55: "Spear" from the shadow! Your defense towers are all blind!
"War Lord, eliminated!"
The cold system prompt, like a final judgment, declared the thrilling offense and defense battle had ended in failure for the attacking side.
The entire Tumo Yuanzhengjun channel was silent.
The hearts of all observers sank into a bottomless abyss as the bloody figure crashed down.
But this time, there were no curses or desperate wails in the channel.
In the dead silence, a completely different emotion was brewing.
A mix of extreme regret, immense shock, and… a rekindled spark of hope.
"What a pity…"
Swift Wind Swordsman's voice trembled uncontrollably.
"Just one more hit, truly just one more hit, and we could have wiped out that beast's main base!"
"More than a pity! Did you all see? Heaven's Choice, he… he really smashed through Little Devil's invincible turtle shell!" Holy Light Priest's tone was filled with the ecstasy and relief of someone who had survived a catastrophe.
"The city walls are broken, the Mage Tower is destroyed, and most importantly, his Level 30 Queen is also gone!"
"Little Devil's defense line has been torn open with a huge gap!"
Iron Wall also roared, "That's right! Although we lost this wave, we saw the hope of victory! Little Devil is already severely weakened, and his heroes and spells are all on cooldown! We just need to organize a few more waves, and we can exhaust him with a war of attrition!"
"Yes! We still have a chance!"
An unprecedented atmosphere of unity began to spread wildly in the channel.
Lin Feng, with a textbook-level "failure," reinjected a strong dose of courage into these survivors dominated by fear.
However, just as everyone was passionately stirred, an ID that had been lurking suddenly posted a message that struck everyone like a bolt of lightning.
Zhinang: "Wait, haven't you… noticed a problem?"
Zhinang: "Heaven's Choice's fortress is Level 8, with a maximum population cap of two hundred."
Zhinang: "Those four terrifying stitched monsters, of Mythical quality, occupy forty population each. Four of them, that's one hundred sixty population."
His words, like a thunderclap from the heavens, cleared everyone's muddled thoughts.
One hundred sixty population.
Which meant…
From beginning to end, Lin Feng still had a full forty population worth of troops, unused!
He wasn't at the end of his rope!
He even… had a backup plan!
This realization instantly turned the rising clamor in the channel into a dead silence of indrawn breaths.
If the previous battle was shocking, then at this moment, what they felt was a reverence bordering on fear.
This man, facing such a desperate situation and launching such a crazy attack, still maintained this level of calmness and calculation.
What was his heart made of, exactly?
Just then, the ID that made everyone grit their teeth in hatred lit up in the spectator channel.
Little Devil: "Oh, what a pity, just by a tiny bit. It seems you are the most troublesome one among these wastes."
Although his tone still tried to maintain that frivolous and mocking air, everyone could hear the suppressed lingering fear and anger within it.
Little Devil: "When the truce ends, I will be the first to properly 'entertain' you. Hehe."
A naked threat.
However, facing this dog-like barking, the always silent ID finally lit up with a response.
Heaven's Choice: "The game has only just begun."
A single sentence, as calm as stating an established fact.
But it made Little Devil's heart skip a beat.
A sudden, stronger sense of unease, without warning, instantly seized his soul.
The game… has only just begun?
What does that mean?
Lin Feng's thoughts had already withdrawn from the noisy channel.
His gaze calmly surveyed the devastated battlefield.
The mission of the "hammer" was complete.
It had, with the most brutal posture, smashed open the strongest barrier, forced out all of the opponent's defensive measures, and even taken out the opponent's sharpest sword.
Now, it was time for the "spear" hidden in the shadows to make its appearance.
Lin Feng's consciousness gently settled on the last corner of the barracks.
"Dispatch, Ghost Pig Rider!"
…
Inside Little Devil's fortress, he was staring intently at the phrase "The game has only just begun" on the spectator screen, repeatedly chewing on its meaning in his heart.
His hero was eliminated, his defense towers were heavily damaged, and all his spells were on cooldown.
Although he had barely held on, the price he paid was so great that his heart bled.
As long as he endured this short vacuum period, he swore he would make that guy named "Heaven's Choice" experience what true despair felt like!
However, just then!
His fortress's system alert suddenly lit up with an icon that felt utterly unfamiliar to him.
"New enemy units are approaching your territory!"
What?!
Little Devil's pupils suddenly constricted to pinpricks!
Hadn't the battle already ended?! Hadn't his War Lord already been eliminated?! Why were there still new units?!
His view sharply switched back to above his own fortress.
From his God's-eye view, he clearly saw a small, pitch-black cavalry unit, seemingly made of pure shadow, moving unhurriedly towards the interior of his fortress, along the gap in the defense line torn open by the Destroyer Legion with lives and firepower.
"Defense towers! Attack! Kill it for me!"
Little Devil, like a madman, frantically used his consciousness to select the two remaining Hell Towers and the surrounding surviving Mage Towers.
However, no matter how he operated, those defensive structures, representing his strongest firepower, remained unresponsive, as if blind.
The energy cores at the top of the towers were still operating, but they could never lock onto the shadow boldly invading.
The system's feedback consisted only of lines of cold, chilling small text.
"No valid target in range"
"No valid target in range"
"No valid target in range"
How was that possible?!
Little Devil's mind went blank.
He could see it! He could clearly see that damned cavalry right there!
Why couldn't his defense towers see it?!
What in the world was this thing?!
He watched helplessly as the ghostly, pitch-black pig, carrying its rider shrouded in a cloak of shadows, its hooves burning with ghostly blue soul fire, silently passed through the ruins of the outer city wall.
It ignored the two Hell Towers that were fruitlessly searching for targets.
It easily leaped over the inner city wall, which had been smashed to pieces.
Its target, from beginning to end, was incredibly clear.
That was…
His solitary, unprotected Level 9 main base, standing in the very center of his fortress!
Little Devil's breathing completely stopped at this moment.
All the blood in his body seemed to freeze.
He finally understood.
He finally understood what "The game has only just begun" meant.
From the very beginning, those six world-destroying War Demons were just a feint.
That brutal offense and defense, which forced him to reveal all his trump cards and even cost him a hero, was, from start to finish, just a prelude for this silent "spear" at this very moment.
"No… no…"
His lips trembled unconsciously, but no sound came out.
At the exact moment the Ghost Pig Rider leaped high, about to land in front of his main base.
That ID, which had made the entire war zone take notice, once again lit up in everyone's spectator channel.
Heaven's Choice: "Checkmate."