193: Chapter 193 Consecutive Kills

Suddenly, he felt it was somewhat dull, yet also felt like laughing.

"Remember Long Ao?"

He spoke; his voice wasn't loud, but it caused Zhao Wen's tearful pleas to stop abruptly.

Zhao Wen was stunned and answered instinctively, "R-remember! He was that legendary Black Dragon Big Shot from our district..."

A hint of bewilderment even flashed in his eyes; he didn't understand why this terrifying powerhouse would suddenly mention Long Ao.

Lin Tian didn't let him continue and interrupted him directly. His tone was still flat, but it was like a clap of thunder in Zhao Wen's mind:

"It's good that you remember. Then you should also remember the guy who followed him, jumping up and down in the channel, cursing 'Lin Tian' quite happily, right?"

Zhao Wen: "!!!"

The color instantly drained from his face, and his eyes widened so much they almost split.

A name that made his Soul tremble, accompanied by countless memory fragments of the foul language and insults he had spewed in the channel, exploded!

"Listen well."

Lin Tian leaned forward slightly, looking at Zhao Wen's face, which was distorted by extreme fear, and said word by word:

"I am Lin Tian."

"Lin... Lin... Big Shot Lin Tian?"

Zhao Wen was struck as if by lightning, completely stunned. This was followed by even more frantic fear and regret!

He had actually brought today's disaster upon himself because he had been a loudmouth on the internet and cursed this harbinger of death!

"I was wrong! Big Shot Lin Tian! I really know I was wrong! I'm just a piece of trash! I'm just a barking dog! You are magnanimous, please don't lower yourself to my level! I can be your dog! Your most loyal dog! I beg you..."

However, his wailing and professions of loyalty were destined to be in vain.

Lin Tian was already tired of listening and didn't care to count his past insults.

Some debts cannot be cleared with a verbal apology or a few resources. He waved his hand gently, as if brushing away a speck of dust.

"Swish!"

A streak of gold-red Spear Glow, refined to the extreme and fast as lightning, shot from behind Lin Tian and accurately pierced Zhao Wen's throat!

"Ugh... gasp..."

Zhao Wen's voice stopped abruptly. He clutched his gushing neck in vain, his eyes bulging, filled with endless regret, fear, and disbelief.

He seemed to want to say something but could only make wheezing air sounds. His body twitched violently a few times before he collapsed, his aura quickly dissipating.

Lin Tian didn't even look at the corpse that was rapidly losing its warmth; his gaze had already fallen on the System prompt that popped up:

[Congratulations! You have successfully killed Lord 'Zhao Wen'!]

[Rewards obtained:]

attack points × 16 (8+8)

stone × 100,000

wood × 100,000

iron ore × 100,000

"16 points? A base of 8 points. It seems this 'troll' also had the blood of other Lords on his hands."

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, not particularly surprised.

In this world, few who survive and live somewhat comfortably are truly clean.

"Clear the battlefield and take anything valuable."

Lin Tian instructed Lin Feng, his gaze already shifting toward the distance, as if piercing through space to land on the next name on the list.

"Next."

The second target was a Lord with a rare-quality Mad Wolf unit, named Li Wei.

When Lin Tian's army appeared outside his crude camp surrounded by wooden fences like divine soldiers from heaven, Li Wei was directing his wolf pack to deal with several wandering Polluted Corpses.

Seeing the black shadows of Dragon riders suddenly appearing in the sky and the surging heavy armor phalanx on the ground, the ferocity on Li Wei's face instantly froze, turning into pure terror.

The battle—if it could even be called that.

After three volleys from the Pale Moon Hunters and a wave of "Flame Storm" from the Crimson Flame Mages, it was completely over.

The Mad Wolves howled as they fell in the flames, and Li Wei himself was pinned to the wooden post of the watchtower he had just been standing on by a stray arrow.

The whole process took less than five minutes. Lin Tian didn't even dismount.

Third, fourth, fifth...

The list was turned page by page as if by invisible fingers; the names were quickly crossed off, turning into cold attack points and resource records in the System prompts.

An excellence Intermediate epic Gargoyle Lord, relying on a cave for defense, had half the mountain collapsed and was buried alive by the Earth Spirit Guards using "Earth Tremor."

A rare Advanced Swamp Giant Crocodile Lord, who set an ambush in the muddy hollows, was flattened by the Golden Armored Spearmen forming an "Arrowhead Formation," the Dragon Horse iron hooves crushing the crocodile's thick dorsal armor.

...

Time quietly slipped toward nine o'clock in the evening amidst the cycle of continuous teleportation, killing, clearing the battlefield, and teleporting again.

When the last Lord on the list...

A burly man with an excellence-Rank "Iron-back Wild Boar" unit who tried to break out with a charge was submerged in the blood and entrails of his own boars.

He was sent flying by Lin Feng's spear and hung on a broken flagpole; Lin Tian finally signaled the troops to pause.

The sunset had long since sunk below the horizon; night had fully descended, and the starlight was thin.

The air was thick with the lingering smell of blood, scorched earth, and the strange aura of various residual energies.

Lin Tian rode on Chi Yan's back, standing in a forest clearing littered with wild boar carcasses that had just been baptized by the fires of war.

The flames on Chi Yan's four hooves were the most prominent light source in this darkness, reflecting on the faces of the soldiers who were silently wiping their weapons.

"Take a count."

Lin Tian's voice rang out in the silent forest, carrying a trace of imperceptible fatigue, but mostly a cold calm.

Soon, the numbers were tallied.

Today, a total of forty targets on the list were eliminated.

No real resistance was encountered.

Faced with Lin Tian's current terrifying configuration of ten thousand mixed Gold and epic units, full Dragon Horse mobility, plus the platinum rank Lin Feng.

These Lords, who at most possessed excellence units and whose Ranks generally hovered between Silver and Gold, were as fragile as snow under a blazing sun.

The absolute crushing quality of the units, the chasm in individual Ranks, and the unparalleled mobility and suddenness brought by the Dragon Horses turned every battle into a one-sided slaughter.

Killing a Lord not only yielded attack points and resources but also allowed for the seizure of their unused attack order tokens.

This made it so Lin Tian hardly had to worry about the number of teleports; like a rolling snowball, he "visited" one after another without tiring.

He hadn't even used a few of the attack order tokens he had originally stockpiled.

The rewards were bountiful.

Basic resources were piled high; although a single territory didn't contribute much, the total from forty territories was extremely substantial, enough to support another round of construction for Lintian City.

attack points increased by a cumulative 350 points!

This meant each target contributed an average of 8-9 attack points; many of them were clearly no saints themselves, having the blood of their own kind on their hands.

Just one afternoon of "hard work" yielded such a massive amount of attack points; the efficiency was so high that even Lin Tian was somewhat surprised.