Translator: AnubisTL
Chen Jiang and Scar Dog didn't hesitate, slamming the accelerator and charging straight toward the edge of City 18.
Their objective was clear: to haul a 110cm turret, aim it at City 18, and unleash a devastating barrage.
Their strategy was simple, encapsulated in a sixteen-character mantra:
"When the enemy advances, we retreat; when they retreat, we pursue; when they encamp, we harass; when they tire, we strike."
"Come to think of it, City 18 is probably the only alien race we've encountered," Scar Dog remarked, his voice tinged with regret. "If this is all they've got, their destruction is just a matter of time."
"But... I still feel a bit soft-hearted."
He sighed wistfully. "If City 18 falls, this wilderness will be completely devoid of civilization. Where will we get our air conditioners and all that other stuff?"
"Without those things, our quality of life will plummet."
"It won't," Chen Jiang replied, shaking his head. He gazed out the window at the rapidly blurring wilderness, his eyes fixed on the gradually sharpening outline of City 18's perimeter. "We'll just keep some mechanical race members as slaves."
"Besides, this operation is mainly a reconnaissance mission—to probe City 18's true strength."
"You need to be ready to use your innate ability at any moment."
"Even if City 18 uses missiles—weapons of mass destruction—repeatedly using your innate ability would still give us a high chance of escaping the blast radius."
"Even if City 18's strength is truly limited to this, we still can't slaughter them all today."
"Huh?" Scar Dog looked confused. "Why not?"
"Duh," Chen Jiang said, glancing at the race kill rankings with a hint of exasperation. "If we wipe out City 18 today, how will we compete for the top spot on tomorrow's race kill rankings? There aren't any other alien races around here."
"Killing them in batches each day maximizes our gains."
By now, the race kill rankings had already shifted significantly.
[Race Kill Rankings]
[Rank 1: Human Race, Chen Jiang]
[Alien Race Members Killed: 1,682]
[Rank 2: Mechanical Race, Feng Jiutian]
[Alien Race Members Killed: 828]
[Rank 3: Mechanical Race, Yan Pomen]
[Alien Race Members Killed: 734]
Chen Jiang's previous kill count had been 1,234, but after another round of relentless bombardment against City 18, it had surged to 1,682.
The human race's merit points had also been calculated, reaching an astonishing 1,682.
As for Feng Jiutian and Yan Pomen of the mechanical race, although their alien kill counts had increased significantly, they were still far, far behind Chen Jiang.
The time was approximately 6:30 PM.
Nearly six hours remained until midnight.
During these six hours, Feng Jiutian and Yan Pomen had a high chance of catching up.
Whether Chen Jiang could secure the top spot on today's rankings remained uncertain.
Every race was closely monitoring the race kill rankings.
After all, the daily top-ranked race on the race kill rankings not only received their original rewards but also granted a corresponding bonus to every member of their race.
For example, yesterday, the mechanical race claimed the top spot.
As a result, every mechanical race member received a random item.
No race seeking survival in the Ten Thousand Races Arena could afford to ignore the importance of the race kill rankings.
Ten Thousand Races Arena.
Deep within a dense jungle.
A burly ape-man, his body covered in stiff, needle-like fur, stared in disbelief at the race kill rankings.
He was Suville, a warrior of the ape-man race.
They had once lived on a jungle-covered planet, but three months ago, they were abruptly thrust into this world of unfathomable heights and depths.
"Damn it!"
"Why would this person slaughter so many alien race members? Has this human gone mad?"
[Rank 1: Human player, Chen Jiang.]
He couldn't believe someone could slaughter nearly 2,000 alien race members in a single day. Even killing chickens would take some effort, right?
Just then—
An ape-man with bulging muscles, looking intimidating yet clearly aged, approached from the side.
The ape-man's fur was no longer as stiff as Suville's, appearing slightly limp and tinged with white.
"Suville, you can't stop now!"
The ape-man stared intently at Suville, his voice grave as he spoke each word deliberately. "The entire third tribe of the ape-man race—nearly a thousand members—charged into that damned swamp to fight the damned swamp race to the death!"
"Risking their return to the ape saint's embrace, they critically wounded those damned swamp race members, carried them out, and threw them at your feet for you to kill."
"All so you alone could achieve the highest alien race kill count and climb to the top of the race kill rankings!"
"This concerns the very fate of the ape-man race. Only by securing more top spots on the race kill rankings can we survive in this cursed world under the ape saint's glory!"
"You can't stop now!"
"I know!"
Suville, his face slightly defiant, casually decapitated several alien race members with his scythe before complaining, "I just think I'm the ape-man race's strongest warrior!"
"I should be leading my people into battle like a true warrior!"
"Not hiding at the back like a coward, waiting for my comrades to bring me these heavily wounded, near-death aliens!"
Mid-sentence, Suville noticed the elder's darkening expression. He closed his eyes, stiffened his neck, and defiantly raised his voice, "Even if this gets me first place on today's kill rankings, I'll feel ashamed!"
"This is cheating!"
"I, Suville, the ape-man race's strongest warrior, refuse to cheat!"
"Foolish!"
The elder, his face grim, forcibly suppressed his rage and spoke each word with deliberate emphasis: "This concerns the survival of our race! This is no child's game!"
"Choosing you was the unanimous decision of the wise ones!"
"You must obey the order!"
Just then—
Another ape-man, frail and seemingly on the verge of collapse, approached and stood beside them, shaking his head. "No need to kill him. There will be no contest today."
Seeing the ape-man approach, Suville and the third tribe's race chief, who had been arguing moments before, immediately adopted respectful expressions and helped him onto a nearby stone bench.
Then, with furrowed brows and a hint of unease, they asked, "Have we given up?"
"Yes."
"Suville is currently ranked seventh on the race kill rankings, with 523 alien race members killed."
"He's too far behind the leader."
The ape-man race's wise one sighed, his voice weary. "It's impossible to catch up. That human player has killed too many today."
"Yesterday, his name wasn't even on the race kill rankings."
"Today, he's suddenly surged to the top, leaving everyone else in the dust."
"Something extraordinary must have happened to him."
(End of the Chapter)
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