suppressing all his anger deep in his heart, transforming it into motivation to invade Lan Xing.

They saw no benefit in staying any longer.

So with a wave of his hand.

He led the fleet to vanish from above Lan Xing.

And so.

The second offensive, ended!

The next offensive, in seventy-two hours!

"Come, open the box and take a look."

The Mysterious Judge looked at Zhang Cheng, a smile on his face.

Zhang Cheng gazed at the Lucky Box before him, took a deep breath, and silently recited in his heart,

"Gold, gold, gold!"

Result!

A flash of blue light.

One SS Rank ghost artifact!

A long whip covered in spikes, a light flick enough to shatter rock.

If this struck a person's body, wouldn't it leave them black and blue all over!

"SS Rank might have been useful before, but now..."

Zhang Cheng sighed and casually set the whip aside.

My good sir, the times have changed!

It was no longer the era when SS Rank reigned supreme.

"Two boxes left, want to keep opening?"

"Of course I do!"

A resolute light shone in Zhang Cheng's eyes.

Opening the box, a golden light blazed,

Another blueprint?

He unfolded it for a look.

"Tier-2 Star Cannon!"

Zhang Cheng's eyes lit up. "At full charge, a Tier-2 Star Cannon can kill an XX Rank terrifying creature!"

"More than enough for clearing out small fry!"

This was a good item.

Only one last box remained.

"Hope my luck holds. As long as it's not a moldy banana peel, anything is fine."

Zhang Cheng opened the final box. This time, no golden light appeared.

Instead, an eerie black light.

He picked it up for a look.

It was actually... a suit of equipment???

This suit could cover the entire body, made of a special dark metal, its sharp scales covered in blood-red coloring.

"A suit?"

"What use is this?"

Zhang Cheng looked at the Mysterious Judge, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

The Mysterious Judge explained, "Good luck. This is called the Destruction Suit. Wearing it grants Destruction-level strength."

"Of course, the suit is powerful, but the requirements for the wearer are not low either."

"Disaster-level can wear it long-term."

"And XXX Rank can wear it for three days at most."

"As for below XXX Rank... they don't even have the right to wear the Destruction Suit!"

The conditions were this harsh...

Zhang Cheng couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

But fortunately.

He already possessed Disaster-level strength.

The Destruction Suit was a perfect fit for him!

"Sigh, I'm drifting further and further from the path of being human."

After donning the Destruction Suit, Zhang Cheng looked toward a mountain not far away.

He threw out a punch.

Boom!

A violent sound like a bomb exploding shot straight into the clouds.

The entire mountain was covered in vine-like cracks and ultimately shattered into stones of varying sizes.

After collecting all the rewards.

Zhang Cheng opened his panel.

【Mental Fear — Completion: 100%】

【Flesh Fear — Completion: 100%】

【Rule Fear — Completion: 15%】

【Faith Fear — Completion: 11%】

【Evolution Fear — Completion: 9%】

"Almost there. At this rate, nine more offensives at most, and Earth's revival can be fully achieved!" Zhang Cheng was full of hope for the future.

Meanwhile.

He was pondering in his mind.

Next time, who exactly should be sent onto the field?

We can't always have the same old faces, can we?

Zhang Cheng had just been thinking that.

Suddenly.

Three distinct voices sounded in his mind.

One was a deafening roar of a male lion.

One was an earth-shaking trumpet of an elephant.

One was a lofty, resolute cry of the kunpeng!

"I understand!"

Zhang Cheng's face showed a ruthless expression, "The next battle will feature…… the Three Great Monsters of Shatuo Ridge!"

…

In the sky.

"I never expected Dragon Nation to actually win."

"I still find it hard to believe."

Er hao rubbed his brow, still annoyed about losing a hundred order coins.

Yi hao looked at her and said lightly, "If you're not convinced, we can bet again."

"Same old rule: I bet on Dragon Nation winning, you bet on the Three Great Planets winning."

"This time we bet two hundred, how about that?"

Er hao looked at Yi hao with some surprise—this perpetually aloof, never-initiative millennium iceberg actually took the initiative to challenge her to a match.

It's truly astonishing!

"Bring it on, I'm not afraid of you."

"But let's agree beforehand: losing means no backing out."

"Dragon Nation sent out a disaster-class or higher horror creature in the first match—that must be their top combat power."

"According to the rules of the Horror Arena, in battles of the same type, you cannot deploy the same kind of horror creature."

Er hao grew more excited as he spoke, as if foreseeing his own victory,

"So, even if Dragon Nation still has horror creatures, at most they'd be disaster-class."

"The cunning Three Great Planets will surely send out a strong captain."

"So, you will surely lose this time."

Yi hao spread his hands, the corner of his mouth curling into a mocking smile,

"Then we'll just wait and see!"

…

At the Three Great Planets' side.

On the mysterious communication platform.

"In the second offensive, although we lost five XXX-rank horror creatures, we also gathered some intelligence."

"Dragon Nation, the strongest country on Earth, has horror creatures that are extraordinarily strange, possessing abilities beyond our expectations."

"Moreover, I suspect they definitely have more trump cards."

"Therefore, I suggest that the horror creatures we send out this time be at least disaster-class."

The Ultimate Deputy Chairman finished speaking, then gazed solemnly at the other two officials.

The Lust Sect Leader's expression was indifferent, he waved his hand, giving off an air of wealth and arrogance,

"You know, our Lust Sect lacks nothing—except we never lack horror creatures."

"Not just one—even two or three, we can easily deploy."

"So, I will deploy a disaster-class horror creature—the Prayer."

Once the level reaches disaster-class or higher.

It is no longer a lowly plaything.

Such horror creatures have their own status and clear division of labor within the Lust Sect.

Prayer!

Disaster-class horror creature.

It is said that its voice contains a wondrous magic.

Any enemy who hears its prayer will suffer brain damage, turning into a walking corpse that only knows how to pray.

"I think there's no need to deploy a disaster-class."

The Alien Species Deputy Chief said, "In the last offensive, Dragon Nation, to resist us, surely deployed their strongest horror creature, hoping to intimidate us."

"So I think Dragon Nation's horror creatures are at most XXX-rank now!"

"So I propose we send XXX-rank ones."

Huh?

The Ultimate Deputy Chairman's face looked bad, "Alien Species Deputy Chief, what do you mean by that?"

"Can't your Alien Species Planet even produce a single disaster-class?"

"And yet you bet that Dragon Nation only has XXX-rank—what's the point of that?"

"Are you really that lacking in a disaster-class on your Alien Species Planet? Broaden your horizons, don't be so petty."

"Disaster-class is indeed not weak, but at most it's just a handy tool—use it when you should."

I and the Lust Cult Leader both agree to dispatch a disaster-level plan, so you should know what to do.

The Ultimate Deputy Chairman is not a fool.