Chapter 145: Secret Mission to Support the Great Gods

This is a trap! Chen Shicheng, hearing this, could already be certain that it was a trap set by the Silent Council against the Iron Blood Great Wall.

After all, sending a single person here for a sacrifice could never be just to sabotage a small recruitment event in C City.

Currently the game's monsters are invading on a massive scale, but in this short half‑day they have killed only tens of thousands—still a few ten‑thousands—of monsters; aside from tiring people and consuming a lot of stored Elixir, it doesn't even amount to chaos.

Moreover, the monsters' appearance has raised domestic players' levels and provided abundant materials, which is actually a boon for new players in the large‑scale Closed Beta.

But when considered together with the imminent break‑formation Task, the Silent Council's goal must be to eliminate the living force of senior domestic players, thereby indirectly complicating the Task.

If the break‑formation Task fails and domestic players cannot log in, it means that in this cultivation revolution comparable to the Industrial Revolution, the nation will be completely eliminated, and which nation benefits is obvious.

"This is an open plot!" Chen Shicheng said with a wry smile.

"Exactly."

Song Bingyuan nodded, "If left unchecked, players might still have some self‑preservation ability, but ordinary citizens would suffer. Therefore the great gods of the Iron Blood Great Wall have no choice; even knowing it's a trap, they must still venture in."

Chen Shicheng said nothing and asked no further questions.

The great gods of the Iron Blood Great Wall are not timid; even if this is a trap, they surely have a way to resolve it, for as veteran players, daring to go across must mean they have some leverage.

And as an ordinary player, all he can do now is watch the situation unfold quietly.

The time for Chen Shicheng to sigh did not last long; soon a new wave of Goblins surged back from the passage.

This batch of Goblins not only increased markedly in number, but also showed a qualitative improvement.

For the first time among Goblins, regular troops appeared; Goblins nearly human‑sized rode wasteland wolves, standing over three meters tall, already forming battle formations inside the arena.

Moreover, their gear was almost identical to that of ancient regular armies; even the wolves they rode wore leather armor, and a frail Goblin priest continuously buffed these riders with various effects, making their mass charge as powerful as a Tank.

The other Goblins learned cleverness, hiding behind the charging Goblin knights to use them as meat shields, covering their approach to defensive structures.

This foot‑Tank coordinated advance caused unrest among armies unable to employ missile units.

Watching the Goblin knights close in at breakneck speed, Chen Shicheng muttered under his breath, silently activated Blade Fang to target‑kill, while the visible Taiyin Cold Ice Curse also leveled up, gradually slowing the knights' speed.

Fortunately, others kept up the assault, and with continuous fire from heat weapons, no one noticed his subtle move.

Soon, this wave of charge was defended without damage.

But the defenses at other gates lacked such luck; faced with this extraordinary regular‑army onslaught, some people were thrown into chaos. Fortunately, human command and adjustment abilities are beyond Goblin imagination; after the initial turmoil, the defensive structures quickly adapted, and through sensible positioning and Spell combinations, they barely held on.

Regrettably, this wave of charge marked the first casualties, leaving the atmosphere at the defenses heavy.

Moreover, tension began to spread among the players; if the next attacks match this intensity, they could soon demolish all defenses, not even lasting a day.

Fortunately, events did not unfold as expected; the next wave had the same strength but then quickly waned.

An hour later, there were no large‑scale charges; the Goblins emerging from the arena had become scattered skirmishers, greatly reduced in number, easing everyone's nerves.

Perhaps through some unknown means they contacted the great gods on the other side of the passage, Song Bingyuan quickly came to inform all players they could withdraw, and Gate 4 now had troops taking over.

Chen Shicheng and the other players retreated to the rear to rest; during that hour he had to maintain the output of the Taiyin Cold Ice Curse and keep his Blade Fang hidden, but he was exhausted.

After resting a while in the military‑provided tent, Song Bingyuan suddenly entered.

"There's a secret Task; I wonder if you're interested?"

"What Task?"

Song Bingyuan turned, glanced around, then sat down and whispered, "We received word from the passage: the great gods discovered a Goblin priest's temple, and this temple is driving a continuous Goblin assault on the passage; moreover, people from the Silent Council were found near the temple."

"According to the great gods' intel, the opposite side of the passage is the interior of an Icefield, with a Goblin gathering nearby; countless Goblins are massing, impossible to eradicate quickly, so the great gods aim to destroy that temple, but were blocked by the Silent Council."

"They're like madmen, stubbornly defending the temple and refusing any approach; the great gods can't break through for now, lacking just a bit of external assistance."

"So we need to send someone to support them?" Chen Shicheng instantly grasped the meaning.

"Exactly, but resources aren't open to everyone; although the opposite side is an Icefield, it still harbors many wild monsters, and due to the environment, the levels and Combat Power are high. Ordinary players would die; the plan is to form several squads of players above level 10 to go in."

Song Bingyuan added apologetically, "First, this Task is very dangerous, so it's not mandatory. I'm just consulting you; if you don't want to go, I'll simply decline to the higher-ups."

"Go, must go!"

Chen Shicheng immediately nodded in agreement; although he didn't want to expose himself before the nation and planned to develop in secret to dazzle everyone when invincible, the current situation was not a time for cautious self‑preservation.

As for the danger the Task might bring, he cared little; his Attribute and full‑level Skills are unquestionably on par with anyone's, not to mention he still has an unused life‑saving trump card—anyone trying to kill him can only dream! "Fine, I'll submit your name."

Song Bingyuan sighed, patted Chen Shicheng's shoulder, turned, and walked out of the tent.

(End of Chapter)