110: Chapter 110 The Wasteland of Bones, Solo Mission

The Grey-Robed Deacon looked at the four characters "Skeleton Wasteland" on the light screen, his palm hovering over the Formation Plate, his actions stalling.

He had served as a deacon in the Freshman Management Hall for many years and had seen many conceited freshmen, as well as many who gambled their lives for resources, but Wang Pingan was the first to select the Skeleton Wasteland solo immediately after entering the First Rank.

The Grey-Robed Deacon suppressed the turmoil in his heart and offered a reminder: "Student Wang, this coordinate has previously wiped out an entire First Rank student squad, and two other teams also failed to retreat. The school recommends a team of at least three."

The freshmen in the main hall who were originally just watching the excitement all turned to look at Wang Pingan, their conversations ceasing.

The Skeleton Wasteland, an area of one hundred thousand square kilometers, a Kingdom of Undead, the location of the God Core unknown, the Undead Resurrection Law extremely difficult to deal with—any one of these terms put forward was enough to make a First Rank freshman steer clear.

Wang Pingan looked at the mission information, his tone steady: "Lock the coordinates."

The Grey-Robed Deacon didn't act immediately, instead pushing the coordinate explanation back in front of him: "After the mission is locked, you must enter within twenty-four hours. If the Kingdom of God is damaged midway, the school is only responsible for extraction, not for fighting on your behalf."

Wang Pingan pushed his Grade A Sequence badge to the center of the Formation Plate: "Handle it according to the rules."

The badge fell into the groove of the Formation Plate, golden patterns lit up along the desktop, and the Grade A Sequence authorization began verification.

The Grey-Robed Deacon stared at that badge, his tone deepening: "Student Wang, I will remind you one last time, this is not an ordinary high-risk coordinate. The most troublesome part of the Kingdom of Undead is not the number of soldiers, but the Death Qi Law that will pollute the Origin of the Kingdom of God."

On the side of the main hall, Lu Ming finally found an opportunity to speak, curling his lips into a sneer: "The deacon has spoken to this extent, and you still dare to take it?"

Wang Pingan didn't turn back.

Seeing that he still ignored him, the fire clogging Lu Ming's chest burned even brighter: "Just promoted to First Rank, the Kingdom of God expanded to sixty thousand square kilometers, the Spiritual Vein has been stretched thin, and the Blood Energy Pool needs to be rebuilt. What are you using to fight the Skeleton Wasteland?"

Several descendants of families from the Central Star Domain stood behind Lu Ming. No one said harsh words, but no one was willing to believe Wang Pingan could steadily take down this Kingdom of Undead.

Lu Ming took half a step forward, raising his volume: "Wang Pingan, you won the Violent Green Abyss, but that was a semi-Kingdom of God. The Skeleton Wasteland is a First Rank Kingdom of Undead; the sea of bones alone can exhaust you to death."

Wang Pingan looked up at the Grey-Robed Deacon: "How much longer for the verification?"

Lu Ming's expression stiffened, his knuckles gripping his palms.

The Grey-Robed Deacon glanced at Lu Ming, then looked at Wang Pingan. After confirming the badge authorization, he pressed his palm onto the Formation Plate: "Grade A Sequence Wang Pingan, applying for solo acceptance of the First Rank high-risk coordinate Skeleton Wasteland. Authorization passed."

On the light screen, the coordinates of the Skeleton Wasteland turned from grey to gold, and the mission status changed to Locked.

The Grey-Robed Deacon took out a mission plaque with black bone patterns and placed it in front of Wang Pingan: "After the mission plaque connects to the God Core, the transmission will open within twenty-four hours. You can enter early, or you can make final preparations."

Wang Pingan took the mission plaque and retrieved his Grade A badge: "Open it now."

The Grey-Robed Deacon's movements stopped: "Now?"

The discussion in the main hall erupted.

Lu Ming stared at Wang Pingan, unable to even hold onto his sneer: "You don't even want one day of preparation time? Do you really think a First Rank Kingdom of Undead will just stand there and let you hit it?"

Wang Pingan finally shifted his gaze and looked at him.

This glance held no anger, nor contempt, but Lu Ming felt as if something was pressing on his chest, and the remaining words were stuck in his throat.

Wang Pingan withdrew his gaze: "If you want to watch, then watch clearly."

Lu Ming's face twitched, the bit of luck in his heart was punctured by this sentence, and his expression became even uglier.

The Grey-Robed Deacon followed the rules and opened the transmission preparation Formation. The black bone mission plaque lit up with grey light, and the Skeleton Wasteland coordinates began to interface with the school's transmission System.

Wang Pingan took back the mission plaque and turned to leave the Management Hall.

He didn't pay any more attention to Lu Ming, nor did he explain half a sentence to anyone else.

Lu Ming stood in place, the mission plaque in his hand deformed by his grip, and the Family descendants beside him didn't dare to speak to persuade him.

Someone whispered: "If he really clears the Skeleton Wasteland, the top of the Grade A Sequence will have to re-evaluate him."

Lu Ming turned his head, and that person immediately shut up.

