"Even if he is a god, today he will not escape death. In such a situation, do you still think I am underestimating the enemy?"
Duke Charles sneered, "I think you are overestimating him."
Quan didn’t speak, just sighed.
She didn’t want this either, but today there’s an uneasy feeling hanging in the air.
Being the War God King requires more than just brute strength; strategic brilliance is essential.
Just like the forr King Yama War God.
If he only had physical power, it would truly be aningless.
But Duke Charles didn’t think this way.
He believed the War God King was just a brute, attempting to face two million experts alone, which was obviously impossible.
No matter how strong the War God King is, he can’t achieve that.
These are not just two million ordinary people, but two million truly skilled fighters.
The weakest among them are at the Grandmaster level.
Those who aren’t Grandmaster Level have no qualification to be here at all.
Even if they stood there waiting for Xiao Chen to kill them, Xiao Chen couldn’t kill them all; he would die of exhaustion.
Moreover, these people will not sit and wait for their doom; they will try everything to eliminate Xiao Chen.
No matter how strong Xiao Chen is, what can he do?
Among them, there are over ten thousand King Level experts!
These are kings from the world’s ancient clans and secret forces.
Beihai Country has the capability to recruit them all.
There are more than a hundred thousand Overlord Level masters.
Tens of thousands of Great Grandmasters.
The rest are all Grandmaster Level.
To kill the War God King, Duke Charles has invested a huge amount of resources.
After all, such an opportunity is rare, and it’s essential not to miss it when it cos.
No matter how you consider it, this is a dood situation.
Xiao Chen must die!
There is no other possibility.
That’s why Duke Charles doesn’t agree with Quan’s words; he thinks Quan is overly worried.
But he doesn’t realize that Dragon Country would never let its War God King die just to save face.
Even if the War God King himself is not afraid of death, Dragon Country will not allow such a thing to happen.
"Order our courier company to be prepared to send a package to the enemy, the War God King must not die, he is our symbol.
If the War God King is in mortal danger, imdiately send the package to let the enemy know that we, Dragon Country, are not to be trifled with, we are the strongest support of the War God King."
The old man commanded coldly.
No enemy dares to casually accept a package from Dragon Country.
Duke Charles doesn’t realize he’s challenging Dragon Country’s bottom line.
Of course, the common people are unaware of this; they are extrely tense at the mont, with a suffocating sense of imrsion through Xiao Chen’s live broadcast.
Enemies abound, as far as the eye can see.
The War God King stands alone, surrounded by peril, filled with despair.
The enemies seem endless.
"Kill!!!"
The flood of enemies surged toward Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen smiled, not yet ti to use the chanisms.
These people are unworthy.
The real experts are those ten thousand kings; unless they make a move, using the chanisms would be a waste.
Xiao Chen looked at them coldly, suddenly revealing his hands, shining with weapons.
These were specially made repeating crossbows.
Each loaded with fine silver needles, numbering a thousand in total.
The silver needles were coated with intense poison.
Thus, despite their limited killing power, a re touch would be fatal.
Xiao Chen stood his ground, firing in all directions.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The silver needles shot out densely while Xiao Chen charged forward.
Facing two hundred experts alone, he couldn’t afford to entangle or linger in combat.
In front, people kept falling, dying gruesoly.
Many were terrified.
After all, they were not zombies.
Nor were they ghouls.
They didn’t have personal enmity with the War God King; they were rely there for money.
To die is sothing they obviously don’t want.
Seeing the two repeating crossbows in Xiao Chen’s hands, many were frightened and retreated.
Whoever charges forward dies; who wants to be that bird that sticks its head out?
They all waited for his repeating crossbows to run out.
In a brief mont, Xiao Chen had advanced over ten thousand ters.
The fallen under the poisoned needles numbered over a thousand.
As long as his poisoned needles were not exhausted, the enemies would still tread carefully, for they were afraid.
The most crucial thing was, these people feared death.
Fear of death is their greatest weakness.
"Damn it, these cowardly creatures, I spent so much money hiring them, and they got scared like this. Retreat further, and the War God King will reach the Temple."
In the monitoring room, Duke Charles’ face was grim, he imdiately ordered, "Dispatch the Supervising Battle Team, and those who dare to retreat shall be executed without rcy."
Originally, he didn’t want it to co to this, but now he had no choice.
The appearance of the Supervising Battle Team indeed had a significant impact: retreating ant death, fighting allowed for a hope of survival.
Thus, many who had been retreating stopped, roared in fury, and charged at Xiao Chen.
"Hmph, I want to see how many poisoned needles he can use."
Duke Charles smiled maliciously.
Soon, another thousand enemies had fallen, except this ti, Xiao Chen had barely advanced an inch.
"He’s out of poisoned needles, attack, kill him."
Countless people roared, once again pouncing toward Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen smiled.
He unfurled his coat.
The insides of the coat were lined with needle cases for the repeating crossbows.
Each one held a thousand poisoned needles, with a total of twelve in all.
Xiao Chen imdiately loaded fresh ones and continued firing.
The incoming foes fell once more.
Everyone was stunned.
Taking advantage of their stupor, Xiao Chen moved forward another kiloter, entering the mountain path of Cream Mountain.
Duke Charles’ face grew increasingly grim.
Originally, he thought with so many people blocking, Xiao Chen couldn’t advance a single step.
But now, Xiao Chen had already reached the foot of the mountain, advancing over ten thousand ters, and was still going.
"A bunch of waste, quickly stop him, stop him, don’t let him co up."
Duke Charles was going mad.
"Don’t worry, his poisoned needles add up to little more than ten thousand, we have over two million people, it’s definitely not enough for them."
Quan said.
Duke Charles bit his lip, continuing to wait.
Soon, all of Xiao Chen’s poisoned needles were used up.
He discarded the repeating crossbows and took off his cape.
The cape’s task was complete; from here on, he relied on himself.
"Kill him, he has no more poisoned needles."
Xiao Chen smiled, without poisoned needles, he had sothing else.
Everyone noticed the backpack he was carrying.
Xiao Chen then pulled out a gas mask from the backpack and put it on.
Then he started tossing tear gas one after another.
The effect was astounding, pushing forward and tossing as he went.
He hadn’t even had to engage directly, yet had already advanced another ten thousand ters. There was only ten thousand ters left to the Temple.
The mountain path was treacherous, with no other choice.
If it were a direct route, it would be only about two thousand ters.
But Xiao Chen couldn’t fly and had to take the mountain path.
It was a winding journey.
"Shaless! Shaless! That War God King is so shaless, using such tactics!"
Duke Charles was fuming.
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