72: Chapter 72 Bronze-Level One-Star Squad: The Big Dog Chews and Chews~

"Brother Hong, do you think the City Lord and the others can really control the top-secret-tier secret realm known as the Cliffside Epidemic Hospital? I remember our school taught us that in a top-secret-tier secret realm, if no one manages to bring out high-value supplies or kill the boss within a month, the boss will begin to give birth to a world will."

"In two months at most, the boss will break through the secret realm..."

Exiting the guild, on the way to the secret realm outside the base city.

Wang Suming furrowed his brows deeply, a look of worry plastered across his face.

Chu Hong crossed his arms, leaning against the carriage seat with a speechless expression.

"When the sky falls, the tall people will hold it up. It's fine for Campus Belle Song to worry a bit, but why are you starting to worry too?"

Looking at Song Jiaojiao, who had a distracted look and kept her gaze fixed outside the window.

Chu Hong took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately offered a word of comfort.

"Don't be afraid. Trust the City Lord and the others, and trust Uncle Song and the others as well. Adjust your state of mind; they have their missions, and we have ours... If the situation reaches its most dangerous point, even an ordinary-tier secret realm like the Thunder-Horned Lizardman Tribe must be managed by someone."

Song Jiaojiao snapped back to her senses, gazing in a daze at the smiling Chu Hong.

Her eyes flickered as she nodded gently.

Today.

The number of vehicles heading out through the city gates had noticeably increased.

However, they weren't heading out to explore secret realms; rather, they were throngs of people leaving Huangshan Base City early.

There were Pioneers traveling with their entire families, as well as ordinary people...

Crowded in front of the exit, it was a dark, chaotic mess.

This cast an even heavier shadow over the hearts of the already somber group.

Taking the special channel for Pioneers, the carriage drove out of the base city. Not long after, Chu Hong and the others arrived at the secret realm camp of the Thunder-Horned Lizardman Tribe.

"Today is still the old routine: combat is the priority, clear the map first. We need to adapt to each other's fighting styles and achieve complementarity and cooperation."

Chu Hong put on the airs of a team captain.

Instantly transforming into a fully-geared brother.

Seeing that the two of them were ready, he took the lead and walked toward the secret realm entrance, lifting up lord m14 in his hand as if to boost morale.

"Charge! Big Dog Chew Chew Chew Team!"

Wang Suming also instinctively chimed in: "Big Dog Chew... No, wait, Brother Hong, what did you just say?"

The white light of the secret realm entrance lit up, and the three of them entered the secret realm.

...

In an obscure wilderness amidst dim cawing sounds, a crow landed on half of a decayed and shattered tombstone.

And several dozen meters beneath this tombstone.

No one would ever imagine that this place actually served as a secret stronghold.

It lacked the gloom and oppression typically expected of an underground stronghold.

Here, it resembled the interior of a villa. Beneath a sparkling crystal chandelier, a long dining table was laden with all sorts of delicacies. In front of elegantly styled Western-style dinner plates, knives, and forks, a row of figures dressed in black sat upright in every seat.

As the faint sound of elegant leather shoes stepping on a carpet drifted over.

With a rustle.

The people on both sides of the dining table all stood up in unison.

"Society President!"

"Mhm..." A lazy voice carrying distinct arrogance rang out.

Beneath the collar of his deep V-neck white shirt, pale and well-built muscles were exposed. Beneath an appearance as exquisite as a Western elf, the reek of blood on his body could not be concealed no matter what.

A raven stood on the youth's shoulder. After the youth sat down, it hopped onto the back of the chair behind him.

An elderly man with white hair dressed in a swallow-tailed coat respectfully handed something resembling a newspaper to the youth.

"Master, this is the latest bulletin sent by the council recently."

"Mhm..."

With that same lazy soft hum, the man merely glanced indifferently before shifting his gaze to the people on both sides of the dining table in front of him, the corners of his mouth curving into a cruel yet elegant smile.

"Everyone..."

This single sentence made the black-clad individuals, who were already sitting straight, stand even straighter like solemn sculptures.

"You were able to pass the grueling evaluations of the Night Crow Society and appear before me; this proves your loyalty. However, the loyalty of the weak is just like themselves—cheap and ridiculous."

"Next, I need you to prove to me that you possess the qualifications to become tools in my, Mo Mio's, hands."

"The celebratory fine wine has already been opened for you... everyone."

With a swish, the people in black all stood up simultaneously, raised the cups of bright red fine wine in front of them, and shouted in unison.

"To the Night Crow!"

The white-haired elderly man in the tailcoat walked up to a fireplace in front of the long table, and suddenly threw a black urn he was holding into it.

"Whoosh!"

A cyan-white flame resembling ghost fire suddenly surged upward inside the fireplace.

Transforming into a square-shaped doorway.

"Say hello to those friends of mine in Huangshan Base City for me~" the youth laughed faintly.

His cold, biting-star-like eyes gazed at the black-clad individuals stepping into the doorway one by one, swirling the wine in his goblet as his gaze slowly fell upon the newspaper to the side of the table.

Resolution No. 17763 of the Black Hole Council: Destroy Huangshan Base City. Executor: Night Crow Councilor — Mo Mio

"How truly inhumane, and I'm still on vacation..."

"Brother Hong, let's change our name! Seriously, forget about me saying it out loud—even when someone else calls it out, I'm too embarrassed to answer!"

[Thunder-Horned Lizardman Tribe] Secret realm.

The familiar rat-eating position.

In the familiar secret passage.

The familiar fiendish ghost knocking on the door!

The moment Wang Suming decisively and skillfully burst forth with source energy, using Ghost Howl under ghouls iron wall to plunge the abruptly appearing lizardman priest Casar into a stunned, exhaustion-induced state, he activated the bone spikes on his great shield.

Fiercely piercing the latter directly into a hornet's nest.

Instantly dropping dead on the spot.

Yet his mouth still incessantly complained about Chu Hong's naming art.

"Brother Hong, you weren't like this before. What is Big Dog Chew Chew Chew, this..."

"Like you know how to name things! One by one, just a piece of news about a top-secret-tier secret realm scared you out of your wits. If I let you name it, what team name would you pick? Cowardly Mice? Or Don't Kill Me, Lord Soldier?"

Song Jiaojiao's pretty face stiffened slightly.

She, who usually didn't care about such things, muttered softly for once.

"But your name is simply too ugly; it would be better to just let the guild randomly generate one..."

Chu Hong scoffed dismissively, removing his hand from kasar secret treasure. The next second, he tossed up and down a golden cup that instantly made Song Jiaojiao's eyes glaze over.

"Oh~ Campus Belle Song has good taste, huh? Then you definitely won't want something fished out by a bumpkin like me, right?"

"Want, want, want! I want it! Chu Hong, give it to me, I want it!"

"Want your thunder! lizardman chieftains golden cup is ten thousand source energy points, no bargaining! I'm ripping off you, the young miss of the Rubiks Chamber of Commerce, specifically!"

"Boom!!!"

A sudden, massive, terrifying explosion that felt like a mountain being blasted instantly startled the three people who were bantering while rushing toward the core area in the secret passage.

"What's the situation? Core Area Position One is this fierce? A frontal assault on the core area?"

Wang Suming couldn't help but be stunned.

However, Chu Hong was looking at the footage transmitted from high altitude by the flying bird drone on his mask.

His brows instantly knitted into the shape of the Chinese character for river.

"What does this mean? Doesn't the Thunder-Horned Lizardman Tribe only have three landing points? Why are there four teams on the map?!"

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