172: Chapter 118 Bring her back to me!

The base camp of Safe Zone District I.

Inside the core stronghold that the Indian players prided themselves on as the "New Ganges Holy City."

Unlike the cruel and bloody wasteland outside, the interior of this camp exuded a nauseating air of luxury.

In the most luxurious temple at the center of the city, gold and jade glittered, and incense smoke swirled.

On a giant soft couch covered in expensive silk at the deepest part of the hall, a scrawny old man reclined.

This person was the supreme ruler of District I, Immortal Modi.

Before transmigrating to this wasteland, he was the high and mighty King of India.

A Brahmin possessing the most noble lineage!

When the Highway Survival Game descended.

The cruel survival environment did not awaken the low-level players of District I; instead, it made them believe even more blindly in the existence of gods in this world.

The reason was simple: the arrival of the survival game could not be explained by science, only as a divine miracle.

Furthermore, as a Brahmin, Modi had unexpectedly obtained a certain secret inheritance here.

He showed everyone how to "communicate" with the gods of the other world and could even summon illusory divine manifestations.

This caused the already ignorant Indian players to completely degenerate into fanatical believers!

They wholeheartedly believed in the so-called "Theory of Reincarnation" of the Indian Religion.

At this moment.

Modi had his eyes half-closed, his face full of enjoyment.

Beside him, several scantily clad and beautiful Indian girls were kneeling, serving him with great care and devotion.

Just as Modi's body was heating up and he was about to reach the clouds.

Bang!

The temple doors were slammed open from the outside.

A subordinate rushed in, scrambling and crawling, his face filled with terror.

"Supreme Lord Modi! Big... something big has happened!"

Being interrupted while he was in the heat of the moment, Modi was furious.

He shoved away the girl who was serving him.

The girl let out a cry of alarm and fell heavily onto the cold floor, shivering and not even daring to lift her head.

Modi's face was dark as he stared at the subordinate.

"What's with all the shouting?"

"You'd better give me a reason not to kill you!"

The subordinate knelt on the ground, kowtowing frantically, his voice trembling violently.

"It's Leader Raja! Something happened to him!"

"Leader Raja and the others... they all died just now!"

"What did you say?"

Modi was stunned for a moment, then roared, "Say that again, damn you!"

The subordinate had a mournful face as he reported despairingly:

"Just now, all the radar signals from Raja's army disappeared!"

"We checked in the system, and the IDs of Leader Raja and that army of five hundred thousand have all turned gray!"

Hearing this, Modi's brow furrowed deeply.

Five hundred thousand people—how could they all have died in such a short time?

"Have you investigated?!"

Modi questioned sternly, "What exactly happened to Raja and the others?!"

"In... investigated! It's District C!"

The subordinate hurriedly tapped the system terminal on his wrist, projecting the footage sent back by drones at the edge of the battlefield into the air of the hall.

The footage began to play.

At first, it was the fierce exchange of firepower between the Red Wolf Army and the District I army.

But soon, the scene shifted.

A beautiful figure covered in silver mechanical armor appeared in mid-air.

It was Xia Li, who had activated her Beastification state!

The moment Modi saw Xia Li in the footage.

His cloudy old eyes widened suddenly, and his entire body froze on the spot.

The exquisite face, the cold and proud temperament, and the perfect, explosive curves outlined under the armor.

Modi's face instantly turned a shade of flushed red.

Even his breathing became heavy and hurried.

So beautiful!

In this barren wasteland, there could actually be such a top-tier stunner!

No!

Even before transmigrating, he had never seen such a premium woman!

In comparison, the girls he was enjoying just now were simply no better than weeds by the roadside.

Modi swallowed hard, an uncontrollable evil fire rising in his heart.

He had to have this woman!

No matter the cost!

He had to make her writhe in pleasure beneath him!

The holographic footage continued to play.

The battle situation took a sharp turn for the worse; Raja was backed into a corner and finally activated the summoning array for the Indra Manifestation.

Seeing Indra's massive, thousand-eyed manifestation descend, a smug, cold smile curled at the corner of Modi's mouth.

"Even the great god Indra has been summoned; how could they possibly lose?"

However, the scene that occurred in the next second caused the smile on Modi's face to freeze instantly.

In the footage.

That beautiful woman who made him drool didn't follow the script at all.

She didn't try to fight the god at all; instead, she turned and charged into the army of District I believers, beginning a frantic massacre!

As the believers died in large numbers, the Indra Manifestation lost its source of power and finally collapsed and dissipated.

And the final freeze-frame of the footage.

Was the scene where Xia Li, in order to dodge Indra's death ray attack, was blown away by a massive shockwave, her armor shattered, lying heavily injured in a pool of blood.

After watching the entire battle process.

A trace of anger first rose in Modi's heart, which then turned into a cold, disdainful laugh.

"Raja, that useless waste!"

"He took a whole five hundred thousand troops out and couldn't even handle one little girl!"

But if that waste is dead, he's dead.

Anyway, our District I players are all about having high numbers!

The most important thing now is that ice-cold beauty in the footage!

Even if she's dead, he, Modi, cannot miss out!

Modi's shifty eyes darted around as he quickly calculated in his heart.

The strongest and toughest nut to crack in District C—that woman—was now completely finished.

As for the remaining hundred-plus thousand District C troops?

Modi sneered repeatedly, his eyes full of disdain.

The opponent seemed numerous.

But in reality, they had been trapped in an illusion throughout the confrontation with Indra and hadn't contributed even a bit of strength.

And he—Modi, as a Brahmin of noble blood!

What he could summon was the one who truly possessed the power to destroy the universe—the Shivas Manifestation!

Before the great God of Destruction, let alone an army of a hundred-plus thousand mortals.

Even a million would be nothing more than a group of insects that could be crushed at will!

Modi stood up abruptly, tugging at the gold-threaded kasaya on his body.

Unconcealed fanaticism and lust burst from his eyes.

"Men! Pass my order!"

"Notify all the Kshatriya generals in the camp!"

"The entire army sets out!"

"Target: District C!"

Modi strode to the temple entrance, looked at the army gathering outside, and licked his shriveled lips.

"If she's alive, I want to see her; if she's dead, I want her body!"

"Capture that top-quality Dragon Country woman and bring her back to me in one piece!"