161: Chapter 161 Ran Away? The Ingredients Ran Away!

Locked on by the terrifying black-and-white interwoven muzzle of the Red Wolf Tank.

Bahamut froze in mid-air, its massive body shaking like a quail in the wind, almost crying from anxiety.

What to do?!

Turn around and flee back to the Abyss now?

But the abyss contract summoned by this blood sacrifice has already been established!

If it deserts now and unilaterally tears up the contract, the terrifying backlash of the Abyss Law will definitely descend instantly.

Even if it doesn't die, it would cost most of its old life!

It had just relied on this blood sacrifice of 300,000 people to heal its broken bones and wings a bit!

But if it doesn't run?

Bahamut glanced at the red iron shell outside the Safe Zone.

Wuu...

Golden liquid fell like raindrops...

It peed itself from fear!

Bahamut's not-so-clever brain began to run frantically at overload capacity at this moment.

Suddenly, it abruptly lowered its massive dragon head.

Those vertical pupils burning with rage stared fixedly at Emperor Yuren below, who was still full of anticipation.

The abyss contract stipulates that it cannot actively harm the believers who summoned it.

But that doesn't mean it can't curse!

"Roar—!"

Bahamut let out a violent roar to the sky, then began to rain curses down on Emperor Yuren.

"F*ck your ancestors!"

"You dog thing who'll have a son without an a**hole!"

"I wish for your eighteen generations of ancestors to all f*cking die out!"

"You're f*cking looking for death yourself, and you want to drag this King down with you!"

"I f*ck your ancestors!"

"Pah! F*ck your ancestors! You stupid idiot!"

These curses were earth-shaking and vulgar, enough to make even street thugs feel inferior.

After cursing.

Bahamut completely ignored the horrified gazes of the people below.

It suddenly gritted its teeth, and its massive dragon claws stabbed fiercely into the base of its newly healed wings!

Accompanied by the muffled sound of tearing flesh and bone!

To forcibly break free from the shackles of the abyss contract, Bahamut actually snapped its newly healed wings again, raw and alive!

Blood surged out like a waterfall, splashing across the sky.

Using the blood backlash from self-mutilation, it forcibly tore open an Abyss Array in mid-air.

"Wuu wuu wuu..."

This once-arrogant Purgatory Magic Dragon let out a whimper of pain and humiliation.

It didn't even dare to leave a single extra word, diving into the void crack like a stray dog and disappearing completely.

...

Outside the Safe Zone.

The Red Wolf Army, which was ready for battle, was stunned by this sudden scene.

After a brief, dead silence.

A burst of wild laughter that could overturn the wilderness erupted in the entire channel.

"Holy sh*t! It ran?!"

"Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter!"

"It was so badass when it first came out, full of style! But after one look at our boss, it self-mutilated and fled!"

"Too f*cking funny! It's scared! This big lizard is definitely scared!"

"It was literally scared away by our boss!"

"Red Wolf Guild is number one in the world!"

Lin Zihao and Zhao Meng were also laughing so hard they slapped their thighs, tears almost shooting out.

Just as the army of 150,000 was unscrupulously mocking the cowardice of the Abyss Lord.

In the Logistics Team channel, Old Ma suddenly let out a long, faint sigh.

"Laughing?"

Old Ma held a large iron ladle, his tone filled with endless resentment and heartbreak.

"You bunch of idiots, what the hell are you laughing at?!"

"The ingredients ran away! Our top-tier ingredients ran away!!!"

Old Ma's shout was like pressing a mute button.

The earth-shaking laughter in the channel came to an abrupt halt.

The next second.

The 150,000 Red Wolf Players woke up as if from a dream, eyes wide, clutching their heads in pain.

Holy sh*t!

That's right!

The ingredients ran away!

"Aaaah! My Magic Dragon skewers! My attribute points!"

"Dammit! This grandson is too cowardly! Hiding in the Safe Zone and not coming out!"

"Boss didn't even have time to fire!"

"I'm so pissed! The duck in my mouth flew away! This feels worse than being killed!"

The entire Red Wolf camp instantly transformed from a carnival into a massive scene of wailing.

Countless players beat their chests and stomped their feet, watching the void crack slowly close in mid-air, feeling so much heartache they could hardly breathe.

...

Meanwhile.

Inside the J District Service Area.

Emperor Yuren knelt blankly on the ruins of the sacrificial altar, completely petrified.

What the f*ck is going on?!

Where is the invincible helper he had been longing for and summoned?

Why did it look at the opposite convoy once and then immediately snap its own wings to flee?!

And why did the curses this high-and-mighty Abyss deity yelled before fleeing sound exactly like a street thug?!

Am I not awake yet? Am I still having a nightmare?

Emperor Yuren trembled all over, suddenly raised his hand, and gave his own face a fierce slap!

"Slap!"

The crisp sound of the slap rang out, and the burning pain on his face instantly spread through his body.

"Ouch! Itai! (Painful)!!"

Not a dream! All of this is real!

Emperor Yuren clutched his swollen old face, staring viciously at the void crack in mid-air that was about to disappear.

"Baka yaro!"

"Shine! Shine! Shine! (Die!)"

The Emperor began to curse hysterically like a madman.

This beast that took the payment but didn't do the job!

He had sacrificed 300,000 warriors of the Empire alive!

And then that stupid dragon sat on and killed 50,000 people the moment it arrived!

Adding it all up, a full 350,000 people—he didn't even hear a f*cking splash, and all he got was a vicious cursing of his ancestors?!

Emperor Yuren turned his head, looking at the broken corpses everywhere and the base turned to scorched earth.

The once-arrogant Great J District, which originally had a population of over a million.

Over 500,000 were killed, driven mad, or mutated by the Dragon Country people's dirty bombs.

And just now, another 350,000 died in vain.

Now, only a pitiful 300,000-plus people remained, shivering in the ruins of corners.

"Pfft!"

Overcome by rage, Emperor Yuren felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of dark blood spurted out.

He gripped the gravel on the ground so hard his fingernails snapped.

He looked viciously outside the Safe Zone, at that deep red tank whose barrel was still pointed this way.

"I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept this!"

"Shine!"

"You Dragon Country swine!!!"

Emperor Yuren's eyes gleamed with malice; he had completely fallen into madness, looking like a desperate gambler who had lost everything and was eager to make a comeback.

"Just you wait for this Emperor!"

He suddenly opened his system panel.

Then he exchanged for an Abyss Scroll emitting a faint blue light, roaring through gritted teeth.

"I will sacrifice the last subjects of the Empire!"

"I want to summon—the King of the Ocean!"

"Leviathan!!!"

...

At the same time.

In the endless, dark Abyss Land.

Leviathan, the deep sea overlord, who was lying at the bottom of the Black Lake comfortably recuperating.

Suddenly shivered all over for no reason.

Two long whiskers trembled violently.

An extremely uneasy premonition, as if a great disaster were imminent, instantly surged into the heart of this deep sea overlord!