262: Chapter 262 Counter-Push Front

Kill the foreign races, exchange for credit, open blind boxes, become stronger, and kill more foreign races...

A perfect closed loop.

"Report! The eastern defense sector has repelled the third wave of the foreign race's charge, slaying two hundred and thirty-seven Troll Infantry and fifty-four Warg Cavalry!"

"The western defense sector has repelled the second wave of the foreign race's charge, slaying twelve mages and seizing nine staves!"

"The central defense sector..."

Battle reports flew toward headquarters like snowflakes.

Chen Feng sat in the command room, looking at the holographic sand table in front of him, his fingers trembling slightly.

On the sand table, the blue light points representing the human defense line were as steady as a rock.

Meanwhile, the red arrows representing the foreign race's offensive were retreating step by step.

In his twenty-year military career, this was a sight that had never appeared before.

The Seventh War Zone had always been about passive defense, using bodies of flesh and blood to fill the gaps in the defense line.

When... did they become able to push back?

"Commander, news came from the Myriad Treasures Pavilion; they have already purchased three hundred million worth of foreign race Materials this morning."

The adjutant reported in a low voice.

"Three hundred million..."

Chen Feng muttered to himself.

And that was only one morning.

At this rate, in a single day, the Myriad Treasures Pavilion could purchase over six hundred million worth of Materials.

And all they paid out were some blind boxes.

What was the cost of those blind boxes?

Chen Feng didn't know.

But he knew that Lin Fan was making a fortune.

"Commander, should we..."

The adjutant hesitated to speak.

"Don't."

Chen Feng interrupted him.

"Lin Fan has a permit from Martial Saint Ye; his business is legal and compliant."

"Furthermore..."

Chen Feng looked out the window.

There, soldiers were lining up to receive blind boxes.

Every person's face carried hope.

That was an expression Chen Feng hadn't seen in a long time.

"And he really has allowed more people to survive."

Chen Feng took a deep breath.

"Pass down the order: all defense sectors are to cooperate with the Myriad Treasures Pavilion's acquisition work; there must be no obstruction."

"Yes!"

The adjutant saluted and turned to leave.

Chen Feng looked back at the sand table.

His gaze landed on a red dot at the very front of the defense line.

That was the position of the foreign race's vanguard general.

Peak Grandmaster.

According to past experience, a foreign race general of this level would require at least three human Grandmasters of the same level to besiege him before a kill was possible.

And it would likely come at a heavy price.

But now...

Chen Feng looked at the real-time battlefield footage.

In the image, that foreign race vanguard general was riding a massive Abyss Warhorse.

He was over three meters tall, his entire body covered in pitch-black bone armor, and he held a war spear burning with green flames.

His surrounding personal guard were all at the Grandmaster Initial Stage.

A full twenty people.

Such a lineup was enough to tear through any weak point in the human defense line.

But at this moment, this foreign race general's expression was very ugly.

Because he found that his troops could no longer push forward.

Those human soldiers, who were originally like lambs to be slaughtered, had now turned into porcupines.

No, not porcupines.

They were hungry wolves.

Greed flickered in their eyes as they stared at the armor on the foreign soldiers and the weapons in their hands, as if they were looking at piles of moving cash.

"Damned humans..."

The foreign general cursed in a low voice.

He had received a death order—he must break through the first defense line of the Seventh War Zone today.

But now, let alone breaking through, even advancing was difficult.

"General, the left-wing troops have lost over thirty percent; they request a retreat!"

A personal guard rushed over to report.

The foreign general's face darkened.

"Retreat is not permitted!"

"But..."

"No buts!"

The foreign general raised his war spear and pointed at the human defense line.

"Pass down the order: all troops are to concentrate their attack on the central defense sector. Tear a hole open for me at any cost!"

"Yes!"

The guard gritted his teeth and responded.

The order was passed down.

The foreign race troops, which were originally attacking in a dispersed manner, began to mass toward the center.

Over five thousand heavy infantry, three hundred Warg Cavalry, and fifty foreign mages all pressed toward the central defense sector.

The pressure increased abruptly.

"Damn it, these bastards are going all out!"

The commander of the central defense sector cursed and grabbed the communicator.

"All units take note: the foreign races are launching a general offensive. Hold your positions!"

"Repeat, hold your positions!"

The soldiers on the defense line tightened their grip on their weapons.

They watched the foreign army surging like a tide; there was no fear in their eyes, only... excitement.

"Brothers, the chance to strike it rich has come!"

A veteran licked his lips.

Yesterday, he had opened an A-rank battle saber from a blind box, but it hadn't tasted blood yet.

Today was the perfect time to test the blade.

"Kill!"

Roars resounded across the defense line.

The battle reached a fever pitch.

The foreign general charged personally.

Riding his Abyss Warhorse, he rushed toward a gap in the city wall like a bolt of black lightning.

The green flames on the war spear burned fiercely; wherever it passed, the air was scorched into distortion.

"Stop him!"

Three human Grandmasters leaped down from the wall, blocking the foreign general's path.

They were the guardian Grandmasters of the central defense sector, all at the Grandmaster Middle Stage.

"Ants."

The foreign general sneered and swept his war spear.

The green flames transformed into a crescent-shaped blade light, slashing toward the three human Grandmasters.

"Watch out!"

The three Grandmasters simultaneously performed defensive Martial Skills.

True Qi Shield, Vajra Body, Ice Crystal Barrier.

Three defenses stacked together.

"Boom!"

The blade light slashed against the defenses.

The Ice Crystal Barrier shattered instantly.

Cracks appeared on the Vajra Body.

The True Qi Shield vibrated violently.

The three Grandmasters simultaneously spat blood and were sent flying back.

One strike.

With just one strike, he had heavily injured three human Grandmasters of a similar level.

This was the strength of a Peak Grandmaster.

"Pathetic."

The foreign general spurred his horse forward, his war spear pointing directly at the gap in the wall.

As long as he charged in, he could create chaos inside the defense line and, coordinating with the external offensive, crush the human defense in one fell swoop.

His plan was perfect.

But someone would not allow it.

"Hey, you on the horse."

A voice came from the side.

The foreign general turned his head sharply.

He saw a person.

A young man wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses, looking like a clerical worker.

The young man held no weapon; he simply pushed up his glasses and then revealed a gentle smile.

"This way is closed."

The foreign general's pupils constricted.

He felt a dangerous aura from this young man.

It wasn't a True Qi fluctuation.

But something... deeper.

As if he were being watched by some primordial beast.

"Who are you?"

The foreign general asked in a heavy voice.

"Me?"

The young man smiled.

"I'm here to do business."

"But now..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the foreign general's bone armor, the war spear in his hand, and the Abyss Warhorse beneath him.

"I've changed my mind."

"I think that turning you into a blind box should fetch a good price."

The foreign general was stunned.

Then, he was enraged.

A mere human actually dared to treat him like merchandise?

"You seek death!"

The war spear thrust out, the green flames transforming into a venomous dragon that pounced toward the young man.

The young man did not dodge or evade.

He simply raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

A faint golden light appeared on his fist.

"S-rank Indestructible Golden Body, get to know it."

The fist boomed out.

The venomous dragon collided with the fist.

"Boom!"

The green flames exploded.

But the golden light remained.

The young man's fist passed through the flames and accurately struck the tip of the war spear.

"Crack."

The war spear snapped.

The foreign general's eyes widened, looking at the broken spear in his hand in disbelief.

This was an A-rank weapon!

It was actually broken by a single punch?