221: Pose for a promotional photo

"Hey, hey? What are they doing?"

When Shen Bei appeared beside Qi Chuanyu, he asked, somewhat puzzled.

Qi Chuanyu, Liao Zhongyang, and Jian Tong were originally going to follow the main force into the fray to engage in close combat and fight the Others to the death.

But they hadn't moved yet.

Shen Bei had actually returned!

Qi Chuanyu rubbed his eyes, looked at Shen Bei, then looked at the very front of the main force.

Then he slapped himself hard.

Qi Chuanyu immediately looked as if he had seen a ghost, his throat rolling in utter shock, his hair standing on end.

His shriek came out with a strange frequency: "You... I... Holy crap! Something's wrong! You were clearly charging forward, how did you come back in the blink of an eye? My goodness, is this a damn time reversal?"

Liao Zhongyang's mouth twitched uncontrollably, his eyes filled with disbelief, staring at Shen Bei with an incredibly terrified expression: "Am I dreaming? Or am I seeing things? I clearly saw you charging forward without hesitation."

Jian Tong's pupils were filled only with horror and disbelief, her voice trembling: "What exactly is going on?"

Shen Bei let out an "ah" and grinned: "It's just a small Martial Skill, do you guys really need to be so excited?"

"Not excited, it's damn terrifying!"

Qi Chuanyu roared: "Everyone thought you were going to lead the charge, and infected by your Battle Intent, they all rushed forward!"

Shen Bei scoffed: "I said, we're not fighting on the front lines. Besides, I didn't tell them to charge, they imagined it, what can I do?"

Qi Chuanyu: ...

That explanation seemed to have no flaws.

Shen Bei hadn't blown the horn of attack; he had merely used a Martial Skill, creating a diversion to return.

One could only say that imagination was truly terrifying.

But even more terrifying was Shen Bei's Martial Skill. Qi Chuanyu spat fiercely: "He's truly a damn pervert. If this Martial Skill is used well, it's practically invincible. Enemies wouldn't know if you're advancing or retreating."

Shen Bei waved his hand: "There's always someone better, don't be so absolute."

At this moment.

Shen Bei glanced at the battlefield.

No one had noticed his disappearance.

The vast battlefield was like a human purgatory, with fires raging everywhere, and blood staining the earth.

Human Martial Artist and Others' army had already begun to cross-fight.

The scene...

It was like dumplings and glutinous rice balls rolling in the same pot.

It was a complete mess.

Human Martial Artist fought to defend their homeland.

Others fought to gain a foothold on Earth.

Swords and sabers flashed like shooting stars, dense arrows poured down like rain, and every slash, every impact, was accompanied by the dull thud of bones breaking and the momentary spray of blood.

The Dungeon Others, with their varied forms, some as hard as stone sculptures, others as agile as phantoms, gathered into dark, surging waves, launching wave after wave of fierce assaults on the human defense line.

Their attack methods were primitive and savage; some wielded hardened limbs like rocks, others spewed highly corrosive acid.

Fighting to the death!

Neither side gave any quarter, both determined to kill every last one of the enemy, engaging in a bloody struggle on the battlefield.

From time to time, heads would fly up.

Fountain-like blood columns shot into the sky.

Bodies constantly fell.

The battlefield was filled with howls, curses, the clang of weapons, and various incomprehensible sounds.

Flesh and blood flew, lamentations filled the air, a scene of bloody carnage.

The intensity of the battle reminded Shen Bei of the documentary he watched in the auditorium before his freshman Military training.

It was even several times more tragic than that documentary.

After Yu Qi and the others sobered up, they briefly froze for a second when they saw the battlefield situation, then joined the melee.

"Shen Bei, what should we do? We can't just watch like this."

Qi Chuanyu reminded Shen Bei, and also gestured for Shen Bei to look towards the outskirts of the battlefield.

There was a local Changtu County cameraman there, constantly signaling to Shen Bei and the others.

Meaning, I'm ready, are you ready?

We can pose for photos now.

Shen Bei looked around, ignoring the cameraman, and pointed to the eastern defense line: "The main battlefield is currently concentrated in the South. We'll go East, circle around to the North, and then enter the Dungeon."

Qi Chuanyu shivered all over: "Can we... be more practical? Like following other Martial Artist and shouting '666'."

"Or, we could pick up some things to sell, that works too."

Shen Bei waved his hand: "Stop talking nonsense, let's go!"

Shen Bei took a step forward, completely ignoring Qi Chuanyu's wails.

In Shen Bei's opinion, fighting on the front lines was too boring.

Either don't do it, or do something big!

They had to enter the Dungeon. If they could seize a base first and plant the Zha Tian Gang's battle flag.

Goodness me~~

Although it was a small step for him, it was a big step for the Zha Tian Gang!

Putting everything else aside, the naming rights for this Permanent Dungeon's front-line position should belong to him, right?

By then...

It would be awesome!

Soon.

Shen Bei and the others began to circle according to the predetermined route.

Avoiding the main battlefield.

Despite this, there were still quite a few scattered Others launching attacks on various defense lines.

And at this moment, Shen Bei was like a reaping grim reaper.

