Chapter 491: Hell's Gate

Brief silence.

The military high command blinked slightly; they hadn't expected the staff officer to give Lin An such a high evaluation.

Their views have not yet shifted.

As members of the military, they still instinctively believed that only collective strength was true strength.

He sighed, a wisp of white spiritual power flickered in the staff officer's eyes, and he spoke hesitantly:

"The second possibility."

"Lin An doesn't care about the deathmatch order at all; it's purely a coincidence."

"In other words, he doesn't even regard these nine forces as worth noting."

"Even if he reveals his trump card or his strength is drained, he doesn't care."

Having said that, the staff officer pointed at the fighter jet in the broadcast and spoke softly:

"Let's see."

"Whichever possibility it is, this confrontation should reveal it."

"The person in charge of Myriad Harmony Palace isn't stupid; he knows that by gathering a hundred people together, they can wage a war of attrition against Lin An."

"For now, we just wait to see what trump card Lin An will reveal."

"Or perhaps I have overestimated him."

"After all, putting myself in his shoes, I can't think of a good solution either."

"In a head‑on clash, a war of attrition, Lin An might not be able to withstand it."

Everyone shuddered upon hearing that.

The commander standing before the sand table immediately gave the order:

"Keep battle records; if Lin An really can solve Myriad Harmony Palace, we can also help organize his data for the modern Safe Zone, even find his weaknesses!"

"If not, we'll contact Myriad Harmony Palace privately."

"We must get Lin An's corpse!"

As his words fell, a black speck suddenly detached from a fighter jet slowing high above and fell.

Just as before.

"Huh?"

"No tactical missiles this time?"

Upon noticing no sign of flame at the black speck, everyone realized that this time Lin An intended to act personally.

One against a thousand!

Watching the black speck plummet at high speed on the screen, the staff officer stared fixedly at Lin An:

"Let me see, what trump card do you really have!"

The wind howled fiercely.

In the high sky, Lin An casually glanced at the coordinate information projected onto his retina by Chu An.

15 locations, a total of 1,672 Awakened Ones.

Ordinary players without combat ability were hiding in factories, while the remaining soldiers concealed themselves in bunkers.

Lin An had little interest in slaughtering civilians.

Cleansing the Awakened Ones once would be enough.

Hiding in those fifteen corners, do you think you're out of options?

Chuckling lightly, Lin An slowly accumulated resentful energy, preparing to summon an undead army.

Twenty first‑level undead should be enough to kill them all...

High‑speed descent.

Just like his first appearance.

But this time, Lin An unexpectedly discovered that the armed forces garrisoned at each outpost did not launch an attack against him.

At a hundred meters in the air, aside from Lin An standing aloft, everything seemed to have fallen silent.

"Captain... shouldn't we open fire..."

"At this distance, can we hit him..."

Soldiers hiding behind the fortifications nervously gripped their rifles.

Their equipment was a mishmash; they had all kinds of weapons.

"You're looking to die!?"

"With our pathetic weapons, I don't even want to die!"

Defying orders, all the squad leaders tacitly refrained from firing.

What a joke—the leaders have hidden themselves, planning to slowly wear Lin An down.

They're just ordinary civilians, not even soldiers—what guts do they have to act?

To be cannon fodder?

Let the Awakened Ones fight among themselves; we just need to watch.

For a moment, the many Awakened Ones hidden in the concealed area could only watch Lin An falling in mid‑air.

The hundreds of millions of survivors in the Huaxia war zone watched the bizarre scene on the screen, and many couldn't help but sneer.

"What the hell."

"Myriad Harmony Palace is so timid, they don't even dare to attack?"

"They're really just hiding, huh?"

"That's too exaggerated..."

One person forcing such a massive force to cower like a turtle, Lin An's strength is truly terrifying...

You don't know anything... This is tactics!

The chat channel was noisy.

Like watching a show, many Awakened Ones couldn't help cursing Wanhe Palace in the channel.

They still wanted to watch a splendid battle, to see what other tricks Lin An had up his sleeve.

But for now, it looks like Wanhe Palace has decided to engage Lin An in a war of attrition.

Hiding in the third underground level, Lin Yumin watched the ordinary soldiers who refused to move, and couldn't help wanting to curse.

Damn!

Didn't I arrange for you to act and draw Lin An's attention?

If there were no missile attack, we would go up in batches to attack Lin An.

Right now, the cowardly, death-fearing soldiers actually made it seem as if they and others had given up resistance.

Allowing Lin An to leisurely hover in midair.

Seeing the mocking voices in the channel, he could only choose not to look.

A true man can bend and stretch; this is tactics! You don't understand shit!

As long as I succeed and wear Lin An down to death, then who will still look down on me!

Not doing as he expected, Lin Yumin brought the elite Awakened Ones squad, fully focused on waiting for Lin An to land.

They had set traps on the ground, and let the few spiritual power Awakened Ones and the Fantasy System cover them.

As long as Lin An lands, they will strike to kill.

Then they will have a chance to launch a counterattack!

While he and his side were still thinking of counterattack, Zhao Gang, who possessed invisibility ability, was leading his confidants, repeatedly whispering:

"Lord Lin An... we didn't curse you... I also didn't want to join the battle..."

"Kill them... don't kill me.."

"Can't see me... can't see me.."

Zhao Gang appeared to be a Body System, but he was actually a rare Spirit System.

He rubbed his bald head, his face pallid as he withdrew his spiritual perception.

He didn't know whether others had sensed it.

But.

Under his spiritual power perception, Lin An hovering in midair was like a blazing sun, the overflowing spiritual power giving him a jolt of shock.

Lin An's strength showed not the slightest consumption!

Or rather, his previous first strike was not even close to his full power.

Just didn't know why Lin An hadn't made a move yet, nor what he was brewing.

Seeing the countless mocking voices about Wanhe Palace in the chat channel, Zhao Gang simply ignored them.

Damn it, you're not the ones supposed to be fighting Lin An!

If you want to go up, then go up!

Just as the survivors of the Huaxia war zone were speculating, wondering if Lin An had no recourse, an abrupt change occurred.

In midair, Lin An suddenly closed his eyes, and an intense chill burst forth from his whole body.

Zhao Gang, hiding far away, sensed a strong vengeful aura and, frightened, hastily withdrew his spiritual power, remaining motionless.

Here it comes!

Lin An is about to act!

At this very moment, the Awakened Ones squad hiding elsewhere were encouraging each other.

With weak spiritual power, they only felt the surrounding air had turned much colder.

"Chairman Lin's method still works—look at Lin An! He doesn't dare move a muscle; he surely fears that if he lands, we'll focus fire and instantly kill him!"

Seeing Lin An suddenly close his eyes on the screen, Lin Yumin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems Lin An truly has no way to deal with them.

Dragging it out, time is on their side.

As long as Lin An can't help attacking somewhere, they'll have a chance to seize the chaos and instantly kill him!

However, almost the moment he let his guard down, the scene in the image suddenly changed.

"Undead Legion!"

With a cold, low shout, the resentment stored in the Death God Crystal surged forth, nearly freezing the surrounding air into ice.

Sun‑obscuring darkness blanketed the entire sky of Wanhe Palace, and a bronze‑like hell's gate slowly opened behind Lin An.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Myriad ghosts wailed.

Heaven.

Destroyed.