23: The war zone is shaking! Who is that God-killer?

In the early morning, Lin Feng opened his eyes precisely on time.

A night of rest had allowed his spirit, which had been stretched to its limit after successive intense battles, to return to its peak state.

His consciousness was as clear as ice, and his thoughts as sharp as an eagle.

He walked out of the stone cabin, and the cool morning breeze brushed his face, carrying a faint scent of rust.

After a night of self-repair, the fortress platform's energy shield had recovered about seventy to eighty percent of its glow, and the newly born [Geomantic Vein Extractor] was operating tirelessly, continuously pumping deep black heavy oil into his reserves.

Lin Feng mechanically chewed on the system-provided sandwich and milk breakfast while calmly planning for the last two days before the Blood Moon's arrival.

His gaze fell upon his resource panel.

[Gold Coins: 4200]

[heavy oil: 4500]

His extravagant spending of ten thousand gold to upgrade his Main Camp to level six last night had caused his gold reserves to drop to a relatively dangerous level.

However, in terms of heavy oil, relying on that epic-grade extractor, he already possessed capital that stood out in the entire war zone.

PVE attack attempts had refreshed.

Today, what he needed to do was utilize these three precious opportunities to maximize resource gains, making final preparations for the inevitably brutal Blood Moon feast.

However, just as his thoughts were about to touch the blood-colored world map…

The entire world seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, suddenly pausing.

Immediately after, a series of scarlet, blood-red system announcements, like a bursting dam, violently flooded everyone's vision with an unreasonable ferocity!

[System Announcement: Lord "Thor" (SS-grade - Thunderous Might) has been defeated by Lord "Little Devil" in a deathmatch, his fortress destroyed, and the Lord eliminated!]

[System Announcement: Lord "Sword Immortal" (SS-grade - Demonic Blade of a Thousand Edges) has been defeated by Lord "Little Devil" in a deathmatch, his fortress destroyed, and the Lord eliminated!]

[System Announcement: Lord "God of Wealth" (SS-grade - Hedge Fund) has been defeated by Lord "Little Devil" in a deathmatch, his fortress destroyed, and the Lord eliminated!]

…

Five in a row!

Each one represented an SS-grade badge that had once shone brightly on the leaderboard, now completely erased!

The scarlet text seemed to carry un-dried blood, bringing a terrifying, suffocating horror that was brutally branded onto the retina of every survivor.

Dead silence.

A deathly silence.

The regional channel, which had just been filled with wails after the fifth wave of monsters, was at this moment as if a gander's throat had been choked, unable to emit even a sound.

The concrete fear of the Blood Moon was, at this moment, completely crushed and devoured by a more pure, more unknown shadow named "Little Devil"!

A few seconds later, the extreme, suppressed panic erupted like a volcano!

"I… I didn't see wrong, did I? Lord Thor… is gone?"

"Holy crap, Lord God of Wealth, owner of the Hedge Fund, how much money did he steal to wipe him out!!!"

"Five! A full five SS-grade lords! All of them monsters in the top thirty of the leaderboard! Just like that… gone?"

"This 'Little Devil'… who is he? Where did this immortal come from? No, he's a devil! Is this a new devil? Why does he specifically kill SS-grade lords?"

"How long has PVP only been open?! Is he already starting a major purge? What does this person want? Does he want to kill all the strong players and then rule this war zone alone?"

"It's over… our zone is going to change!"

Amidst this chaos and speculation, an ID, also bearing the distinguished SS-grade badge, slowly appeared in the center of the channel.

The name of that ID was the three words that sent chills down everyone's spine.

[Little Devil].

HisSpeech, carrying a childlike playfulness and an adult's cruelty, struck at everyone's heart, word by word.

"A bunch of chattering ants, stop guessing, it's me."

"Seeing you all still struggling with level three and four Main Camps, it's truly pitiful."

"You probably will never understand what it means to start with a level five Main Camp, right?"

Like a nuclear bomb dropped into a calm lake, his words instantly caused the entire channel to explode.

Starting with level five?

What kind of heaven-defying talent was this?

Before everyone could recover from the shock, the Little Devil seemed to enjoy being the center of attention, and actually shared part of his talent information.

[Talent: SS-grade - Devil's Contract]

[Effect: Directly obtain a level 5 Main Camp at the start, and subsequent Main Camp upgrade resource requirements are halved.]

[Cost: The Main Camp's initial and maximum durability will be permanently locked at 1 point.]

Hiss—!

Countless people gasped.

This was a thorough, utterly insane glass cannon talent that gambled all survival hopes on offense!

1 point of durability meant that any Goblin grunt, no matter how weak, could instantly kill him if it managed to touch his Main Camp.

But conversely, the immense advantage of starting with a level five Main Camp was enough to allow him to establish an insurmountable defensive chasm in the early game!

As long as his air defense was good, as long as his ground defense was impenetrable, as long as he managed it properly, that 1 HP Main Camp was equivalent to having infinite HP!

The Little Devil's voice, with a hint of boastful laughter, rang out again.

"Hehe, do you understand? Although my home shatters with a touch, as long as I make my turtle shell hard enough, who can break in? By the way, I have good news for you. With the massive resources provided by those five idiots just now, I'm already at level seven.

And I've also unlocked the hero [Archer Queen]."

"If it weren't for the fact that there are only five PVP attack attempts per day, once I kill off those annoying guys on the leaderboard again and upgrade to level nine… by then, all of you will just be my cute, mobile resource packs!"

Naked threat! Undisguised declaration!

The entire channel fell into a despair even more viscous than before.

If the Blood Moon was a natural disaster.

Then this "Little Devil" was a man-made calamity!

And it was a man-made calamity that was close at hand, potentially descending upon their heads at any moment!

Of course, there were also defiant troublemakers who, after a brief shock, voiced angry questions.

"Good heavens! So that person ranked even higher than the two SSS-grade lords is you, this pervert, huh?"

"You're just going to reveal your talent like that? Are you really not afraid of those two SSS-grade lords coming for you? Do you really think you're invincible?"

"Don't be too arrogant! So cocky, you'll capsize in a ditch sooner or later!"

"Brothers, I propose that all of us unite and use a war of attrition to take down this psychologically twisted troublemaker first! Otherwise, none of us will have a good life!"

This proposal immediately received a wave of responses.

However, at this moment.

That dazzling, golden SSS-grade badge, like a blazing sun in the sky, once again suppressed all dissenting voices.

Dragon Aotian's statement, as always, was concise, yet carried an undeniable dominance.

"A mere clown, I'll take care of him."

Those seven short words were like a shot of adrenaline to all the survivors enveloped in despair!

"Lord Dragon Aotian has made his move!"

"Awesome! This is the true spirit of a big shot!"

"Kill that little bastard! Let him know his place!"