63: I am the Scourge! Hunting time, calling the Empress!

Heaven's Choice: "As an ant, how dare you challenge a god?"

When these words, like the final judgment from the nine nether abyss, were clearly etched into the 【Demon-Slaying Expeditionary Force】 channel.

The entire world seemed to be drained of all sound and color.

The crowd, who a second ago were still immersed in the extreme shock of a mythical unit being instantly killed, felt a chill ten times more intense than when facing the Little Devil, climbing from their tailbones all the way to their scalps, making their souls tremble violently and uncontrollably.

The Little Devil's power was flamboyant, outward.

He was like a cruel child, enjoying the pleasure of tormenting his prey; his malice was visible, tangible.

But Heaven's Choice's power was restrained, unfathomably deep.

He was like a silent iceberg; you would never know what massive, terrifying, world-overturning mass was hidden beneath the surface of the sea.

He didn't even bother to mock, didn't bother to play tricks.

He simply used a factual, ice-cold tone, devoid of any human emotion, to lay a truth so cruel it made everyone unable to breathe, stark naked before them.

—You are all ants.

The channel was dead silent.

That silence was no longer the temporary speechlessness caused by shock.

Instead, it was a pure… surrender, from the depths of the soul, after thoroughly recognizing reality and being stripped of all will to resist.

Swift Wind Swordsman's sword emblem, representing his SS-rank glory, was incredibly dim at this moment; he typed with difficulty, as if each word drained all his strength.

Swift Wind Swordsman: "He… when he instantly killed the Shadow Demon Lord just now, did you… did you see how many defensive towers he used?"

This question, like a cold key, opened the door to everyone's deepest fears.

Zhinang: "Four Electromagnetic Cannons, one Sky Eagle Cannon… and two Hell Towers. But he still has many towers he hasn't used at all, two strangely shaped Mage Towers, a strange Goblin Hut, two strange Anti-Air Rockets…"

Iron Wall added in a near-dreamy tone: "But… but… after he upgraded to Town Hall 9, he has eighteen defensive tower slots…"

Eighteen.

He only used seven.

The remaining eleven defensive towers, from beginning to end, were like indifferent spectators, not even revealing a hint of energy fluctuation.

No one knew what terrifying killing machines slumbered in those eleven slots.

This realization, like an invisible hand, fiercely clutched everyone's hearts, making them almost suffocate.

Their so-called "war of attrition," their ridiculous human wave tactics, seemed like a huge joke in front of this armed-to-the-teeth, unfathomably deep war fortress.

Sending themselves to their deaths?

No, they weren't even qualified to be sent to their deaths.

Their attacks weren't even worthy of making the opponent go all out.

This was no longer a difference in dimensions.

This was an insurmountable chasm between the Creator and the clay figures He casually molded.

Despair, like thick ink, quickly spread through the channel, swallowing the last glimmer of light.

Just when everyone thought they were about to face the arbitrarily declared doomsday.

That ID, high above like a god, lit up once again.

Heaven's Choice: "Since no one dares to speak, then…"

Heaven's Choice: "It's my turn to act."

Boom!

It was as if an invisible thunderclap exploded in everyone's minds!

He was going on the offensive!

This realization was more terrifying than any of his previous defensive counterattacks!

Because defending meant he was still abiding by the "rules" of this tower defense world.

But taking the initiative to attack meant he was personally entering the fray, as a "player," to hunt "players"!

For a moment, all the avatars in the channel flickered frantically, yet no one dared to utter a single word. They were like a group of gazelles targeted by a lion, unable to react in any other way than to freeze in place, trembling.

Heaven's Choice: "Let's start with you two, the SSS-ranks."

His words, like a precise scalpel, instantly dissected the fragile alliance of this disorganized rabble, exposing the two IDs, once admired by all, but now targets of public criticism, to the spotlight.

【Phoenix Empress】.

【Dragon Aotian】.

Dragon Aotian chose to remain silent.

He didn't dare to speak.

He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, that demon lord would choose to make an example of him first.

Everyone's gaze, subconsciously, converged on the ID burning with the golden phoenix emblem.

Phoenix Empress, what would she choose?

