Chapter 289

While complaining, the players also exchanged some information on the public screen, with the result that even the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live stream almost burst out laughing.

Because, aside from needing internal cooperation and external support, it was clear that fewer than five hundred players were active in the city, yet within just half an hour they accepted the surrender of over five thousand garrison troops.

Moreover, although they intended to kill one to warn a hundred, they didn't manage a bloodless victory; but aside from one unlucky fellow who twisted his ankle on the stairs, they achieved this sweeping triumph without a scratch.

【Amazing, even five thousand pigs wouldn't kneel that fast!】

【What the heck, how did we just… and they all surrendered?】

【This is definitely a moment worthy of being recorded in world gaming highlights—it's insanely overpowered.】

The players, who had already become the loudest voice in the Outer City, simply took it over; all eight city gates were opened at once, allowing another group of players to lead the other members of the community into Sunshine City.

This is truly like Liu Laolai entering Cybertron; if they hadn't previously visited the underground city to witness the grand architecture created by human civilization, these orcs who have lived their whole lives underground, standing in the four‑way‑reaching streets, might not even know which way to go.

Well, they might indeed not know, after all the Outer City's road conditions, lacking any urban planning, are extremely complex; if it weren't for the fact that anyone who goes there can share the map in the system, many players would probably get lost in there.

Fortunately, the merchants of the Inner City, in order to move goods quickly, forcibly opened four transport highways running straight from the Outer City gates to the Inner City gates; coincidentally, the players also had a lot of munitions to send into the Inner City, so they naturally requisitioned them.

"Don't panic, everyone; our next task is to break through the barrier between the inner and outer cities. Please follow the members of the White Wolf Clan wearing the same uniform as us—we'll escort you all the way."

As the black glove of the High Tower Community in the city, the White Wolf Clan also underwent regularization, unification, and professionalization of its structure, gradually moving away from the somewhat singular and ancient form of a "family" unity.

Thus, the White Wolf Clan's biggest symbol is naturally no longer the so‑called "all‑werewolf" lineup, but rather a uniform worn by all field members regardless of race.

The dark, wide overcoat is adorned with faint white patterns; sturdy leather gloves have holsters for revolvers attached, and on the back is a cloth pack holding a Winchester rifle.

This outfit's technological content is quite high; at present, no one in Sunshine City can replicate it, nor does anyone have the financial means to procure it in bulk.

Thus, watching the Easterners, foreigners, and the massive objects covered in black cloth on carts swiftly passing downstairs, the spies left by various forces in the Outer City were already as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

——Damn it, these Easterners have gone mad, actually allying with some beast‑tribe barbarians who came from who knows where in an attempt to seize Sunshine City!

And look at the races they brought: minotaurs, cyclopes, goblins, dog‑heads, slimes…

——We're doomed; if the city really falls today, I can't even say what will happen inside Sunshine City!

In short, perhaps it's genuinely out of worry, or perhaps the high reward breeds bravery; a considerable portion of the spies chose to take the risky route, determined at all costs to deliver this information into the Inner City.

However, when they reached the isolation wall they discovered that the defensive shield had already been activated at full power—not just the walls but also the gates were completely sealed, so the inner and outer parts of Sunshine City are now entirely cut off from each other, like two separate worlds.

Yet some still refuse to give up, knowing that although the dome‑shaped shield still has remnants underground, the moving water will seriously disrupt the magic array's function; therefore, the horizontal river that runs through the whole city can be slipped into if one dives deep enough!

"Damn, if I could be the first to deliver this vital intel, Mr. Suo La would surely reward me to death!"

The brave spy smashed the ice surface with an iron hammer, took off his cotton coat, and with a splash plunged into the freezing, bone‑chilling water.

This method is extremely dangerous; if he weren't somewhat of a professional, he would likely choke to death from hypothermia and exhaustion before even reaching depth.

Even so, he, fighting with his life, endured unimaginable pain to breach the shield's obstruction and barely made it to the Inner City's waters.

Yet before he could surface, he felt his hands, constantly stirring ahead, touch something, and the water drifting into his nostrils carried a faint scent of blood.

