Translator: AnubisTL
A gentle breeze swept through, swirling dust that lashed against their figures.
The oppressive heat couldn't mask the thick, cloying scent of roasting flesh and acrid smoke that permeated the air.
After a moment, Feng Jiutian finally tore his gaze from the distant horizon and lowered his head to survey the Meat Valley before him, now a charred pit filled with blackened corpses. His expression remained impassive as he murmured softly, "Excellent. Truly excellent."
"A victory against such a formidable opponent will be all the more satisfying."
"The stronger the enemy, the more the world will recognize the true extent of my power, Feng Jiutian's power!"
"Just a human player who got lucky. He actually thinks he can challenge the might of the mechanical race."
"Destroy three more Meat Valleys. I'll crush him with overwhelming force."
"Yes, sir!"
The subordinate standing beside him nodded solemnly, his face grave. He remained silent, but inwardly he clicked his tongue in astonishment.
Nearly three thousand souls perished in a single Meat Valley. Three such massacres would claim nearly ten thousand lives.
This scale of slaughter must far exceed the human player's comprehension.
Yet he dared not voice his reservations. He knew better than to suggest limiting the destruction, lest they jeopardize their chances of securing the top ranking in the coming days and completing their mission.
After all, his words carried little weight.
"Oh, one more thing."
Feng Jiutian paused, gazing into the distance before speaking again. "Contact the nearest fate holders and ask if any of them have the two-star item, the global speaker."
"I'll buy it at a high price."
"Yes, sir!"
"Brother Jiang."
Outside City 18, Scar Dog leaned against the window frame, watching the fireworks light up the sky. He turned to Chen Jiang with a grin. "Do you think Feng Jiutian's already shitting his pants?"
"Where does he get the confidence to fight us?"
"We control an entire city here. Does he have one too?"
Chen Jiang glanced around, then pulled an item from his pocket and placed it on the dashboard. "Who knows?" he murmured.
The item was encased in a glass box.
It was the last thing they'd grabbed from City 18's item shop during their raid a few days ago, snatched as they fled through the spatial gate, narrowly escaping the flames.
They hadn't used it yet, nor had they tried to enhance it.
This item was clearly special, and enhancing it would be a waste.
[Item Name: Heaven's Eye]
[Item Tier: Two-Star Item]
[Item Effect: When activated, it automatically reveals the nearest alien race gathering point, defined as a location with at least 100 individuals.]
[Item Restriction]: 500 merit points per use.
[Item Description]: If you are a jackal, this item will help you easily find prey. Conversely, it can also help you avoid dangerous areas.
This was the last item he had brought from the item shop in City 18—a two-star item.
For now, it was useless, as the nearest alien race gathering point was City 18, home to the mechanical race.
Apart from City 18, they had been in this world for three months and hadn't encountered any other alien races.
When they descended upon this world, the races hadn't arrived together. Instead, they had been completely scattered and randomly dispersed.
But just then—
"Whoa."
Scar Dog paused, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "Feng Jiutian is persistent. He's catching up again."
On the race kill rankings, Feng Jiutian's rank was rapidly climbing.
Until—
He reclaimed the top spot.
[Top Ranking: Mechanical Race Player, Feng Jiutian.]
[Alien Race Kills: 15,178]
[Second Ranking: Human Player, Chen Jiang.]
[Alien Race Kills: 7,813]
A gap more than twice as large.
"How is he killing them so fast?" Scar Dog frowned, puzzled. "Even slaughtering chickens takes time, right?"
"Could he be using weapons of mass destruction like missiles?"
"That doesn't make sense. In this world, only the mechanical race has cities. All other races landed here in small, scattered groups. Where would you even aim a missile to wipe out over ten thousand people at once?"
"I don't know."
Chen Jiang shook his head, glancing at City 18, now engulfed in artillery fire. "He won't be taking the top ranking today."
"Let's see who can kill faster—him or me."
Meanwhile, on the armored vehicle, the 110cm turret, seemingly tireless, maintained its maximum firing rate, relentlessly launching shell after shell—each the size of a small missile—into City 18.
Inside City 18:
The entire city was in chaos.
All enforcers mobilized to maintain order, guiding residents to evacuate toward the city center in as orderly a manner as possible, away from the bombardment zone.
Of course, this was just the ideal scenario.
The reality was that stampedes were occurring on every street.
Countless mechanical race members were being trampled to death under the feet of their own kind.
If Chen Jiang knew about this, he would be heartbroken. After all, these mechanical race members who died under the feet of their own kind wouldn't earn him any merit points.
Meanwhile, in the central conference room,
the elder—the leader of City 18's mechanical race—leaned heavily on the table, his face grim, and spoke each word with deliberate weight.
"The final hour has come."
"City 18's merit points have been exhausted. The energy shield and Spiderweb Air Defense System can no longer be activated."
"I have already sent a request for assistance to the other cities through the heaven's eye."
"Support should arrive in about a week."
The other figures seated around the table also wore grim expressions, clearly unprepared for the situation to have deteriorated to this point.
They had dispatched troops to hunt down the human player.
But the moment their forces emerged, the turret swiveled and unleashed a coordinated barrage, annihilating the entire expeditionary force once again.
That turret was simply beyond their ability to withstand!
Fei Yiming, sitting nearby, wore the most ghastly expression. If Chen Jiang survived, Fei Yiming would die. He couldn't help but growl, his composure crumbling.
"Why didn't you activate the x19 Dongfeng Missile when we had enough merit points?"
"If we'd used the missile immediately, would any of this have happened?"
"Impudence!"
The elder slammed his fist on the table, pointing a trembling finger at Fei Yiming. "Do you think I didn't want to activate it? The alien races that descended around City 18 were initially just humans—and not many of them at that!"
"City 18 hadn't accumulated enough merit points. Activating the x19 Dongfeng Missile would have drained our entire reserve!"
"Moreover, before your Heaven's Eye Pursuit Order took effect, we had no precise coordinates for that human player. Visual targeting was time-consuming and prone to error!"
"Satellite technology is restricted by the Ten Thousand Races Arena. We must input precise coordinates into the missile for it to launch, and it can only strike the pre-set target. We can't adjust the trajectory mid-flight!"
"And during the time it takes to visually locate the target, who knows where that human player has already run off to!"
He gasped for breath, bracing his hands on the table as he stared at the screen showing City 18 being relentlessly bombarded. A wave of despair and helplessness washed over him.
Reinforcements wouldn't arrive for at least seven days.
But City 18 might not even last seven hours.
At this point, his only hope wasn't for reinforcements to arrive sooner, but rather that Feng Jiutian of the mechanical race would stop provoking Chen Jiang. Perhaps that would reduce the number of casualties.
Yet, at that very moment—
He saw mechanical race Feng Jiutian's ranking skyrocket!
He couldn't help but lose his composure, cursing furiously, "Damn it! Feng Jiutian should be dragged before a military tribunal!"
It was clear what would happen next.
To climb the rankings, the human player Chen Jiang would undoubtedly slaughter countless mechanical race members in City 18.
(End of the Chapter)
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