142: Chapter 142 Global Regional Integration! The Arrogance of Foreign Experts from Other Regions

The crimson hunter fighter jet crushed everything in its path, forcibly forging a smooth road across the map of the Yunshen Secret Realm.

The thick, dark green toxic mist ahead gradually thinned out until it finally dissipated completely.

At the edge of the horizon, an incredibly massive architectural complex appeared. It was an ancient interstellar ruin, with metallic wreckage towering into the clouds, its surface covered in strange, glowing patterns.

The surrounding air distorted violently, emitting high-level energy fluctuations that made one's heart tremble.

Li Tianbao shouted excitedly into the channel, "Grandpa Yu! This is it! This is the core area of the Yunshen Secret Realm! All those high-level resources are inside!"

The group had just hovered their battered planes outside the ruins, preparing to get to work.

Without warning, a crimson light screen spanning the sky popped up in mid-air, and the system's synthesized mechanical voice echoed in everyone's minds.

[Regional Announcement! The core area of the Yunshen Secret Realm is now open!]

[Region Integration Mechanism triggered! Current regional spatial barriers are being removed!]

[District 360 has officially bordered and merged with District 001 (North American Region) and District 005 (Western European Region)! Grand Melee Mode activated!]

The announcement had just finished.

A series of crisp sounds, like glass shattering, rang out from the sky directly above the ruins. The invisible folded spatial barrier collapsed with a bang, and the view ahead completely cleared.

Immediately after, the massive and oppressive roar of engines rolled in from the edge of the horizon.

What met the eyes of the Huaxia players was a super fleet with an incredibly luxurious lineup.

Thousands of heavy fighters blotted out the sun, their liveries uniform, all high-level Rank 5 and Rank 6 vehicles. They were arranged in an extremely strict and professional combat formation, with all muzzles extended, radiating cold killing intent as they tightly blockaded the ruins' only entrance.

This was the Hegemon Alliance Fleet of District 001, the North American Region!

They had clearly developed extremely well on the previous maps, having not experienced the devastation of Hell-level difficulty; they were strong, their troops were sturdy, and their ammunition was plentiful.

In the very center of the North American fleet hovered an incredibly eye-catching flagship. It was a peak Rank 7 "freedom eagle" heavy battleship aircraft, its silver-white armor reflecting blinding light under the faint glow.

The speakers of the "freedom eagle" opened.

Commander Smith cut directly into the public all-frequency broadcast, beginning a forceful address in fluent and extremely arrogant American English. Translation software translated his words verbatim onto everyone's control panels.

"Look at what we have here? A bunch of refugees who escaped from a scrap shelter!"

Smith held a red wine glass, standing on the battleship's observation deck. Looking at the Huaxia region's planes, which were tattered from enduring the poison, he let out a mocking laugh.

"Listen up, you yellow monkeys waiting for slaughter! These ruins are now being taken over by our Great North American Alliance!" Smith's voice echoed through the sky, arrogant to the extreme. "I'll give you one minute. Everyone, shut down your engines immediately and kneel in surrender!"

"Hand over 90% of all materials and high-level crystal cores on your ships as the toll for being allowed to continue breathing today!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire public channel of District 360 fell into a dead silence.

But that wasn't all.

Smith seemingly felt this wasn't exciting enough. He licked his lips and publicly made an even more shameless demand: "Additionally, send all the female players on your ships to my flagship to serve as playthings for our troops!"

"Otherwise, I will order my fleet to open fire and blast you disgusting trash into dust on the spot!"

This incredibly tyrannical and insulting speech directly ignited the fury of the Huaxia players.

Xiao Zhantian snapped the joystick in his hand, his eyes bloodshot, so enraged his eyes nearly split. Jue Ying bit through his lip and cursed out loud.

Every iron-blooded Huaxia player wanted to rush forward and fight to the death. However, under the threat of absolute firepower and numbers, they felt powerless and extremely stifled.

The opposition had thousands of heavy fighters in perfect condition, while their side only had a few hundred battered remnants that were barely airtight, with gun barrels that were nearly rusted through. It was impossible to fight!

Just then, the North American fleet's radar swept over the Huaxia formation, locking onto the crimson hunter fighter jet surrounded at the very front.

Because the ultra-red nano-crystal steel presented a dark red, matte, starry-sky texture, the people of the North American fleet, limited by their knowledge, didn't recognize this top-tier material at all. They only saw it as "clunky junk" cobbled together from various scraps of metal.

"That red pig fighter at the very front is quite large," Smith sneered in the channel. "It should be able to hold quite a bit of scrap metal."

Inside the cockpit of the crimson hunter fighter jet.

Xia Qinglan, Vice President Bai Yating, and the others looked grim, their faces radiating murderous intent upon hearing these remarks.

The blonde Westerner Alisa was even more furious, her whole body trembling. She never imagined her compatriots could be so arrogant and shameless. This was a complete loss of face.

Alisa unhesitatingly pushed open the panel cover and cut directly into the public microphone.

"F*ck you! You sh*t-brained idiot!" Alisa used extremely pure American English, her words coming out in a rapid-fire torrent as she cursed Smith's ancestors for eighteen generations. "Who do you think you are, daring to spout such nonsense here! Get back to your pigsty!"

Hearing this string of extremely authentic American curses, Smith was stunned for a moment, his eyes widening in shock.

He completely didn't expect that hidden inside that "junk fighter" was a top-quality blonde beauty with such a sexy voice.

This instantly sent him into a feverish excitement, while also making him feel the annoyance of being defied.

"Shoot down that red fighter for me! Remember, don't hurt the little wildcat inside!" Smith suddenly smashed the wine glass in his hand and shouted the order.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The fire control radars of over a hundred North American heavy fighters in the front row instantly activated. Over a hundred crimson dots representing death-locks fell in unison onto the hull of the crimson hunter fighter jet.

Inside the cockpit, the alarm sounded shrilly.

Yu Feng leaned back on the leather sofa, lazily reaching out a finger to slowly extinguish a half-smoked premium cigar in a crystal ashtray.

He looked up, his gaze already completely ice-cold.

"Dogs that don't know when they're about to die." Yu Feng curled his lip, his voice calm yet permeated with hair-raising killing intent.

He stood up, walked to the main control console, and directly cut off all safety fire restrictions of the fighter.

"Tiantian." Yu Feng pressed the all-frequency fire network button, his eyes fixed on the North American fleet outside.

"Fill those two Magic Energy Vulcan Cannons at the nose with Rank 6 crystal cores for me!"

"Since these white pigs want to set the rules, today I'll be merciful and teach them who the real rules are in this wasteland!"