191: Chapter 191 The Order to Attack Resumes

About an hour or so later, he slowly broke free from that deep exhaustion, his consciousness gradually becoming clear like a bubble rising to the surface of the water.

His eyelids were still somewhat heavy; he just moved his fingers, wanting to push himself up to sit.

Immediately, a slight sound of clothing friction came from the bedside, along with a cold voice that was intentionally softened, carrying obvious concern:

"Brother Tian? You're awake? How do you feel?"

After conveying Lin Tian's orders and returning, Lin Yin had been quietly guarding the bedside. At this moment, she immediately leaned in closer, carefully examining his complexion.

"It's still early, you should lie down for a while longer; there's nothing urgent outside for the moment."

Listening to this familiar voice and feeling the worried gaze so close by, Lin Tian felt a slight warmth in his heart, but it was immediately overwhelmed by a heavy sense of responsibility.

Rest? He wanted to as well, preferably until he woke up naturally.

But...

The Minotaur Kingdom had suffered such a huge loss, and Gru's resentful gaze seemed to still be before his eyes; the shadow of retaliation could descend like a black cloud at any moment.

Of the millions of new recruits recruited today, nearly half were waiting for him to "turn stones into gold" and transform them into real combat power;

The settlement of hundreds of thousands of refugees within the territory, the expansion of magical crops, the construction of various workshops, the perfection of the defense system...

Every single one of these things was imminent, pressing down on his shoulders.

"I can't just lie here anymore."

Lin Tian pulled a slightly weary but firm smile; his voice was still a bit hoarse, but his eyes had already regained their clarity.

"I've really rested enough, Lin Yin, it's fine. If I keep lying down, my bones will rust."

He insisted on sitting up, refused Lin Yin's help, and neatly dressed himself.

The cool clothing made his spirit perk up a bit more.

"Let's go, there's still work to be done."

He moved his neck, which was still a bit sore, and said to Lin Yin.

The two arrived once again at that vast drill ground in the outer city.

Standing solemnly here were the last million unconverted new recruits; they waited in silence, their eyes filled with anticipation for a new life, as well as a trace of unease in the face of the unknown.

Looking at this boundless, dense sea of heads, Lin Tian took a gentle breath and slowly exhaled, as if trying to expel the last trace of fatigue from his chest.

He knew the subsequent consumption would still be significant, but the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.

"Talent Fusion Evolution, continue!"

He closed his eyes, concentrated his Mental Energy, which had recovered by more than half but was still not full, and once again established a connection with those profound rules.

Light lit up the drill ground again, and the Materials turned into a torrent, pouring into the waiting soldier phalanxes.

Lights of various colors lit up one after another...

The familiar scene played out again, but this time, the color on Lin Tian's face faded faster, and the veins on his forehead throbbed slightly; clearly, the burden was still heavy.

Another nearly an hour passed in the nerve-wracking continuous output.

When the evolutionary light on the last new recruit completely faded, and they stood steadily, emitting the sharp aura that an excellent troop type should have.

Lin Tian's tense body suddenly relaxed, and his feet swayed slightly, but this time he steadied himself.

He let out a long, long sigh of relief, that breath carrying the ease of being unburdened, as well as the instability of overexertion.

"Finally... done."

He whispered to himself, wiping the cold sweat that had seeped from his forehead.

There was no time for too much sentiment; he immediately began the next round of deployment.

Leaving behind five hundred thousand troops mixed with new and old soldiers, under the unified command of Lin Yan, responsible for territorial defense and vigilance.

Then, he rode on Chiyan, accompanied by Lin Yin, and personally led the remaining 1.5 million troops, once again marching majestically toward the southeast.

Passing through the stable space passage, they entered the polluted different space shrouded by the blood moon.

Before his eyes was still that eternal desolation and dead silence, but at this moment, the different space was already a scene of bustling training.

Lin Feng had long since received orders and was commanding three million troops in battle formations, methodically clearing out the Polluted Monsterss constantly pouring out from the depths of the wasteland.

The sounds of shouting and explosions were endless.

"I leave this place to you, Lin Yin."

Lin Tian said to the moon-white figure beside him, his tone solemn.

"Tell them to rotate in time, speed up the leveling, but be sure to control casualties and fight steadily. The defense at the passage entrance cannot be slackened either."

"Understood, Brother Tian, rest assured."

Lin Yin nodded, her cold eyes sweeping across the bloody battlefield, having already entered a commander's state.

After arranging the affairs in the different space, Lin Tian's gaze became sharp. He beckoned to Lin Feng, who was standing by.

"Lin Feng, assemble ten thousand troops, they must be Gold-tier, two thousand of each of the five epic troop types, gather them immediately!"

"Yes!"

Lin Feng did not delay at all. Very quickly, a force composed of Golden Armored Spearman, Earth Spirit Guards, Pale Moon Hunter, Holy Spirit Priest, and Crimson Flame Mage...

A ten-thousand-strong elite force, all Gold-tier and exuding a cold Evil Qi, had finished lining up near the passage entrance.

Their armor was exquisite, their gazes calm; they were the true sharp blade under Lin Tian's command.

Lin Tian rode on Chiyan, his gaze slowly sweeping across these ten thousand resolute faces, and then looked at Lin Feng, who stood upright like a javelin beside him.

Finally, his thoughts fell upon the long list that Qian Duoduo had sent over last night.

Five hundred and thirty-eight names. Five hundred and thirty-eight potential "point packages," and also five hundred and thirty-eight "troubles" that were either arrogant, hostile, or needed to be eliminated.

"The Minotaur Kingdom's retaliation needs time to prepare; during this time, we cannot just sit idle."

Lin Tian's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying a cold sense of decisive slaughter.

"Staying at home and defending passively is not my style. It's time... to take the initiative and go out to 'pay a visit' to our 'neighbors'."

"Target: clear those on the list, hunt for points! Set off!"

Following his order, Lin Feng flipped onto his horse, leading these ten thousand Gold-tier elites like an unsheathed sharp sword, closely following Lin Tian who was riding Chiyan. They turned around, left the bustling training ground of the different space, and stepped back into the normal sunlight of the Eternal Continent.

Their retreating figures, at the boundary between the blood moon and normal daylight, cast long, sharp shadows.

A hunting journey, in the name of "paying a visit" and in reality for points, thus began.

Bringing the ten thousand Gold-tier elites and Lin Feng back to the open square in front of the Lords Mansion, Lin Tian did not linger, not even stopping to drink water.

The first name on that list in his heart was like a small thorn; it had to be pulled out quickly.

"Let's start with him."

Lin Tian said to Lin Feng, while simultaneously taking out the cold [attack order token] from his storage space.

The target information had long been locked—Zhao Wen.