Translator: AnubisTL
Chen Jiang never had to worry about running out of ammunition.
The more enemies he faced, the more bullets he gained. He never had to worry about the frustrating situation of running out of ammo mid-battle.
Moreover, as long as he didn't use the Giant Super Annihilation Bomb, his cannon barrel wouldn't overheat.
In theory, he could bombard targets continuously for an entire day!
At that moment—
The mechanical race city was clearly growing desperate. With no visible target, it began firing wildly in all directions.
But... none of this affected Chen Jiang or his allies.
Chen Jiang had already positioned himself far beyond the Nightfall's edge, completely out of range of the bombardment. As for whether his cannon barrel would be hit...
Of course it would.
Though his barrel was relatively sturdy, it couldn't yet withstand direct bombardment.
However, this problem would soon be resolved. In the fusion point shop, he had spotted an item that could solve this issue, though it was quite expensive.
Once this battle ended and he purchased that item,
his turret would evolve to the next stage.
It would be able to withstand enemy fire while engaging in direct counter-bombardment!
For now, his barrel couldn't withstand the bombardment, but he had a solution: the old man's advice—"When the enemy advances, retreat."
If you can't withstand it, then just don't withstand it.
Chen Jiang activated the "Giant Super Annihilation Bomb," and a massive light bullet slammed into the mechanical race city with devastating force!
Another colossal explosion erupted, shaking the heavens!
Without hesitation, Chen Jiang retracted the turret and patiently waited three minutes, preparing to unleash another strike on the enemy city.
Simple and brutal.
A fake war involves information warfare, coordinated land, sea, and air operations, logistical support, espionage, and manipulating enemy public opinion.
A real war consists of firing a "Giant Super Annihilation Bomb" every three minutes until total annihilation.
But clearly, such elaborate measures were unnecessary. After this single strike, all resistance from the enemy had ceased. The rest would be child's play.
As the three-minute ceasefire ended, shells equivalent to large-tonnage missiles rained down at a rate of 20,000 rounds per minute, carpet-bombing the distant landscape!
Survive?
Dream on!
Even if the Gatling Bodhisattva himself showed up today, I'd still trade shots with him!
What is firepower?
This is firepower! Increasing tonnage or precision is useless. When the rate of fire and caliber reach a certain threshold, all other forms of firepower pale in comparison to this giant cannon!
He was a god!
Well, a demigod.
Because he cannot create, only destroy.
God created the world in seven days, spending six days on creation and resting on the seventh. From then on, these seven days were established as Monday through Sunday, with Sunday designated as the day of rest.
Why does this weekly cycle continue endlessly?
The reason is simple: God created the world in six days, then destroyed it in one day on the seventh.
Having finished, God had to resume creating the world on the eighth day. After completing the creation, he would destroy it again.
Thus, the cycle continues endlessly.
God rests one day out of seven; he rests six days out of seven.
He wins big.
Meanwhile, within the mechanical race city,
Feng Jiutian sat half-collapsed on the ground, covered in blood, his voice weak as he called out, "Grandpa, are you still there?"
The attack had come too suddenly.
They had no time to prepare any defenses.
The energy shield, originally projected to last six hours, shattered in just thirty minutes!
Then came the catastrophic bombardment. A massive shell struck the city directly. Though its explosive power was less than that of a starship bomb, the sheer volume of continuous strikes proved overwhelming.
Feng Jiutian and his grandfather were in the underground command center.
This bunker boasted the highest level of defensive fortifications. Even a starship bomb could be withstood as long as it didn't hit the exact center. Moreover, the command center had its own dedicated energy shield.
However, it couldn't hold.
Apart from the devastatingly powerful shells, the other projectiles were far from weak—in fact, they were incredibly potent. Massive missiles rained down on the city at a rate of dozens per minute.
If he didn't know it was impossible, he would have sworn they were being bombarded by a cosmic warship.
They had no means of retaliation whatsoever.
The energy shield protecting the underground research facility shattered almost immediately. Even the facility itself, buried dozens of meters beneath the surface, couldn't withstand the onslaught. The ceiling collapsed, but fortunately, he had been standing in a corner and narrowly escaped being crushed.
How much longer he could survive remained uncertain.
The relentless bombardment showed no signs of stopping, as if the shells were free for the taking.
And the dawn Grandpa had been waiting for never came.
It seemed it never would.
After a while, a weak voice drifted from the corner: "It's still there, but it won't last much longer."
"Chen Jiang... he's stronger than I imagined."
"This time, the mechanical race might not win the Ten Thousand Races Arena."
