261: Chapter 261 Suppressing the Alien Race

The effects of the blind boxes were fully manifesting across the Seventh War Zone defense line.

Those soldiers who previously could only rely on their flesh and blood to resist the heavy armor of the alien races now held various weapons obtained from the blind boxes—sabers burning with raging flames, spears entwined with lightning, and crossbows emitting a freezing Aura.

The armor on their bodies was no longer standard alloy plate mail, but Psionic Battle Armor covered in energy shields or Biological Armor capable of automatically repairing damage.

The entire defense line was as stable as Mount Tai.

"Boom!"

A Troll Infantry soldier brandished a battle-axe and charged toward a gap in the city wall, bloodthirsty light flickering in its eyes as if it could already see the human soldiers being split in half.

But what greeted it were three beams of light that lit up simultaneously.

The soldier on the left fired a Frost Crossbow Bolt, instantly freezing the troll's right leg.

The soldier on the right threw out a Talisman, which transformed into golden chains in mid-air, firmly binding the troll's arms.

The veteran directly in front took a deep breath and gripped the B-Rank Combat Saber he had obtained from a blind box—the words "Armor-Piercing" were engraved on the blade.

"Kill!"

The veteran stepped forward and charged, his saber carving out an arc of light.

*Squelch!*

The troll's thick armor, comparable to B-Rank alloy, was sliced open like paper before the Armor-Piercing saber.

Scalding alien blood splattered out.

The troll's eyes widened, looking at the wound on its chest in disbelief before crashing to the ground.

"Third Squad, fill the gap!"

The defense segment commander's voice came through the communicator, calm and decisive.

Scenes like this were constantly playing out across the hundreds of kilometers of the defense line.

What the blind boxes brought was not just an upgrade in equipment, but a shift in mindset.

The soldiers were no longer in despair.

They knew that as long as they saved enough money, they could go to the Myriad Treasures Pavilion stalls and open a blind box.

As long as they pulled something good, they could survive the next battle.

Or even... counter-kill.

"Old Drunkard, ten o'clock direction, the one riding on the back of that Dire Wolf, you see him?"

Zhang Hao lay behind a battlement on the city wall, holding a longbow that was entirely purple.

That was the A-Rank weapon he had spent five million to pull yesterday—the purple thunder bow.

The bow's body was crafted from Lightning-Struck Wood, and the bowstring was the sinew of a Thunder Flood Dragon; every arrow fired carried the power of lightning.

"I see him."

Old Drunkard leaned against the nearby battlement, a wine gourd in his hand.

He took a large gulp of wine and then leisurely took down the sniper rifle from his back.

The rifle's body was pitch black, with complex runes engraved on the barrel.

This was also a blind box product—the B-Rank Runic Sniper Rifle "Death's Kiss."

"Distance 1,200 meters, wind speed level three, target movement speed fifteen meters per second."

Old Drunkard narrowed his eyes, the scent of alcohol wafting from him.

The more he drank, the more accurate his marksmanship became.

This was his talent and the reason he was called "Old Drunkard."

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang out.

The bullet traced an almost invisible trajectory through the air.

1,200 meters away, that alien squad leader riding on the Dire Wolf was waving a war flag, directing the surrounding infantry to charge.

He was the command node for this vanguard unit.

As long as he was killed, the alien races in this area would fall into chaos.

The bullet arrived.

The alien squad leader seemed to sense something and snapped his head around.

But it was too late.

The bullet accurately hit the center of his forehead.

It wasn't an ordinary bullet.

The bullet exploded upon impact, turning into countless tiny metal fragments that churned the alien squad leader's entire head into mush.

The Dire Wolf howled in terror; the master on its back had already become a headless corpse.

"Beautiful!"

Zhang Hao gave a thumbs up.

Old Drunkard took another gulp of wine and grinned.

"Next one."

Below the city wall, Iron Bull was leading three other members of the Villain Squad, rampaging through the enemy ranks.

Though there were only four of them, they fought with the Aura of a vast army.

"Iron Bull, left!"

Hou San's figure shuttled through the battlefield like a ghost.

He held a pair of short blades coated in a deadly toxin—it was the "Bone-Eroding Poison" specially made by the Doctor; as long as it nicked the skin, the toxin would corrode the entire skeleton within ten seconds.

"Got it!"

Iron Bull roared, his muscles bulging.

He had pulled a blue blind box yesterday, which contained a "Great Strength Talisman."

When applied to the body, the Talisman could triple one's strength for ten minutes.

The Talisman's effect was still active.

"Get the hell out of my way!"

Iron Bull held a Tower Shield he had snatched from an alien with both hands.

That Tower Shield was originally equipment for Troll Infantry and weighed half a ton, but in Iron Bull's hands, it was as light as a feather.

He crashed into the alien formation on the left like a human tank.

"Boom!"

Three Troll Infantry soldiers were sent flying directly.

Their armor deformed under the impact, and the sound of shattering bones was clearly audible.

"Refreshing!"

Iron Bull laughed heartily and turned to deliver another shield bash.

Rock Armor covered his body—that was his Martial Master talent, which, combined with the Great Strength Talisman, made him the most terrifying meat shield on the battlefield.

The Doctor followed behind Iron Bull, a scalpel in his hand.

The blade shimmered with a cold light.

He wasn't saving people; he was killing them.

Every strike precisely sliced through the aliens' joints, tendons, and arteries.

Those alien soldiers didn't even have time to react before they found they had lost their mobility, only to be finished off by the following human soldiers.

"The efficiency is too low."

The Doctor frowned and pulled a packet of powder from his coat.

He scattered the powder, letting it drift with the wind.

The alien soldiers who came into contact with the powder began to cough violently, their eyes becoming bloodshot as eerie red spots appeared on their skin.

"Plague Dust, a B-Rank poison transmitted through the respiratory tract, with a lethality rate of eighty percent."

The Doctor pushed up his glasses, his tone as calm as if he were introducing a new medicine.

"Can't you fucking give a heads-up beforehand!"

Hou San cursed as he jumped away from the edge of the battlefield, covering his nose and mouth.

"If I told you, would you have not come?"

The Doctor glanced at him.

Hou San was left speechless.

Indeed, even if told, he would have come.

Because there was too much "goods" on the battlefield.

Troll armor, Dire Wolf cores, wizard staves, and the Ores and medicinal herbs carried by the alien soldiers...

These were all money.

Money that could be turned into blind boxes.

"Stop arguing, hurry up and gather the loot!"

Zhang Hao's voice drifted down from the city wall.

He had already used his Incarnation of the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder Body, his entire person entwined with purple lightning as he leapt down from the wall.

"Rumble!"

The moment he landed, lightning spread out in all directions.

Every alien soldier within a fifty-meter radius was electrocuted into charcoal.

"Fatty, you look pretty cool like that."

Iron Bull looked at Zhang Hao with envy.

Purple Heaven Divine Thunder Body, an SS-Rank Talent.

Pulled from a blind box.

Zhang Hao had almost cried at that time.

"Less talk, more moving!"

Zhang Hao waved his hand, and lightning transformed into chains, binding a dozen alien corpses together and dragging them toward the rear.

There was an "acquisition point" temporarily set up by the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

Hou San was specifically responsible for counting the spoils, purchasing them at eighty percent of the market price, and then converting that into blind box credits.

Soldiers could use the credits to open blind boxes directly without needing to pay cash.

Once this model was introduced, the soldiers of the entire Seventh War Zone went crazy.