He took a step, then burst forward.

In the shell crater ahead, a lurking Other was startled. Just as he turned around, he saw an arm, as if cast from steel, shoot out like lightning, firmly grabbing his neck, and then instantly lifting his entire body off the ground.

Creak, creak...

The Other's face was filled with extreme panic; the hand gripping his neck seemed to contain an irresistible immense force.

That wasn't all.

Jian Tong also drew a hand and shot out a bolt of lightning, striking the Other.

An extreme stinging pain and paralysis swept through his entire body. At this moment, the Other had not expected that simply trying to find a Breakthrough from other defense lines would lead to such an event in the blink of an eye.

The Other's eyeballs bulged, his face had already completely turned purplish-red, looking like a chick about to have its neck squeezed off.

Especially when Shen Bei's cold, violent face came into view, the Other's expression was one of immense horror and terror, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

Yet, a terrifying current seemed to surge and flow within his body, destroying it with overwhelming force.

Making him unable to even struggle, let alone resist, he could only watch the suddenly attacking Shen Bei with unparalleled shock and disbelief.

Shen Bei looked back and gave an OK gesture to the cameraman in the distance.

Shen Bei clicked his tongue, damn it, posing for photos really wasted time.

Crack!

The next moment, Shen Bei gave the Other no chance at all. His five fingers suddenly squeezed, and the terrifying force instantly crushed the bones, as if squeezing tofu, completely breaking and bursting the Other's neck!

Instantly, the Other's head drooped backward at a ninety-degree angle, and blood mist gushed and sprayed from his terrified, distorted features!

Without even a whimper, this Other, who had appeared on Earth for less than ten minutes, was crushed to death by Shen Bei, dying on the spot, without any room for resistance.

"Not much fun."

Shen Bei strode forward with an arrogant gait: "If it weren't for taking pictures, I'd really be too lazy to bother with this Other."

Qi Chuanyu exclaimed, "Holy crap! Your ability to bullshit now seems to subtly exceed your strength. If you find it boring, let me do it."

"Nonsense!"

Shen Bei glared back: "Those are promotional photos. Is it something that anyone with a head can get on the newspaper? Image is your weakness, isn't it?"

Qi Chuanyu: ...

I feel like kicking your ass with my big leather shoes.

Whose image is bad?

Who are you insulting!

Ptooey!

...

North of the defense line.

Bang bang bang bang!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Damn it, enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"Careful! It's those Dungeon Other bastards!"

"Quickly go inform Governor Yu Qi!"

"He's in the South, hurry... Ah!"

Intense alarms, gunshots, explosions, and roars echoed through the Void Realm.

The North defense line was originally the most relaxed area.

Only a few Vicious Beast needed to be dealt with.

The Others' army was almost entirely concentrated in the South.

But now, the situation was rapidly deteriorating.

Squads of Military huddled in cover, their firearms spitting blinding flashes, weaving a fierce net of fire, attacking a certain direction on the battlefield without regard for anything else.

Smoke billowed everywhere, flames shot into the sky, and the earth was shattered by explosions.

Bodies of Military, covered in blood, lay on both sides of the front line. In addition, hundreds of soldiers surged from all directions like a tide, as if this place had already transformed into a cruel battlefield.

And in such a scene resembling a Shura battlefield, a tall and cold Other man, enveloped in a faint purple light, walked slowly across the shattered battlefield as if strolling in a leisurely garden.

He was Mo Mo Sang, a fifth-tier Other from the Dungeon!

He did not follow the Others' army to the South battlefield.

Instead, holding almost the same idea as Shen Bei, he came to the North.

One can only say that excellent strategies are all the same...

At this moment, Mo Mo Sang's expression was leisurely; the metal storm, capable of tearing everything apart, was to him like a trivial wind and rain.

Innumerable bullets were twisted and bounced away by an inexplicable force field when they were still more than ten centimeters from his body. Even heavy firepower attacks like fragmentation grenades and rockets were detonated in mid-air before they even got close to him!

"Scum, die!"

Seeing that the fierce firepower attack had no effect, two figures, like lightning bursting from the Void Realm, charged up in the blink of an eye, True Qi raging, each wielding sharp, unmatched war weapons capable of cutting metal and jade. It was two Military Martial Artist who realized that ordinary weapons and firearms were ineffective against this Other, so they took matters into their own hands!

However, facing the two powerful figures charging fiercely from left and right, Mo Mo Sang's lips curved into a smile, and he said:

"What a truly brave yet foolish race..."

His smiling voice still drifted in the Void Realm, but his movements were too fast to discern.

He simply flicked a finger casually, and two clusters of purple light flashed through the Void Realm at a speed faster than bullets, instantly landing on the two charging Martial Artist!

"Ah!"

The two points of purple light exploded fiercely. Amidst heart-wrenching screams, the chests of the two charging Military Martial Artist exploded like tofu, and their bloody, mangled bodies flew back even faster!

With a thud, when this Military Martial Artist fell to the ground, his pupils were dilated, his broken body trembled violently, and a bloody large hole had appeared in the center of his chest. It was clear he wouldn't survive.