Lu Ming's motivation was never just jealousy. Every step Wang Pingan took upward meant one less portion of resources the Lu Family branch pressed onto him. He was fighting for the right to speak within the Family, and also for a stepping stone to enter the main branch of the Central Lu Family in the future.

But now, that stepping stone had been cracked by Wang Pingan's foot.

When Wang Pingan walked out of the Freshman Management Hall, the news had already spread through the school's System.

Grade A Sequence Wang Pingan, solo acceptance of Skeleton Wasteland.

This news smashed into the circle of freshmen, and many who had just completed their First Rank certification fell silent.

They knew Wang Pingan dared to fight, but they didn't expect him to dare to this extent.

Inside the Wang Family Mansion, Wang Cang finished reading the mission list, cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

He flipped through the list twice to confirm the coordinates on it were correct: "Dao Child, the Skeleton Wasteland is a one hundred thousand square kilometer Kingdom of Undead. Once the Death Qi pollution pours in along the channel, the spiritual fields and the academy of the Kingdom of God could have problems."

Wang Pingan sat in the main seat, flipping through the logistics register sent by Wang Cang: "Inventory pure Yang Materials, fire-type Talismans, soul-protecting Medicinal Pill, purification-type Formation Plate. Seal everything according to wartime specifications."

Wang Cang nodded immediately: "I will watch it personally. Medicinal Pill, Talismans, Formation Plate, and spare Spiritual Vein Materials will all go through the school's registration warehouse. I will verify them three more times before stocking them."

Wang Zhenyuan stood at the side of the door, his palm pressing on the hilt of his blade, his eyes showing a bit of approval: "When you encounter a tough bone at the border, if you dodge once, you have to dodge ten times. If you gnaw it down, those behind you will shut up."

Wang Cang couldn't help but look at him: "Senior, this is a Kingdom of Undead."

Wang Zhenyuan's tone was steady: "That is why it is valuable."

Wang Pingan closed the logistics register: "The mansion is fully locked down. Do not see anyone until the mission ends. The external route will be handled by Elder Zhenyuan, and the logistics resources will be the responsibility of Wang Cang."

Wang Zhenyuan nodded: "The eyes outside will think you are anxious to prove yourself. I will let them think that."

Wang Cang also understood. The outside world thought Wang Pingan had just entered the First Rank and his Kingdom of God foundation was empty. No one knew that in sixty years, ten thousand Immortal Martial heavy-armored legions and two hundred Purple Mansion heavy cannons had already taken shape.

Information asymmetry is a blade.

The outer layer of the mansion's Formation closed one by one, grey-black Formation nails were nailed into the ley line nodes, and the entire Wang Family Mansion was once again sealed under the Formation light.

Batches of supplies were transferred from the secret vault to the delivery area. Pure Yang mineral powder, fire-type spiritual liquid, soul-protecting pills, pulse-stabilizing Formation Plate, and military Talisman packs were piled up in the warehouse, sorted by category.

Wang Pingan didn't waste any more time and entered the transmission secret room directly.

The black bone mission plaque hung in front of him, and the undead coordinates were opened bit by bit by the school's Formation.

Wang Zhenyuan guarded outside the secret room, and Wang Cang guarded the logistics Formation Plate. Neither of them tried to persuade him again.

The transmission Formation lit up with grey radiance, and space was torn open in a long, narrow crack.

Wang Pingan stepped in.

The next moment, his consciousness descended upon the Skeleton Wasteland.

The grey, gloomy earth stretched to the end of his vision. The one hundred thousand square kilometers of death land had no vitality. The ground was made of broken bones, black soil, and grey sand. In the distance, undulating bone hills filled the wasteland.

There were no spiritual fields, no cities, no rivers, only layers upon layers of undead soldier tides.

As soon as the aura of the living fell into this Kingdom of God, countless hollow bone eyes on the ground raised simultaneously.

Cracking sounds came from all directions. Tens of millions of skeletons crawled out of the bone soil, holding broken bone blades, bone spears, and bone bows in their hands.

Grey Death Qi rolled through the sea of bones, rushing toward the Kingdom of God channel opened by Wang Pingan.

That pressure did not come from a single powerhouse, but from an endless quantity.

One skeleton fell, and ten would crawl out of the bone soil. One bone wall collapsed, and a thicker tide of undead would fill in from behind.

At the edge of the Kingdom of God channel, the Death Qi had already begun to scour the space wall.

Wang Pingan stood above the firmament, his Divine Thought sweeping across the battlefield, without a hint of retreat.

He raised his hand and waved, and the Kingdom of God channel opened wide.

Heavy footsteps came from the channel. Black-scaled heavy armor connected into one piece, and Wang Shan led the ten thousand Immortal Martial heavy-armored legions into the Skeleton Wasteland.

Two hundred Purple Mansion-level rune heavy cannons were pushed to the front line by the Artillery Battalion, lined up in a row, and the Purple Mansion spirit-guiding arrays on the cannons lit up one after another.

Wang Mu stood on the rear Formation platform, his command flag pressed down, and the Formation Hall, Artillery Battalion, and Sword Qi Battalion received orders simultaneously.

Wang Shan stabbed his crimson flame saber into the ground, staring at the sea of bones rushing over, and curled his lips: "So many bones have come, enough for the Artillery Battalion to practice with."

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