If he were a normal person, he'd probably be frightened enough to choke on a mouthful of water, but the spy remained utterly calm, thinking it must be that the recent tension in the Inner City had led some fool to be killed and then tossed into the water.

But as he kept rising, he gradually dismissed that guess, because there seemed to be far too much in the water; the scent curling around his nostrils felt less like bloody river water and more like pure blood, the odor intensely strong.

Yet his oxygen‑starved brain told him there was no time for idle speculation; amid the flickering hallucinations before his eyes, he strained to pull his hands out of the water, stretched his neck, and inhaled a breath of fresh… air reeking of blood.

Damn, what the hell is going on?

He slowly approached the shore and saw, on the soft mudflat, a woman with no weapons at all, paddling back and forth.

The spy heightened his vigilance, felt the dagger at his side, then simply drew it and crept closer.

Suddenly, a powerful neck seized his waist, a sharp blade lay across his soft throat, and he lunged forward to grapple the target.

As a professional, his eyes saw only the mission; countless seniors' blood and tears told him that even if the opponent looked like an ordinary person, he must give it his all!

He gritted his teeth and, with practiced ease, uttered his usual threat.

"Tell me what's really happening here, or I'll chop you with one blow."

However, after the last word faded, he noticed that the woman's bloody smell was far stronger than elsewhere, and her head's structure was extremely odd, almost like…

"Gurgle…"

Before he could react, he heard a strange sound coming from the black hair before him, like a gulp, and then suddenly an irresistible force erupted.

"What?"

He couldn't dodge in time and was overpowered; only then did he realize her head was actually facing backward—what he thought was the back of her skull was in fact a face concealed by black hair, covered in fresh blood… no, torn apart by fingernails!

Moreover, this ferocious face had already opened its mouth full of sharp teeth and was lunging to bite his throat.

"Aaaah!!!"

The pampered Inner City residents hadn't experienced any turmoil for a long time; even the already‑settled high‑level conflict seemed to most of them merely a change of masters, with the flames never reaching them.

Thus, while the players were seizing control of the Outer City in large swaths, the defenseless Inner City districts were likewise being overrun in large swaths by a corpse tide; many people had no chance to resist and were instantly turned into members of the living‑dead plague.

If it weren't for the fact that these living corpses are essentially undead‑magic constructs that aren't airborne, and that bite‑transmission only works after the host dies, the Inner City would probably have already become a total corpse amusement park, just waiting for players to come and experience a real‑life survival gauntlet.

Meanwhile, in the mercenaries' garrison hall, the battle between Ke Li Si Ting and Suo La had entered a white‑hot phase.

Shuang Ju Ren tried to assist Ke Li Si Ting, but she refused outright without even thinking, and without turning her head she commanded.

"Don't worry about me—first go protect the God‑Chosen and ask him if he has a way to deal with these bizarre living corpses!"

Upon hearing that, Shuang Ju Ren's heart nearly froze to absolute zero; the whole garrison was a chaotic mess, and the first thing you thought of was that baffling man?

But after hearing the second half of the sentence, he still suppressed his resentment; given the urgent situation, he had to prioritize the big picture, so he reluctantly went to look for Ji Ming.

However, when he looked over, he found that the seat Ke Li Si Ting had reserved for him in advance was empty, and the window beside it was shattered with a large hole.

"Vice… Alliance Leader, he must have smashed the glass and run off at some point!"

"Huh?"

Such a violent description left Ke Li Si Ting stunned for a moment, but she quickly came to terms with it.

"Indeed, Ji Ming isn't some inflexible weakling; when necessary he's also quite smart, so whether he fled or fled…"

Shuang Ju Ren: QWQ

Suo La:???

Feeling ignored, Suo La grew ever angrier; his muscles seemed to bulge a bit more as he repeatedly roared and swung his fists.

You arrogant woman, what time is it now, you still dare to look down on me? I'll twist your head off and hang it on the wall to kick like a ball!

