23: Chapter 23 Good sister, waiting to watch the fireworks

Lin Chen's words, "Go to hell," were like a spark dropped into boiling oil, instantly igniting the violent rage of the enemy army below!

"Arrogant!"

"Kill him!"

"Level the Fortress!"

The Faceless Priest's smooth mask fluctuated violently, clearly enraged. He slammed his Spinal Staff onto the ground, letting out a piercing shriek!

"Attack!!!"

Boom!!!

Like a dam bursting, the silent tide of death instantly turned into a violent torrent of destruction! The army of Bizarre Monsters on the left let out deafening roars, like mad dogs off their leashes, taking the lead in charging toward the Fortress! Rotting Aberrations, flickering Wraiths, massive Stitched Corpse Demons... monsters of all shapes and sizes merged into a nauseating flood, trampling the earth and kicking up clouds of dust as they lunged forward!

The Thousand Faces Cult army on the right maintained a relatively orderly formation, like a moving forest of steel, following closely behind with heavy steps. The eerie weapons in their hands began to glow with an ominous light, and a chilling aura of slaughter rose to the heavens!

Black clouds weigh down on the city, threatening to crush it!

On the Fortress walls, the surviving guards watched the boundless enemies crashing toward them like a tsunami. Many grew pale, their hands clutching weapons trembling uncontrollably. Fear, like a cold viper, coiled around their hearts.

Zhang Hao let out a wild roar to bolster his courage, swinging his Ghost-Headed Earth-Splitting Axe: "Brothers! Hold the line! The time has come to die for our master!"

Though Su Qingyu's face was pale, she still forced herself to stand by Lin Chen's side, quickly issuing orders: "All Fixed Ballistae, ready! Maximize energy node output! First echelon of Ghost Soldiers, move forward!"

The Fortress's defense system began to operate. The creaking of ballistae being cranked, the humming of energy gathering, and the roars of the enemies outside the walls blended together, playing the prelude to a movement of death.

However, at this critical moment when the great battle was about to break out!

Lin Chen made a move that no one expected.

Instead of looking at the surging enemy army, he turned slightly, reached out, and pulled the shoulders of Qin Weiwei—who was standing behind him, "terrified" and trembling—into his arms!

Qin Weiwei froze completely!

She was immersed in the excitement of the cult's army arriving at the gates and the anticipation of coordinating from within. Lin Chen's sudden intimate gesture completely threw off her rhythm! A surge of instinctive resistance and disgust rose in her heart, but she instantly suppressed it, squeezing out an even more frail and fearful expression as she "weakly" leaned against Lin Chen's side, her voice filled with a sob:

"Brother... It's so, so scary... What do we do?"

In her heart, she was cursing and speculating wildly: What does this bastard want? Trying to take advantage before dying? Or did he discover something?

Lin Chen's arm was strong and steady. He didn't look down at her, his gaze still fixed on the approaching wave of enemies in the distance. There was even a faint, relaxed smile on his face, as if what lay before him wasn't an army of destruction, but a grand performance.

He lowered his head slightly, leaning into Qin Weiwei's ear, and whispered in a tone that only the two of them could hear—one that was slightly intimate yet bone-chillingly cold:

"Good sister, don't be afraid."

His breath brushed against Qin Weiwei's ear, giving her goosebumps.

"Wait."

The corners of Lin Chen's mouth curled into a cruel and joyful arc, like a devil whispering.

"Watch as Brother gives you..."

"...A fireworks display."

Qin Weiwei's pupils contracted sharply! "Fireworks"? What did that mean?!

An extremely ominous premonition instantly submerged her like ice water! She instinctively tried to break free from Lin Chen's arm, only to find that his hand was as unyielding as iron pincers!

And at that very moment!

Below, the surging enemy vanguard—the fastest Aberrations and Wraiths—had already rushed to within five hundred meters of the Fortress's outer wall! Their hideous faces, crimson eyes, and twisted limbs were clearly visible! Their bloodthirsty roars were almost deafening!

The Faceless Priest stood at the rear, his "gaze" beneath the silver mask filled with the coldness of certain victory. He had even prepared his next spell, waiting for the vanguard to wear down the Fortress's first wave of defense before launching a fatal blow.

The main phalanx of the Thousand Faces Cult had also entered optimal attack range. The eerie weapons in their hands lit up one after another, and energy began to gather!

Everyone believed that the first and most brutal collision was about to erupt!

On the wall, Zhang Hao had raised his axe, Su Qingyu held her breath, and the guards tightened their grip on the ballistae triggers...

In that moment when time seemed to freeze—

Lin Chen, holding the stiff and pale Qin Weiwei, faced the overwhelming torrent of death and, with an easy and graceful air...

Snapped his fingers.

"Snap."

The crisp sound was barely audible amidst the deafening roar of the battlefield.

But this barely audible snap was like pressing a switch to destroy the world.