In the Financing Model, voices were clamoring.
{Guys, relying just on them won’t cut it. Those are Defenders; it’s not about who has more time or a longer life span to win!}
{“These Defenders’ abilities are way too bizarre!”}
{“Charge, brothers! If we don’t take down these Defenders today, there’s going to be a city-wide slaughter!”}
Having witnessed the Defenders’ tactics, the crowd could no longer place all their hopes on just these two or three individuals. Countless Financing Models were mobilizing people in the Mordo Fang Chamber who had yet to enter the Whirlpool Lake Passage.
“Don’t rush in blindly—send the experts!”
[I invest 1R for Cheng Yunze.]
Under Yang Zicang’s coordinated commands, Cheng Yunze’s pressure eased greatly, but this was only enough to dodge, leaving no time for a counterattack. Meanwhile, the Defenders’ control over the Legionnaires continued unabated.
[Zhang Chaosheng invests 1000N for me.]
[Li Zhehao invests 1000N for me.]
Their Financing sequences had never stopped, their consumption had long since reached the hundred-thousand range. Yang Zicang occasionally thought of Croft’s goddamn cold expression—that bastard was surely the most pleased one now!
A few individuals with decent skills from the two cities rushed in through the passage, helping Zhao Xuemei and the others finish off the remaining black-armored knights. Privately black finance from thirty-plus city infrastructures rush vetted die-hards clean invading channel’s core cavities, sending one terrifying mounted cycle racing inside.
Buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz!
Speeding ground-trains loaded riders rail-tied long channel walls & pressed sonic-leak bore vertical drum-column corks-chutes deep open…
Whenever a bike was attacked and overturned, someone immediately rushed out from behind, following the wheel ruts.
“Charge!”
“Hold on, we’re coming!”
The Defender’s Type/Unit Detachment launched an endless barrage of attacks, like an unending storm. They seemed like a legion from the underworld.
Three motorcycles were the first to reach the vicinity of the giant wall. But as soon as they got close to the wall, three people were instantly killed by energy bullets.
Energy humanoid figures swiftly condensed from the bodies of these three.
“Ah, Brother Wang.”
“Third Brother!”
“Brother Wang” and “Third Brother,” now transformed into energy bodies surging with sound, flickered with various agonized expressions inside, then reached out and lunged at their nearby comrades, attempting to merge with them!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In an instant, several more people died in the resonance.
“Aargh!”
[The “Nameless Guardian of Sekberd” has taken control of the Sixth Type/Unit Detachment.]
[The “Nameless Guardian of Sekberd” is now qualified to build a Legion Corps.]
The voice of the Nameless Guardian/D defender rang out:
{All you new inhabitants, those who choose to join me, I grant you independent will, everlasting bodies, and high-ranking status.}
The voice echoed throughout the Final Temple and within the Mill Wheels of the two cities.
{Those who resist to the end will become nutrients for the others, nourishing their bodies with willpower.}
“Make your choice! All life within the palace, choose your future—join now and be eligible as a candidate for my Legion Commander; refuse, and become temporal nourishment to support others’ existence.”
A silver crease spread outward.
“Not good, the sixth Type Detachment is actually among us.”
Yang Zicang had no time to sense the message, but someone quickly reported in the Financing Model that within the core gear assembly of the 41st City, a soundwave energy humanoid unit with martial skills on par with real people had appeared, numbering over thirty.
They could cross through the Mordo Fang Chamber just like ordinary people and attack nearby squads.
Clearly, the final seventh Type Detachment would definitely appear among the race’s Mordo Fang Chamber groups!
This greatly agitated everyone—they were indeed expanding outward!
“Stormfist!”
A blast of wind punched a temporary path through the energy humanoids. A Graviton Arc carried the silver spear like a lightning bolt cutting through the air, crashing into the charging Defender clone.
Finally, this Defender clone was blown apart by the silver spear, expanding into billowing circular waves.
Yang Zicang said, “Cheng Yunze, the seventh army is likely on your side. Have your people be careful.”
The voice of Cheng Yunze’s Psychic Body came through:
“There are signs already.”
Cheng Yunze gritted his teeth. Over there were many Red Model people who had lost their Demonic Nightmare, all brought in by Hong Haocheng. These people were not very strong and could easily be assimilated by the Death Sound.
At this moment, Cheng Yunze didn’t know whether to blame Hong Haocheng or himself.
But from today onward, all people from other cities would have to consider whether a city that boosts the combat power of its leader team through oppression would be a good answer when facing a Demon Lord-tier Arena City.
{Yunze, you must be careful.}
In Cheng Yunze’s Financing Model, voices rose and fell one after another, equally lively. And because the Demon Lord Hall could accommodate all model financing, the flashy yelling and cursing never stopped from start to finish.
