Chapter 275: The First Kill Belongs to Us, the People of Tianzhu!

"Four-Nation Alliance?"

Su Xiluo, captain of the Qiandao Nation, frowned.

"That's right."

Sompa nodded, a trace of excitement appearing on his face.

"Four nations united, eighty top geniuses! Eighty specialized weapons!"

"As long as we eighty people twist into a single rope!"

"Even if the Ying Nation and the Great Han Nation try to gnaw on us, they'll break their own teeth!"

With these words spoken,

many around him revealed expressions of interest.

The combat power of eighty geniuses from various nations, wielding eighty specialized weapons.

Was indeed enough to sweep away everything.

Nguyen Van, captain of the Yue Nation, stopped the dagger he was constantly spinning in his hand.

He raised his head and let out a cold, sinister laugh.

"Sompa, forming an alliance is indeed a good idea."

"But the problem is..."

"Who can guarantee you won't stab us in the back?"

"Here, killing is not illegal."

Beside him,

Wu Kelin, captain of the Ma Bian Nation, also adjusted the glasses on his nose.

"Yes."

"A mere verbal agreement is worth less than a piece of waste paper here."

"I don't want to be fighting for my life against those people from the Ying Nation while also having to guard against cold arrows flying from behind."

"I have no desire to taste the feeling of being attacked from both front and back."

Facing the sharp questioning from Nguyen Van and Wu Kelin,

Sompa did not panic.

Since he dared to propose an alliance, he had naturally made complete preparations long ago.

"The trust issue is easy to solve."

"My method is very simple."

"In each of our nations' teams, there are at least five core support members responsible for healing and buffs, right?"

"If we are going to form an alliance, let's do it thoroughly."

"We four nations will split our five core supports among each other."

"And assign them to the other three nations."

Upon hearing these words,

Wu Kelin understood instantly.

"This way, if anyone dares to have ulterior motives, we can instantly kill their nation's supports..."

"That is indeed a good proposal."

"Hahahaha!"

Nguyen Van laughed loudly.

He started spinning the dagger in his hand again.

"Good!"

"The Yue Nation agrees!"

Wu Kelin also laughed.

"A very fair trade."

"The Ma Bian Nation has no objection either."

Seeing this, Su Xiluo shrugged.

"Since everyone has no objections, the Qiandao Nation joins."

Seeing the alliance officially formed,

Sompa nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good."

"Now that the trust issue is resolved, what comes next is simple."

"In this Battle of Ten Thousand Nations, all spoils obtained by our Four-Nation Alliance will be split equally among the four nations."

"No objections?"

"No problem!"

Nguyen Van nodded.

Wu Kelin and Su Xiluo also expressed their agreement.

The matter of the alliance was settled just like that.

The four teams quickly began swapping personnel.

Looking at the fully formed eighty-person formation,

a sense of unprecedented heroism surged in Sompa's heart.

"With this alliance of eighty people."

"Right now, we are the strongest force on this entire battlefield!"

Su Xiluo let out a cold laugh.

"That idiot Shinnozuki Kyo, still trying to bark out orders."

"The Ying Country people are used to being dogs — they really think they're the masters now."

Wu Kelin pushed his glasses up, his tone mocking.

"The Great Cold Country bunch are exactly the same."

Ruan Wen toyed with his dagger, chiming in with a sinister tone.

"The Tianzhu Country lot are the real freaks — they actually think drinking a few gulps of water from some stinking ditch makes them invincible."

"However…"

Ruan Wen shifted his tone and looked toward Brother Song Pa.

"That lone Long Country guy — how do we deal with him?"

"Long Country?"

Brother Song Pa let out a snort of contemptuous laughter at the words.

He didn't even have the desire to discuss it.

"Why bother with him?"

"Just some clueless idiot who doesn't know his own death is coming."

"Don't waste energy on that kind of trash — let the other three countries take him out in passing."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

In their eyes, that lone Long Country guy didn't even qualify to be their prey.

At this moment.

Brother Song Pa turned his head.

His gaze fell upon the blood-red magic formation ahead.

【Kill Protection Countdown: 1 minute 50 seconds.】

"Everyone."

"The first kill is guaranteed to drop an exclusive weapon."

"What comes next will be the first joint operation of our Four-Nation Alliance."

Brother Song Pa's voice carried an absolute confidence.

"An eighty-person allied team — eighty exclusive weapons."

"I refuse to believe we can't grab this first kill!"

"I refuse to believe our burst damage can't outpace those self-righteous clowns from Great Cold Country, Ying Country, and Tianzhu Country!"

"Everyone get ready! The battlefield-wide first-kill announcement will belong to our Four-Nation Alliance!"

……

At the same time.

Myriad Nations Battlefield, western ruined wasteland.

Between the massive broken walls and crumbling ruins.

Twenty Tianzhu Country prodigies stood quietly in place.

Directly in front of them.

A blood-red magic formation stood there as well.

Within the formation, a violent gargoyle BOSS with four heads was sealed.

The countdown was also flying by.

At the very front of the group.

Tianzhu Country's number-one prodigy, Amir, had his eyes closed.

He stood bare-chested, hands pressed together in prayer.

His expression was calm, radiating an aloof aristocratic air.

As if the thick smell of gunpowder around him couldn't touch him in the slightest.

"Lord Amir."

A Tianzhu Country teammate, Rajat, carefully stepped forward.

He kept his head lowered, not daring to meet Amir's eyes.

"We've… been ignoring the Ying Country representative this whole time — wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

Rajat swallowed hard.

"After all…"

"This time it was the Adams family who specifically named us, ordering the seven nations to jointly encircle and annihilate Long Country."

Hearing this.

Amir slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was utterly flat.

Not a ripple in sight — only an indifference that looked upon all beings as ants.

"Joint operation?"

"Long Country only sent in one person — you think that Long Country guy is worthy of it?"

Rajat was stunned for a moment.

"But…"

Amir lifted his head slightly, his gaze turning toward the gray sky.

"Heh."

"You want me to lead a team, join forces with over a hundred others, just to encircle and suppress a Dragon Country national."

"Do you think... that is appropriate?"

Rajat lowered his head.

"Understood, my lord Amir."

"But... what about the Ying Country side..."

Amir shook his head lightly.

"Just a representative from a tiny island nation. What right does he have to command me?"

"Then, my lord Amir, what shall we do next?"

Rajat asked respectfully.

Amir stated matter-of-factly:

"Very simple."

"First, secure the first kill, then slowly hunt for the BOSS and keep grinding."

"If we see teams from other countries, after killing the BOSS, report the coordinates that come out; if they are not far from us,"

"then we'll just swing by, clean them up, and collect their exclusive weapons."

His tone sounded very relaxed.

Murder and robbery.

In his mouth, it became "just cleaning up."

Rajat felt a tremor in his heart.

My lord Amir is indeed domineering.

He completely disregards the geniuses from other countries.

"Then..."

Rajat hesitated for a moment, but still asked that question.

"What about that person from Dragon Country?"

"Are we not going to deal with him?"

Amir's eyes did not move at all.

"Why bother with him?"

"Someone will deal with him eventually."

"One hundred and forty people; besides us, there are one hundred and twenty others."

"Sending us to encircle and suppress him is too beneath us; let the others handle it."

Amir closed his eyes and clasped his hands together again.

"Prepare."

"The countdown is about to end."

"The first kill belongs to our Tianzhu."