"But that's okay. The outcome was expected, though it's a bit of a shame. I still..."
The weak voice in the corner trailed off abruptly, like an old radio suddenly paused. It was clear the speaker had either fainted or died.
Feng Jiutian showed no sorrow, merely staring blankly into the darkness.
He felt a pang of sadness, but it seemed pointless to express it. No one would see it anyway.
How had things deteriorated to this point?
Just hours ago, he had been brimming with confidence, declaring that everyone would remember his name. How had everything suddenly turned so bleak?
Was he going to die?
Could he refuse to die?
Clearly not. It was like when his grandfather had forcibly dragged him to get circumcised as a child. Even his desperate pleas, citing the sanctity of his body as a gift from his parents, had been futile.
Many things, once set in motion, were beyond his control.
The artillery fire above grew more intense, and the ceiling pressed down almost against his forehead, gradually shrinking his last remaining space. It would soon collapse completely.
His remaining life was now counting down.
Damn it.
Feng Jiutian fumbled weakly in his chest, his mind drifting to the thought: If I hadn't used that global speaker, would any of this have happened?
But if was a word created to express regret.
He quickly pulled out his last global speaker from his chest.
"Hey."
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but the sharp pain that followed made him wince. Ignoring his injuries, he activated the global speaker.
The next moment—
[Global Speaker!]
[Mechanical Race Player Feng Jiutian: "Remember this: I'm killing myself. You didn't kill me. I'm doing this myself. You won, but I didn't lose either."]
["And... Chen Jiang, I fuck your mother."]
Afterward, Feng Jiutian made no further movements. He drew the pistol that symbolized his status as a fate holder from his abdomen, aimed it at his jaw, and tilted his head back to gaze at the dark ceiling above, which seemed on the verge of collapsing at any moment. His expression was dazed as he murmured,
"This is so annoying... Why does life have to end in death?"
"I still feel a lingering resentment."
The next moment—
Bang!
The trigger was pulled, and a gunshot rang out.
Feng Jiutian's entire head was completely shattered, leaving not a trace behind. He vanished utterly from this world, just as he had declared.
He hadn't lost.
Chen Jiang hadn't killed him, and his fusion point hadn't gone to Chen Jiang. To Feng Jiutian, this counted as a victory.
When death was inevitable, preserving that last shred of dignity might have been the only thing he could do.
It served no real purpose, but doing it was better than doing nothing.
"Hmph."
Hearing the global speaker blare in his ear, Scar Dog clicked his tongue in exasperation. "What a stubborn duck, even when it's already cooked! As if we'd miss that one fusion point!"
"But speaking of Feng Jiutian's death, where did his 5 million fusion points go?"
"Were they already used, or transferred beforehand?"
"Not sure."
Chen Jiang shook his head, remaining silent. The moment Feng Jiutian died, his name vanished from the fusion point rankings, and Chen Jiang's name immediately reclaimed the top spot.
This revealed a new strategy for dominating the rankings: eliminate all players ahead of you, and you automatically become number one.
Theoretically, even with just 1 fusion point, you could claim the top ranking.
The fusion point rankings had already shifted again:
[Fusion Point Rankings]
[Top Ranking: Human Player, Chen Jiang]
[Fusion Points: 3,120,000]
[Second Ranking: Insect Race Player, Dudu]
[Fusion Points: 19,203]
[Third Ranking: Elf Race Player, Wang Zi]
[Fusion Points: 16,290]
By now, the bombardment yielded minimal fusion points—barely a few dozen per salvo. The city's population had been virtually wiped out.
Yet Chen Jiang continued his assault.
After all, the shells were free.
He would keep bombing for another three hours.
This would ensure that no survivors remained hidden in underground bunkers or remote corners, waiting to stab him in the back later.
Better to scour the area for three hours first.
Once everything was reduced to rubble, the threat would naturally disappear.
"3.12 million fusion points."
Chen Jiang glanced at the fusion point shop, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips. This sum was more than enough to purchase everything he needed.
For instance, the structural weakness of his cannon barrels and the defensive capabilities of Scar Dog and his team could all be addressed.
His strength would increase yet again.
Maintaining this steady progress was all he needed.
He would gradually develop until the Ten Thousand Races Arena ended, then press a 3,000-meter caliber cannon barrel against the hidden hand's forehead and ask what they were planning.
After all, those who breed gu worms must be prepared for the worms to turn on them.
Just then—
The tablet in Chen Jiang's hand suddenly chimed, a notification popping up from Wu Zhending of the Black Europe Company.
"Hmm?"
He raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. Good news so soon?
(End of the Chapter)
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