229: Chapter 229 One-on-One? Three Hundred Thousand People Against You!

"Alright, I've seen enough of this show."

Lu Yuan leaned against the turret and whistled into the all-frequency communicator.

"Brothers, come on out."

Following Lu Yuan's order.

"Rumble—!"

The roar of violent engines resounded across the sky of the Mist City at the same time!

Front, back, left, right!

From all directions!

Countless blood-colored war chariots, shimmering with a cold metallic luster, slowly drove out from the dense fog like a torrent of steel.

Yuri and the remaining dozens of his defeated troops were completely dumbfounded.

Because of the obstruction of the fog, they couldn't see exactly how many enemies were in the distance.

But the dense, steel shadows that filled the entire street and even all the surrounding blocks, like continuous mountain ranges, ruthlessly told him that today they had provoked a terrifying existence that they couldn't even bear to look at!

"You..."

Yuri's hand holding the machete was trembling crazily, his voice as dry as sandpaper rubbing against something.

"Just how many people do you have?!"

Lu Yuan took a gentle sip of his coffee, his tone as casual as if he were discussing today's weather.

"How many people?"

"Not many, just three hundred thousand."

"Pfft—"

Hearing this number, Yuri's legs suddenly went weak, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Just"? Listen to that!

Is that even human language?!

When the five major guilds of District E formed an alliance at their peak and most arrogant moment, they had barely over ten thousand people in total!

Your single guild has an army of three hundred thousand?!

With such terrifying force to suppress the field, couldn't you have just steamrolled us?!

"Despicable Dragon Country people!"

Yuri's mentality completely collapsed, and he let out a desperate roar.

"You clearly have an army of three hundred thousand, crushing us would be easy, yet you still play these low-class, deceptive tricks!"

"Shameless! Liars! Cowards!"

Facing Yuri's emotional outburst, Lu Yuan helplessly spread his hands.

"You seem to have misunderstood one thing."

Lu Yuan pointed to the corpses and rivers of blood all over the ground.

"So many of you died, but it wasn't us who killed you—it was your own people."

"If our Red Wolf Guild had really taken action directly..."

"At most, we would just be collecting the funds that the Old Buddha compensated you with back then, with interest."

"In order to keep shearing the sheep for a long time... ah, no, I mean, in order to live in peace."

"We would certainly still leave you a way out."

A mocking sneer curled the corners of Lu Yuan's mouth.

"It was your own greed that made you kill each other; who can you blame for that?"

"Sophistry!"

Yuri glared viciously at Lu Yuan, his eyes bloodshot.

He knew it was impossible to leave alive today, so he simply ignited the ferocity in his bones.

Yuri suddenly raised the chipped machete in his hand, pointing the tip straight at Lu Yuan.

"Despicable Dragon Country people! Relying on conspiracies and tricks, what kind of skill is that!"

"If you have the guts, come out of that turtle shell like a real warrior!"

"Fight me fair and square!"

"Come on! Let's duel!!!"

"Ura!!!"

Watching Yuri below, who was raging impotently like a clown, the Red Wolf Army's communication channel instantly erupted into deafening laughter.

Lin Zihao poked his head out from the side, laughing until tears almost came out.

"Hahahaha... Good! You've got guts!"

"Old Russian, we will fulfill your wish to duel today!"

Lin Zihao waved his hand, pointing at the red war chariots covering the mountains and plains behind him, and mocked loudly.

"Come, you choose!"

"Is it you alone, dueling our three hundred thousand people!"

"Or is it our three hundred thousand people, dueling you alone!"

"You choose!"

Upon hearing this, Yuri's face instantly turned the color of a pig's liver, and he shook with rage.

Lu Yuan threw away the finished coffee cup, his face filled with the expression of looking at an idiot.

"I have an army of three hundred thousand suppressing the field, I could win while lying down, and you want me to go down and duel you?"

"Am I sick in the head?"

Lu Yuan waved his hand impatiently.

"Brothers, charge!"

"Let's settle the old historical debts, time to collect!"

"Kill!!!"

Tens of thousands of Red Wolf Players, who had long been unable to restrain themselves, surged down from the war chariots like hungry tigers pouncing on food.

In an instant, they surrounded the pitiful dozens of remaining Russian troops.

Over thirty thousand people surrounding thirty people!

At this moment, in the eyes of the Red Wolf Players, the Russians were simply like newly spawned rare monsters.

"Holy crap! Leave one for me! I want his sword!"

"Don't push, don't push! That Russian leader is mine, nobody fight me for the last hit!"

"Ouch, take it easy, you're tearing their clothes to shreds, how am I supposed to salvage them now!"

On the ruined plaza, the wailing lasted less than ten seconds before it was drowned out by the excited scrambling of the Red Wolf Army.

They couldn't grab enough, they simply couldn't grab enough!

This surprise attack by the five major guilds, which was originally thought to be earth-shattering and would ignite the Mist City, where everyone had even reinforced their armor to the teeth and prepared for a bloody battle to the end, ended in such an absurd and inexplicable way.

...

At the same time, inside a secret underground base in the center of the Mist City, a strange blood-colored magic circle stood in the center of a dimly lit room.

Following the tragic death of over eight thousand Polar Bear Country players outside the abandoned theater, countless streams of dense blood energy pierced through the obstacles of space and frantically poured into the body of the black-robed man standing in the center of the magic circle.

"Ugh ah..."

The man tilted his head back, opened his arms, and let out a low, comfortable moan.

"Comfortable!"

Feeling the spiritual power in his body refilled, and even greater than before, he slowly opened his eyes, and a sickly flush appeared on his pale face.

The next second, his eyes instantly became extremely fierce, staring fixedly at the blood-colored tank surrounded by an army of three hundred thousand on the screen in front of him.

"Without spending a single soldier, I made over eight thousand people kill each other and become my nourishment..."

The man sneered and licked his lips with a scarlet tongue.

"These humans wearing red combat uniforms are indeed interesting; their methods are vicious enough."

"But your luck ends here..."

The man slowly turned around, walked to the main console, and pressed the button in the very center that was emitting a dangerous red light without hesitation.

"Rumble—!"

The entire underground base began to tremble violently.

The baleful energy from several surrounding Inner Worlds gathered towards the center point, forming a huge vortex.

The man looked at the screen, a cruel arc curling the corners of his mouth, his voice like a whisper floating from the depths of hell.

"Red Wolf Guild..."

"I hope you can let me have some fun."