Chapter 274: Four-Nation Alliance?

On the other side.

The air was thick with the acrid stench of gunpowder.

A gale howled.

Lin Mo sat astride Da Bai, racing across the wasteland.

At this moment, Da Bai.

Was wrapped entirely in furious lightning.

Transformed into a magnificent thunderous fox.

Each paw strike left behind a charred imprint of lightning on the ground.

Extremely fast.

"Stop."

Lin Mo suddenly patted Da Bai's neck.

"Ying!"

Da Bai's four paws gouged a deep trench in the earth, coming to a steady halt.

The lightning gradually receded.

Lin Mo squinted ahead.

Less than five hundred meters away.

In a massive pit.

Stood a terrifying monster over ten meters tall.

It was a colossal skeleton, entirely assembled from pale white bones.

The skeleton wore a tattered, heavy suit of armor, with a rusted giant battle-axe standing beside it.

【LV. 0 Undead Armor Giant (BOSS)】

But.

Around this colossal skeleton.

Hovered a semi-transparent crimson-red barrier, seemingly a magical array.

Lin Mo dismounted from Da Bai and walked over.

As he drew nearer.

A countdown appeared clearly on the crimson array.

【Kill Protection Countdown: 9 minutes 32 seconds.】

【Before countdown ends, target is in absolute invincibility, immune to all damage.】

Lin Mo glanced at the prompt and raised an eyebrow.

"Still nine and a half minutes…"

He rubbed his chin.

"Then I'll wait."

"Might as well kill time—land the first kill."

Lin Mo showed zero tension, despite being in a battlefield brimming with danger.

He checked his panel.

Found a red dot—someone had sent him a message?

Driven by curiosity.

Lin Mo casually tapped open the message.

Jin Taicheng's message appeared before Lin Mo.

Lin Mo read it from start to finish, unable to help shaking his head.

"Great Han Nation?"

"These days, even stray cats and dogs dare show off."

Meanwhile.

In his skill bar, the skills were all erupting.

【'Fireball Spell' roared furiously.】

【"Holy shit!"】

【"Who the hell is this guy? What's he even?"】

【"How dare he be this arrogant?"】

【"Clean your neck? Pull out your spinal cord?! I can't take it—I'll burn him to ashes!"】

【'Ice Spike Spell' also turned red-hot.】

【"Aaaah! I'm furious! How dare he disrespect my beloved master!"】

【"Master, don't stop me—I'll crush him!"】

Even the honest, simple 'Earth Shield Spell' could no longer hold back.

【'Earth Shield Spell' turned beet red.】

【"Too arrogant! Even more arrogant than Big Brother!"】

【"Kill him! Must kill him!"】

Even the usually coldest, most disdainful of skills—'Lightning Strike'—now crackled with explosive lightning.

Da Bai's pale blue fur instantly bristled.

【"Heh."】

【"Let him come. I'll personally teach him what divine wrath means."】

Listening to the skill's furious shouts.

Lin Mo shook his head.

He reached out and rubbed Da Bai's bristling fur.

"Alright, alright, calm down."

"He's done for."

"I want to see if he'll still be this arrogant when he stands right in front of me."

Saying this,

Lin Mo directly composed a message.

【I'm at (X: 442, Y: 991). Don't show up and you're a dog.】

Clicked, sent!

No nonsense.

Just dropped the coordinates!

Having done this,

Lin Mo simply sat down on the ground.

"Alright, kids."

"Let's wait here comfortably."

"Once the timer hits zero, we'll one-shot the skeleton for the first kill."

"Then…"

"We wait for the Han dogs to show up."

…

At the same time.

The Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield, southern zone.

This was a swamp region, green miasma drifting through the air.

A massive, pus-covered Poisonous Giant Frog BOSS was trapped within a similar crimson countdown array.

【Kill Protection Countdown: 8 minutes 10 seconds.】

Before the array.

Stood twenty dark-skinned players.

The Siamese Nation's prodigy team.

Their leader was a bald youth named Song Pa.

His arms were wrapped in bandages, his gaze sinister.

"Brother Song Pa."

One of the Siamese students glanced around, anxiously asking.

"Why haven't the Yue, Qiandao, and Ma Bian teams arrived yet?"

"Could they be messing with us?"

"What's the rush?"

Song Pa shot him a cold glance.

"The Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield is vast—do you think travel takes no time?"

"Shut up and wait patiently."

Just as Song Pa finished speaking,

A group of people slowly walked out of the toxic mist.

They split into three factions, clearly divided.

Song Pa curled his lips into a smile.

"There you are."

He strode forward to meet them.

"You've finally arrived."

"Let me introduce myself—I'm Song Pa, captain of the Siam team."

In the Ten Thousand Nations Arena.

Under its unique rules, everyone could understand each other's speech.

A gaunt man toyed with a dagger and sneered:

"Ruan Wen, captain of the Viet team."

"Captain of the Qiandao team, Su Xiluo."

A short, sturdy youth with dark skin stepped forward.

"Captain of the Ma Bian team, Wu Kelin."

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking scholarly yet sharp, adjusted his glasses and smiled faintly.

Song Pa nodded and got straight to the point.

"Your presence confirms you've received my message and understand the current situation."

Su Xiluo snorted coldly.

"Shinomochi Kyō of the Ying nation just sent a message, ordering us to converge."

"Does he really think we're his dogs, summoned at his whim?"

Wu Kelin pushed up his glasses and chuckled:

"After all, Lord Adams's orders were for a seven-nation joint crackdown."

"It's natural he wants to be the one giving orders."

"Alliance?"

Song Pa sneered dismissively.

"If all twenty of Long's prodigies had shown up, we might have cooperated."

"But you've seen it—Long sent only one person."

"Seven nations, one hundred forty fully armed prodigies, going after a lone Long man?"

"That's ridiculous!"

Ruan Wen twirled his dagger and laughed coldly twice.

"Who says otherwise?"

"I can't fathom what Long's high command was thinking."

Wu Kelin agreed:

"Who cares."

"In this environment, even one demon beast would be enough to finish him off."

"I'd guess that Long man won't last an hour."

Song Pa's expression turned serious.

"So, hunting the Long man isn't the real goal."

"Right now, one hundred forty specialized weapons are gathered in one arena—don't you think the mad dogs from Ying, Dahanshan, and Tianzhu nations have plans?"

"In terms of single-nation strength, none of our four nations can defeat any one of them."

"And they'll never unite—I suspect Shinomochi Kyō has already been cursed by Dahanshan or Tianzhu."

"Hahahaha…"

"Brother Song Pa, I think you're absolutely right."

Ruan Wen, captain of the Viet team, laughed loudly.

"I'm truly curious—how did Dahanshan and Tianzhu curse Ying?"

"That's not the point."

Song Pa waved his hand and continued:

"Since they won't unite, and each of our nations stands no chance against any one of theirs…"

"I propose…"

"Our four nations form an alliance to jointly hunt down Ying, Dahanshan, and Tianzhu!"