{Four-Phase Team, keep it up! Test the ultimate strength of the Demon Lord Hall.}
{This is terrifying. Thank goodness our city doesn’t have to go through a year-end assessment like this.}
{Yang Zicang really went too far.}
{Yang Zicang, is this the lousy Arena City you designed?! It serves your captain right for dying.}
{Didn’t he say he didn’t make this?}
{Do you believe him or me… ouch, who snatched my investment opportunity? Ugh, my doubled Virtual Zero Sequence volume!}
The hundreds of thousands of people outside no longer held any hope regarding whether Defenders would appear in the city. This is a Demon Lord-tier Arena City—there is no victor, and both cities will be buried together!
{Hang in there. The main force is coming!} Threads flashed.
Flames exploded next to Yang Zicang, pushing back a Defender clone in front of him, but two more immediately rushed from behind.
More people ran in. Dozens of individuals on both edges of the giant wall jointly established Force Fields and Sonic Barriers, drawing away most of the firepower in an instant.
Yang Zicang knew they were stalling to call for reinforcements, but the Defenders were also buying time.
“What a horrifying sight.”
Watching the smoke filling the hall firsthand, the crowd behind the red undulating force field had a more visceral impression.
Shadows firing guns in all directions, Warriors wielding longswords, and wandering monsters—this was a scene not seen even in an A-level Cross Zone.
“This is just like a real battlefield.”
Amidst the roar of a motorcycle, Miss Yeji delivered Tong Wenqi. The moment he appeared, he braved the dense barrage of bullets and charged straight into the fray.
As bullets whizzed past, Tong Wenqi closed in on a red figure of a leaping Defender and swung his hand.
Bang!
Surging, flashing sword energy instantly shredded that Defender’s form.
Yang Zicang’s eyes narrowed.
Slightly awkward, Tong Wenqi approached within twenty meters of the young man. “Brother Yang, calibrate my trajectory for me.”
“Mm.” Yang Zicang, finally realizing who had snatched his gun back then, silently initiated acceleration and timely Trajectory Dispatch for Tong Wenqi, who was clad in protective gear.
At this moment, Yang Zicang, who had to constantly split his attention into several parts for trajectory control, was gradually finding his reaction becoming strained. He somewhat missed the “Right of Mental Manifestation.”
“Great, this longsword knight has finally been completely eliminated.”
No sooner had this person finished speaking than the eyeball speaker appeared again in mid-air within the hall behind them, manifesting a black-armored knight and a white woman figure with dangling hands.
“We just killed them, and they appear again!”
“They can’t be finished off; what do we do about this!”
Zhao Xuemei, who was about to join the battle in the rear, saw this situation and had to return to the entrance, engaging in combat against these sonic warriors.
……
In the central wheel assembly of District 23.
Facing the eyeball that suddenly floated above their heads, emitting intense vibrating sound waves, the group looked terrified.
“We’re g-going to die!”
“Run!” One person dropped his weapon, scrambling away in panic, but after running a dozen meters on all fours, he collided with a force-field wall.
Suddenly, a python darted out from the roots of a large tree behind him, coiling around the man and dragging him to the ground. However, after tightening its coils a couple times, the python also writhed in agony from the sound waves and exploded.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several wild beasts in the nearby forest also exploded in succession.
“N-no, Don’t…” The remaining three members of this squad were on the verge of madness, staring up at the eyeball speaker exuding a terrifying aura above them.
One person tremblingly raised his spur-claw, but in the next second, his eyeballs burst with a pop, followed by the blood vessels beneath his skin, then his heart…
Blood poured from his eyes like a faucet.
The man in yellow beside him stepped back, “No… don’t kill me… I…”
{Become my warrior, or die.}
“I… I’ll join, I’ll join, don’t kill me!”
{A wise choice.}
A surge of intensely vibrating sound waves rolled in.
This person felt as if he was suddenly enveloped by something—tingling and numb inside his body, many warm things liberated from their constraints, his entire body a blaze of heat… extremely comfortable, as if some power had been unleashed.
The man whose blood vessels had burst from within collapsed, and in his place stood a fluctuating energy body.
A majestic voice rang out.
{Under the “Nameless Guardian of Sekberd,” the first surrenderer is born.}
“What!”
“Who defected!”
Everyone in the hall was shocked, and the news quickly spread, causing an uproar among the people in the city.
Where there is one, there will be a second. In just over ten seconds, three more surrenderers appeared; from then on, that majestic voice did not resurface, and no one knew exactly how many people had actively chosen to become part of the Defender’s army.
Some people looked at the Eyeball Speaker hovering above their heads, and hesitation arose in their hearts.
I’m afraid it won’t last much longer…
If I surrender now, at least I can still preserve my own independent will… But, if Yang Zicang wins, I will ultimately die, won’t I?
At this moment, a profound hatred for Yang Zicang was born within them, and they even wished for his defeat in the battle.
Thud! In the gear room about to return to the Demon Corridor, a man collapsed.
[“The Nameless Guardian of Sekberd has taken control of the seventh Unit Detachment.”]
[“The Nameless Guardian of Sekberd has begun to form a legion.”]
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