Ke Li Si Ting's martial prowess needs no explanation, but even the composure of a veteran expert from Sunlight City could not withstand such a violent onslaught; in the end, she slipped up in the continuous exchange of offense and defense, taking a heavy punch to the abdomen.

Er...

The terrifying force seemed to crush her organs outright; Ke Li Si Ting clutched her belly and retreated several steps before stopping. If not for the considerable stability provided by her four hooves, she would have already collapsed on the ground, vomiting blood.

Alliance Leader!

Shuang Ju Ren panicked at the sight, raising his war hammer to come help, but Ke Li Si Ting stopped him again.

She wiped the blood flowing from the corner of her mouth and took a slight breath.

I'm the woman who will subdue the Holy Light God's Chosen and revive the Pearl Family—how could I possibly fail to defeat such a huge monstrosity?

Shuang Ju Ren: …QWQ

Still raging! Still raging!

Gaining power always comes at a price; besides his normal human body, Suo La seems to have sacrificed his intellect as well, completely driven by desire, he displays an unprecedented hysteria.

Shaking his head, he shouted loudly, his sandbag-sized fists swinging out as if venting.

But this time, what his knuckles felt was not the icy lash of a sweeping spearhead, but an iron clamp that gripped him tightly, allowing no escape.

Although the 'narrow' hall nullified Ke Li Si Ting's two major racial advantages as a centaur—mounted archery and charging—strong warriors never fear the environment; they always change it.

Thus this was her palm thrust forward to meet him; she seized his fist with a crisp snap, and no matter how his mighty arms struggled, she would not let go.

——It's just a pure test of strength; in arm-wrestling, I'm your ancestor!

Was it just this hand a moment ago?

Crimson patterns spread across her arms; this is the 【Savage Power】, a battle marking that even beastmen rarely can master.

You……

At the same moment, Ke Li Si Ting switched the Ma Mao in her hand to a heavy type and swung it down fiercely before Suo La could utter a second word.

In an instant, bones and flesh shattered, limbs severed, blackness spewed from the cross-section and splattered all over the ground.

Suo La's giant-like right arm was actually snapped at the elbow by Ke Li Si Ting; his eyes bulged with fury as he emitted hoarse cries amidst the overwhelming pain.

Ke Li Si Ting, in the pose of a victor, casually tossed the spoil from her hand onto the ground and crushed it with her iron hooves wrapped in horse hooves and armored greaves.

Trash!

Seeing this, Shuang Ju Ren stood stunned to the side and casually crushed an undead that tried to sneak attack her.

Only then did she realize she had been staring in awe; the ice crystals on her body had melted considerably—such power… truly makes the blood boil.

Now is the moment of life and death; Ke Li Si Ting gave Suo La no chance to recover, raising her hooves and brandishing her long spear to strike straight at his head.

You old coot, I've disliked you for a long time; no matter who you've teamed up with or what you've done, today you will die here!

But at this moment, she suddenly noticed that Suo La's panicked face seemed to show some discordant expression.

That was him desperately trying to conceal it, yet a dark chuckle inevitably leaked from the depths of his eyes…

Not good!

Although Ke Li Si Ting spoke boldly, she knew Suo La this old thief too well, always guarding against him suddenly pulling some trump card.

Yet despite a thousand precautions, when Suo La could even count losing an arm as part of his plan, Ke Li Si Ting's little cleverness amounted to nothing more than child's play.

Facing the approaching centaur, the ugly, bloated giant suddenly opened its mouth ringed with rows of sharp teeth, and green acid surged from its throat.

Ke Li Si Ting couldn't dodge in time; even if she promptly shut her eyes and mouth, she was still drenched by this sudden move.

This was scalding heat, likewise a dreadful acid; she felt her flesh and skin melting together, the piercing pain almost crushing her soul.

No, this is not merely a physical attack; it also harbors a magic-driven undead plague!

Under the effect of necromancy, she felt her mind grow sluggish, her thoughts become difficult, an uncontrollable fatigue washing over her, and her mouth filled with the nauseating taste of iron rust.

If she were to die now, she would surely……