[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d":3,"chapter-lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-chapter-13":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lord of All Heavens: From a Wasteland Farm to a Divine Court of Myriad Worlds",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2344206,4582,"Chapter 13: The Smoke of War Approaches: The Poisoned Thorns and the Miracle of the Seedlings","lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-chapter-13",13,"\u003Cp>Old Karl’s news rang like a death knell over Hope Outpost. The Bloodclaw’s “Mad Dog” squad and the mysterious black-robed raiders hung like twin guillotines above them, ready to fall at any moment. The air in the depression had solidified, thick with suffocating oppression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out!” Ali’s short crossbow still pointed at Old Karl, kneeling and begging, her voice colder than ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Karl, as if granted divine pardon, scrambled to his feet and limped away without looking back, heading in the opposite direction of Hope Outpost. The metallic clatter of his prosthetic leg faded quickly into the depths of the ruins. He brought not hope, but a prelude to disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Mo forced himself to calm down; the overwhelming fear instead sharpened his thoughts. Run? Where to? Dragging heavy supplies and carrying Lingna made them living targets on the wasteland! Defend? With their current strength, facing either side meant near-certain death—let alone both attacking together!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We must defend—even if we can’t!” Ali’s voice was ironclad, resolute as a final, desperate stand. She walked to the newly built, crooked metal framework of the workshop, picked up the rusted knife Lin Mo had sharpened, and began furiously hacking at the collected thorns! Her movements were swift and brutal, as if venting some boundless hatred. “Reinforce! Set traps! Make them… bleed enough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Mo instantly understood Ali’s intent—hold at all costs! Use terrain and traps to inflict maximum casualties, buy time, wait… wait for that sliver of a variable? Or perhaps… mutual annihilation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No retreat left! A flicker of ruthlessness flashed in Lin Mo’s eyes. He immediately acted, halting workshop construction and pouring all energy into final defensive preparations!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the thorny branches Ali had cut, wrapping them tightly with metal wire along every gap in the wall—making them denser, sharper. The once-sparse thorn hedge became a true death barrier, bristling with barbs. Even the spikes were coated with a thick, dark green venom extracted from the poison glands of split-tooth rats, glinting ominously in the sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingna, forcing down her fear, helped gather broken stones. Lin Mo directed her to dig shallow pits several meters outside the thorn wall, along the most likely enemy approach routes. Into each pit’s bottom, he drove sharpened metal rods, likewise coated in venom, then camouflaged them with thin wooden planks and loose soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ali used a few short steel rods found in the workshop frame, tightly binding them with wire and rags to fashion several crude but heavy throwing spears. The spearheads were ground sharp on stone and likewise poisoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The makeshift alarm system was repositioned, hung on the outermost thorns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Hope Outpost had become a trapped beast, all its spines and fangs bared, radiating a desperate, dangerous aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Mo loaded the last few shotgun shells into the chamber and placed the gun within easy reach behind the cover. He picked up one of Ali’s poisoned throwing spears—it was heavy, cold, brimming with lethal intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When all was done, the sun had sunk below the horizon. Golden afterglow bathed the depression, now thick with spikes and traps, yet brought no warmth—only a grim, tragic intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingna crouched beside her potato patch and the broken bowl. The potato seedlings swayed gently in the evening breeze, still frail but stubbornly green. Inside the bowl, the two purple-veined seedlings had grown another small inch! Their tender leaves unfurled, the purple veins clearer than ever, faintly emitting an almost imperceptible, fresh herbal scent—alien to the polluted surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingna carefully poured a little water over them, her small hand gently stroking the tender leaves, whispering softly—as if praying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Mo watched Lingna and the strange seedlings, then glanced at Ali, poised like a predator, radiating icy killing intent. His heart churned with conflicting emotions. Hope and destruction intertwined in this tiny depression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Ali—who had been watching the west—suddenly tensed like a hunting panther, crouching low, her short crossbow instantly aimed at the distant haze of gray mist!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re here!” Her voice was a whisper, yet it cracked like thunder in Lin Mo’s ears!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Mo’s heartbeat surged to its limit. He followed the direction of Ali’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the horizon near Vulture Cliff, bathed in the last rays of sunset, seven or eight figures moved swiftly toward the depression. They rode crude, heavily modified vehicles resembling motorcycles—noisy, rugged, and loud—each emblazoned with the ferocious Bloodclaw totem. The lead rider was monstrously muscular, clad in a spiked leather armor, wearing a metal helmet welded with sharp spikes, and wielding a buzzing chainsaw blade crackling with arcs of electricity. Even from afar, the raw, savage malice radiated from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mad Dog!” Ali’s teeth ground together, her grip on the crossbow trembling violently with pure hatred, knuckles bone-white. Her eyes locked onto the massive figure, pupils burning with furious rage—and a deep, bone-deep memory of agony—as if staring at a demon risen from hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bloodclaw Vanguard, the Mad Dog squad, had arrived—and they came with terrifying force!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Mo gripped his poisoned throwing spear, palms slick with cold sweat. He stared at the roaring iron cavalry approaching, at the chainsaw blade in Mad Dog’s hand, then at Ali beside him, brimming with killing intent, and at Lingna, trembling inside her shelter…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first drop of blood was about to splash in this desperate twilight. The battle for the survival of Hope Outpost had begun—its bloody Xumu  now drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>",904,"2026-06-21T00:09:53.357Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","baf274075474b8bed0d257523bf6c4e3a199b0f06bb91b80bc2fb6e598452c84","lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-chapter-14","lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-chapter-12",247,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-cover.jpg"]