192: Chapter 192 Offline Reality

The list provided by Fatty Qian was clearly marked:

A well-known "troll" in the Regional Chat Channel, the most enthusiastic "sidekick" and "Lin Tian hater" when Long Ao first jumped out, whose unit type is an Excellent-quality Lion-Tiger Beast.

He is said to have some strength, but he is arrogant and has a particularly foul mouth.

Lin Tian didn't even have the interest to spare a second glance at this kind of trash.

He activated the attack order token and selected his target. A portal with edges swirling with crimson energy and a pitch-black, rotating interior burst open in the center of the plaza.

"Let's go." Lin Tian took the lead, riding Crimson Flame into it.

Lin Feng followed closely behind. Ten thousand elite Gold-tier Dragon riders, orderly like a torrent of steel, silently surged into the portal and vanished into the warm afternoon sunshine of Lin Tian City.

At this moment, Zhao Wen was lying on the front porch of his "Lords Mansion," on a creaking rattan rocking chair.

He squinted his eyes, feeling the warm sunshine filtering through the gaps in the leaves.

In his hand, he held a cup of sour wine brewed from wild fruits, smacking his lips and thinking that this life was quite wonderful.

He had sent out half of his Lion-Tiger Beast units to sweep the surrounding small monster nests and resources, while the other half lay lazily around the territory, dozing off.

He felt his strategy was perfect.

"I won't go out and provoke those big shots; I'll just hunker down in my own little patch of land and develop slowly."

"Bullying small monsters, occasionally trash-talking in the [Regional Chat Channel], and stepping on those unlucky folks whose units aren't as good as mine—it relieves stress and satisfies my vanity. Isn't that wonderful?"

He thought he was very smart.

He had indeed offended a lord with an epic-tier unit before because of his loose mouth, and the other party had almost attacked.

But Zhao Wen knew how to bend and stretch! He immediately sent a private message to apologize, compensated with a batch of resources he had worked hard to save, and the other party let it go.

This made him even more convinced of his "survival philosophy":

"As long as I don't stubbornly provoke those truly ruthless people, in this chaotic world, relying on my Excellent-quality Lion-Tiger Beasts to stay in my corner and live a carefree life, there shouldn't be a big problem."

As for that "Lin Tian" whom he had joined Long Ao in cursing in the channel a long time ago?

Heh, who knows what corner some unlucky guy is in; maybe he already died in the mouth of some monster or was wiped out by another lord. I cursed him, so what? It's not like he can crawl through the network cable to hit me, right?

He took another sip of sour wine with satisfaction, calculating which "soft persimmon" to mock in the channel tonight to find some amusement.

He had no idea that his comfortable "good life" had already entered a countdown measured in seconds.

The crimson light dissipated, and Lin Tian and his ten thousand-strong army had already set foot on strange land.

Almost at the same time they appeared, at the edge of the forest in front, several robust, golden-furred Lion-Tiger Beasts that were vigilantly looking around came into view.

"Swish! Swish, swish!"

Without even waiting for Lin Tian's order, the Pale Moon Hunters in the troop had already drawn their bows like full moons.

Several arrows wreathed in pale silver moonlight, with tricky trajectories, were like the Grim Reaper's roll call, instantly crossing hundreds of meters to accurately pierce the eye sockets, throats, and other fatal spots of those Lion-Tiger Beasts!

They couldn't even let out a decent roar before they crashed to the ground, blood gushing out.

"Let's go. Let's go see his 'home'."

Lin Tian's tone was plain, as if he had just swatted a few flies.

"Neigh!"

Crimson Flame let out a long whinny, spread its Dragon wings, and carried Lin Tian into the air.

Behind him, the ten thousand Gold-tier elites either ascended on Dragon horses or launched a charge on the ground, at full speed!

A mere kilometer, for these soldiers and mounts that were at least Gold-tier.

In just two minutes, that "exquisite" Lords Mansion and the scattered animal pens and shacks around it were already right before their eyes.

Lin Tian couldn't even be bothered to make any tactical deployments, nor did he want to shout anything like "surrender and live."

"Free attack. Clear the field."

He rode on Crimson Flame's back, hovering in mid-air, and only said six words.

"Fire!"

Following Lin Feng's order, the sky seemed to rain down a storm of metal and fire!

The Pale Moon Hunters and Crimson Flame Mages poured the killing techniques they had accumulated over the past two days in the Blood Moon world, without reservation, onto this peaceful valley!

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

"Pfft, pfft, pfft!!"

Fireballs smashed into the wooden houses and animal pens like meteors, while arrows covered every corner that might hide soldiers like a swarm of locusts.

The sounds of explosions, the cracking of wood, the dying wails of the Lion-Tiger Beasts, and the roars of the few soldiers who reacted and tried to resist instantly turned this paradise into a Hell of flames and death!

"Ah! What's going on?! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!"

Zhao Wen, who was sunbathing and dreaming, was knocked to the ground by the sudden explosion and heat wave, splashing the sour wine all over himself.

He scrambled up from the ground, looking in terror at his territory, which had instantly turned into a sea of fire, and at the Lion-Tiger Beast soldiers he relied on, who were falling in droves amidst the rain of arrows and fire. His mind went "buzz," and he went blank.

"Assemble! Assemble quickly! Hold! Hold for me!!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to rally the remaining troops, but the only response was the increasingly dense explosions and the roar of clashing armor and heavy footsteps drawing closer.

In just a few short minutes.

When the last roar of resistance came to an abrupt end, the crackling sound of flames burning became the main melody.

Zhao Wen's pathetic Lion-Tiger Beast army, most of which were still at the Silver-tier.

Under the dimensional-reduction strike of an entirely Gold-tier and epic-quality force, they evaporated like dew under the sun.

In the entire territory, except for the crackling of the fire, he was the only one left.

Standing alone, lost and devastated in the core clearing that had turned into scorched earth, surrounded by the charred corpses of Lion-Tiger Beasts.

Lin Tian rode Crimson Flame and landed in front of Zhao Wen unhurriedly.

The flames on Crimson Flame's four hooves swayed gently on the scorched earth, emitting suffocating heat waves and Dragon might.

Zhao Wen looked up at the young man on horseback with a calm expression, as if he had just come for an outing, and at the terrifying army behind him that was silent and murderous, like the personal guard of a demon god.

His legs went weak, and with a "thump," he knelt down, tears and snot streaming down his face, kowtowing like he was pounding garlic:

"B-Big shot! Spare me! Spare me! I am Zhao Wen, I don't know where I offended you, please raise your hand high and let me live!"

"All my resources, everything I have, I'll give it to you! I-I can sign the harshest contract and be your slave! Please, have mercy, don't kill me!"

He was incoherent; fear had completely enveloped his mind.

He couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought—when exactly did he provoke such a terrifying existence?

Lin Tian looked down at the pathetic guy at his feet, who was a completely different person from the arrogant and domineering "Zhao Wen" who had been pointing out the country in the channel.