88: Twelve! Purgatory Dragon Breath, God's Hunt
Slaughter was carried out efficiently and indifferently, almost like an industrial process.
Hammer, Dark Priest, Flame Mage...
One by one, the IDs that were once famous in the War Zone were silently erased from the member list under Lin Feng's "roll call," like leaves swept away by the autumn wind.
Their fate was identical to Zhinang's.
They didn't even qualify for an extra glance from the God of Flame Bird.
The omnipresent true flame damage of the Holy Domain alone was enough to burn their pathetic defenses, along with their last hopes, into nothingness.
In less than ten minutes.
The Demon-Slaying Expeditionary Force's member list was halved.
And Lin Feng's gold coins and heavy oil, after plundering all of these people's possessions, once again saw a surge.
Gold Coins: 1,657,350
heavy oil: 1,021,500
Looking at this immense sum, enough to drive any lord mad, Lin Feng's eyes remained as calm as a bottomless pool of cold water.
He stopped his "roll call."
Because the remaining scattered forces were no longer worth his personal attention.
It was time to bring this boring farce to an end.
"It's time to upgrade."
Lin Feng's thoughts unhesitatingly pointed to the upgrade button for the God of Flame Bird.
The Sacred Phoenix Fortress, as a unique building, no longer required resource consumption for its upgrade; instead, it was directly linked to the lord's own level.
Do you want to spend 320,000 gold coins and 200,000 heavy oil to upgrade your level to 11?
"Yes."
Do you want to spend 640,000 gold coins and 400,000 heavy oil to upgrade your level to 12?
"Yes."
Lin Feng didn't even frown, choosing to jump two levels directly.
Boom—!!!!
The God of Flame Bird, covering the sky and sun, let out a clear, joyful phoenix cry!
A larger, more sacred golden flame erupted from its body, sweeping across the entire battlefield!
Its size once again surged, and its wings, like they were cast from gold, seemed to block out the entire crimson sky with each stretch!
Merely gazing at it was enough to make one's soul burn and surrender!
Ding! Congratulations! Your level has successfully increased to 12!
Your population cap has increased to: 400!
Your hero level cap has increased!
You have unlocked a new spell: Clone Spell!
You have unlocked a new unit: Lava Hound!
A series of prompts announced the arrival of a new era.
"Four hundred population..."
Lin Feng's eyes gleamed with a fanaticism called "creation."
His gaze skipped over the regular unlock options and landed on the Unit Fusion Altar, which had not been used for a long time.
The legendary units he had drawn from the Destiny Roulette in his warehouse—the Golem, the Infernal Flying Dragon, and the newly unlocked Lava Hound—were already eager for action.
"Come on, let me see what kind of surprises you can bring me."
Lin Feng's will, like the hand of a god, plucked the strings of fusion.
Golem (Legendary) + Infernal Flying Dragon (Legendary) + Lava Hound (New Unit) = ???
Three dazzling lights representing legends frantically intertwined, collided, and merged on the altar!
This time, there was no golden light, nor purple light.
Buzz—!
A black pillar of light, as dark as ink yet seemingly burning with the fires of hell, filled with destruction and the scent of sulfur, shot up from the altar!
It was a… dragon.
A terrifying giant dragon, its entire body composed of dark volcanic rock, with dark red light, like molten blood, flowing through the cracks in the rock!
Its wings had no feathers, but were made of pure, burning flame!
With every breath, it spewed thick black smoke with sparks from its nostrils!
Its eyes were filled with tyranny, destruction, and endless hatred for all life!
Ding! Congratulations! You have successfully fused a Super Mythical Unit—Infernal Flying Dragon!
Infernal Flying Dragon (Super Mythical)
Quality: Mythical (Fusion)
Health: 20,000
Attack Method: Infernal Dragon Breath (Continuous Area Damage)
Trait One: Molten Body: The Infernal Flying Dragon is immune to all magic damage and slowly regenerates its health when out of combat.
Trait Two: Hell Aura: The Infernal Flying Dragon continuously deals burning damage to surrounding enemy units.
Trait Three: Death Split: When the Infernal Flying Dragon is destroyed, it splits into two smaller Infernal Flying Dragons that continue to fight.
"Beautiful!"
Lin Feng looked at this perfect attribute panel and nodded with satisfaction.
This was the true overlord of the sky!
His thoughts stirred.
Do you want to summon the "Infernal Flying Dragon" by consuming population?
"Summon ten."
In an instant.
Ten black pillars of destructive light shot up behind the God of Flame Bird!
Roar—!!!!
Ten ferocious and terrifying Infernal Flying Dragons flapped their wings of flame, circling in the sky, letting out soul-shaking roars!
The sight, covering the sky and sun, was as if a legion from hell had descended upon the human world!
Lin Feng's lips curled into a cruel arc.
He looked at the dozen or so IDs still clinging to life in the channel, his eyes full of amusement.
"Go."
"Let this farce finally end."
At his command.
Ten Infernal Flying Dragons transformed into ten black meteors of death, howling in different directions!
Wherever they went, not a blade of grass grew!
Under the Infernal Dragon Breath, all beings were equal!
Whether it was sturdy city walls or powerful defense towers, in the face of that continuous, terrifying area damage, they were like paper, quickly melted and destroyed!
...
Inside Dragon Aotian's fortress.
He stared blankly at the screen, at the ten Infernal Flying Dragons that had descended like doomsday, systematically clearing out the "allies" who had once fought alongside him.
His face, once twisted by madness, now only held endless despair and numbness.
He lost.
Lost everything.
He not only lost all his possessions but also became a sinner of the entire War Zone, a huge joke.
He could even imagine how Heaven's Choice would slowly torture and humiliate him, like a cat playing with a mouse, once this war ended.
No…
Never!
A final shred of pride, belonging to an SSS-level lord, squeezed out from his dried-up soul.
He slowly raised his hand and looked at the red button in the upper right corner of the system panel, the one he usually wouldn't even glance at, representing "self-destruction."
"Heaven's Choice…"
He softly chewed on the name that had made him taste both heaven and hell, a strange, relieved smile appearing on his face.
"You won."
"But you will never be able to… judge me with your own hands."
He slammed the button.
System Notification: Lord Dragon Aotian has chosen to self-destruct. The fortress is self-destructing...
A blood-red system notification suddenly popped up on the screens of all survivors.
Seeing this, the last line of defense in the hearts of the remaining lords completely collapsed.
Even their last spiritual leader chose this method to escape the final judgment.
What hope did they have left?
In just two hours.
When the last Infernal Flying Dragon spewed its destructive dragon breath, turning the last stubbornly resisting A-level lord and his fortress into scorched earth.
The entire battlefield fell into an eternal silence.
The Demon-Slaying Expeditionary Force, with forty-seven members, was completely annihilated.
From then on, the entire 8888 War Zone was completely cleared.