Would she, like Swift Wind Swordsman, choose humiliating silence, praying that the opponent would spare her?

Or…

【Phoenix Empress】: "Good."

One word.

Cold, arrogant, as if tempered by ice.

Even in this utterly crushed predicament, she still maintained that last shred of royal dignity.

【Phoenix Empress】: "I'll be waiting for you."

Her response instantly stirred a small commotion in the channel.

Iron Wall: "She's crazy! She's gone crazy too! How dare she still talk tough at a time like this?"

Holy Light Priest: "Is the Empress… is she using her own life to buy us time?"

Some also held onto a last shred of hope.

Zhinang: "Perhaps… the Empress still has some trump card we don't know about? After all, an SSS-rank talent wouldn't just sit there and wait for death."

However, Lin Feng looked at Phoenix Empress's outwardly strong but inwardly weak reply, his expression unchanged.

Trump card?

He had already seen it.

It was nothing more than using absolute unit quality to overwhelm with brute force.

Unfortunately, this tactic was meaningless in front of him.

He didn't even bother with further words.

His will, like a drawn sword, precisely landed on the avatar burning with the golden phoenix.

【System Prompt: Do you wish to attack the lord "Phoenix Empress"?】

"Yes."

Lin Feng's perspective was instantly stretched and distorted, transforming into a stream of light, tearing through the constraints of space.

When his vision returned, he had already descended upon a completely different battlefield.

There was no bloody, oppressive evil fortress like the Little Devil's.

Instead, there was a vast plain full of primal, wild energy and vitality.

Above the plain, a huge, magnificent main city, constructed of golden holy light and massive stones, stood silently, exuding a sacred and majestic aura.

And around the main city, dense and numerous, stood strange buildings filled with a wild, untamed atmosphere.

There were 【Goblin Huts】 like giant beehives, from which green-skinned goblins armed with daggers continuously swarmed out.

There were 【Barbarian Huts】 built with huge logs, from which burly Barbarians wielding battle-axes let out roars.

And 【Giant Huts】 piled with sturdy rocks, each window revealing pairs of large, honest yet powerful eyes.

Countless units, like a tide, continuously poured out from these huts, converging into a terrifying torrent of flesh and steel that made one's scalp tingle, completely enveloping the golden main city, layer upon layer.

And behind that endless tide of soldiers, upon the main city's walls, a phoenix, composed entirely of liquid holy light, elegantly spread its wings; with each flap, golden light rain scattered, providing an inexhaustible source of healing and buffs to the legions below.

Phoenix Empress's hero—【Holy Phoenix】!

She had clearly learned her lesson from the previous failure.

If even the highest quality individual units could be instantly killed by some means from the opponent.

Then she would do the opposite!

She would drown him with absolute, endless "numbers"!

No matter how high the quality of your units, you can only attack a few targets at a time!

No matter how high your hero's damage, you still have to take out cannon fodder one by one.

What's more, he also had the trump card skill of 5 seconds of invincibility, a 200% defensive advantage, and a local advantage of 30-second hero revival!

She refused to believe that her "Immortal Corpse Sea," composed of countless cannon fodder, couldn't exhaust him to death!

Looking at this magnificent human wave, a spark of hope reignited in the 【Demon-Slaying Expeditionary Force】 channel.

Swift Wind Swordsman: "Human wave tactics! It's human wave tactics! This move is brilliant!"

Iron Wall: "Exactly! Use an endless stream of low-level units to wear down his units and spells! As long as we can stall him, there's a chance!"

However, Lin Feng looked at the surging "corpse sea," and a nearly cruel arc curved at the corner of his mouth.

Using numbers to fight me?

You probably don't know what true… despair is yet.

His will sank into his barracks.

This time, he didn't even bother to use the 【Echo of Destiny】.

"Train, synthesize, 5x 【Mystic Destroyer】!"

【Population Cost: 200】

【heavy oil Cost: 26550】

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Five dark, destructive war demons, like five meteors falling from outer space, slammed into the attacker's starting area!

One more than when he attacked the Little Devil last time!

That pure, unreasonable sense of oppression even caused a momentary stir and halt in Phoenix Empress's endless sea of troops.

The battle began!