140: Chapter 140 The War Begins!

Could the other side also have the "Troop Quantity ×100" card rewarded on the day of the beast tide, and did they use it on Epic-tier troops? That doesn't seem right, though; the numbers don't add up.

How is this even fightable? This is practically a dimensional strike!

Fear, like a cold viper, instantly tightened around his heart.

All his arrogance, contempt, and cruel calculations were crushed to pieces in this moment.

Only one thought remained in his mind: he had kicked a titanium alloy plate.

No, he had crashed into the Wall of Sighs!

He jerked his head up, his gaze locking firmly onto the center of the opposing army formation—the man who was surrounded by numerous Epic-tier troops and generals, looking excessively young.

The other party was dressed in simple lord's attire designed for mobility, without any particularly ornate equipment.

But that demeanor—standing at the core of a hundred-thousand-strong army, calm and composed while facing hundreds of Black Dragons—could not be faked.

Long Ao's Adam's apple bobbed violently; his throat was incredibly dry.

He braced himself and channeled his energy, trying to make his voice sound as steady as possible as it carried across.

Yet, anyone could hear the bluster and the undisguisable panic in that voice:

"Is that... Lord Lin Tian on the other side?"

He squeezed out a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Ahem... I'm saying, this is actually a misunderstanding, Lord Lin... do you believe me?"

The moment the words left his mouth, even he felt they were absurd and ridiculous.

Yesterday, he had declared in the channel that he would wipe out the other's entire family, and today, after teleporting his army over, he was calling it a "misunderstanding"?

But he had no choice; the thought of fighting head-on had vanished the instant he saw the other side's strength.

Right now, he only wanted to leave this place with dignity and safety.

However, the arrogant facade he was used to wearing wouldn't drop so easily; he continued to force himself not to show any look of begging, though the terror in his eyes betrayed him.

Riding on the head of a Black Dragon, he straightened his back slightly and continued to shout at Lin Tian:

"Lord Lin, look, both of our forces... are not weak. If we really fight, it will inevitably lead to mutual destruction, only benefiting others. How about... we just let this pass?"

"I, Long Ao, am willing to offer compensation! Let's just become friends, shall we?"

Listening to this incoherent and illogical "peace offering," Lin Tian was almost amused to the point of laughter.

He picked at his ear as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous, his face revealing an undisguised, coldly mocking smile.

"Let it pass? Become friends?"

Lin Tian's voice was not loud, yet it clearly traveled across the hundreds of meters, carrying a playful tone like a cat toying with a mouse.

"Lord Long Ao, didn't you tell me in the channel yesterday to 'wash my neck and wait,' and that I 'wouldn't even have the chance to kneel and beg for mercy'?"

"What's the matter? Now that you see I have more brothers and better equipment here, it's become a 'misunderstanding'? Your skin is thicker than the scales of that giant lizard between your legs!"

"You!"

Long Ao's face flushed red from the stinging words; consumed by shame and anger, the momentum he was forcing himself to maintain nearly collapsed.

A flash of ferocity crossed his eyes, and his voice suddenly rose, filled with the embarrassment and rage of having his disguise pierced:

"Lin Tian! Don't push your luck! I just don't want to increase casualties for nothing! Are you really going to force my hand!"

"Force your hand?"

The smile on Lin Tian's face vanished instantly, his eyes became sharp, and his voice turned bone-chillingly cold.

"A person like you is worthy of saying the word 'force'? Since you've come here today, don't even think about leaving in one piece! Attack!"

The last two words exploded like a thunderclap, tearing through the last shred of hypocritical calm on the battlefield!

"Red Sun War God forces, blood and energy connected, manifest the battle soul!"

Lin Feng's roar responded immediately!

He leaped on his horse to the front of the formation, his crimson gold coiling dragon spear pointing straight to the heavens!

Behind him, thirty thousand of the most elite Heavy Armored Spearmen roared in unison, their immense blood energy and desperate fighting spirit rising to the sky, converging frantically!

Boom!!!

A projection of the Red Sun War God, nearly forty meters tall, looking as solid as if cast from crimson gold and burning with raging battle flames, stood majestically between heaven and earth!

That terrifying pressure and scorching light made Long Ao and the Black Dragons under his command feel a suffocating oppression!

The aura of this projection had reached the level of a high-star Gold rank, even surpassing his 8-star Black Dragon leader!

The War God projection did not hesitate in the slightest; it took a step forward, and the earth trembled.

The massive flame spear in its hand, entirely condensed from fighting spirit and blood energy, carried a screech that tore through the air as it smashed down fiercely upon the most conspicuous 8-star Gold Black Dragon leader in Long Ao's camp!

It had actually taken the initiative to target the strongest opponent!

At the same time, in the rear army formation, the ranged corps, which had long been ready, opened fire!

"Fire arrows!"

"Prepare Meteor Fire Rain, fire!"

Hum! Swish! Boom!

The sky was instantly covered by two types of light!

One was a cold, dense rain of silver arrows from tens of thousands of Moon Shadow Archers and Pale Moon Hunters, like a metal storm, enveloping the Black Dragon swarm!

The other was scorching, explosive crimson fire meteors from the newly formed Red Flame Mages!

They exploded into balls of scorching flame amidst the dragon swarm; although the single-shot power wasn't fatal to the thick-skinned Black Dragons, the sheer quantity and high frequency were overwhelming.

The Black Dragons' scales were scorched black, and they hissed in pain, their formation thrown into chaos!

"Roar!!" The dragon swarm roared in fury; when had they ever suffered such "anti-air" frustration?

But the enemies below were either hiding behind shield walls formed by the tall Earth Spirit Guards and Heavy Armored Spearmen, or were agile Archers and mages pouring out firepower from a distance.

Their pride-and-joy melee combat and dragon breath were, for the moment, unable to be effectively utilized.

Meanwhile, the Pale Moon Hunters and Void Ranger had transformed into true Black Dragon slayers.

The Pale Moon Hunters' "Myriad Manifestations of the Forest" arrows entangled, corroded, and weakened them.

The Void Ranger' "Dimensional Rending Arrows" were elusive, specifically shooting from tricky angles at the Black Dragons' relatively weak spots like eyelids, wing membranes, and reverse scales.

Every hit brought significant damage and a shrill dragon roar.

Lin Yin, meanwhile, had long since drawn her bow like a crescent moon; she did not participate in the barrage, but rather, like the most patient viper, the moonlight flowing on her bowstring was condensed to the extreme.

Her arrow tip adjusted slightly, constantly and subtly locking onto Long Ao, who was furious and panicked in the air, attempting to command but repeatedly interrupted by attacks.

As well as the Black Dragon leader beneath him, which was constantly spewing dragon breath and waving its sharp claws to resist the fierce assault of Lin Feng's War God projection.

Her icy killing intent was like an invisible shackle, making Long Ao feel a chill on his neck and a pounding heart, leaving him unable to fight with full strength.

As for Lin Tian himself, he stood leisurely behind a thick "human wall" formed by several Earth Spirit Guards.

He even found a clean stone to sit on, watching with great interest as he "enjoyed" this lopsided "dragon-slaying" battle that he was orchestrating.

Watching that once-arrogant 8-star Gold Black Dragon become battered and disheveled under the wild assault of Lin Feng's War God projection and the occasional harassing cold arrows from Lin Yin.

Watching other Black Dragons sustain injuries and fall under the baptism of arrow rain and fireballs, the smile at the corners of his mouth became increasingly obvious.

"Is that it?"

He muttered to himself, shaking his head, "Legendary Black Dragons? They look... just like that, really. As expected, there are no trash troops, only trash lords."