Why Not Have a Chat? The Old Capital's God of Slaughter (3/3 · Thanks to Lin Hao for the 10,000-coin tip)

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"Hahahahaha!"

"You idiot, can you even spend that thing anymore?"

Sin Coins were the result of dual recognition by both the Black Mech Gang and the Sin City Council. If either side refused to recognize them, Sin Coins would become nothing but scrap. Now that the two sides had fallen out and gone to war, Sin Coins had long since lost their value.

Even the online forums had been shut down and divided into two Local Area Networks.

One belonged to the Black Mech Gang, and the other belonged to the Central TV Tower.

"Speaking of which, I haven't heard Kliffen's voice lately. I'm suddenly feeling a little bored."

"Yeah. Isn't the Central TV Tower at the center of the conflict between the Sin City Council and the Black Mech Gang? Kliffen sure knows how to pick a place."

"Why worry about that thing? Even if the councilor and the Black Mech Master died, it wouldn't."

The captain snorted. "Don't forget that guy. It survived even after being blasted apart head-on by the Sin City Council's Electromagnetic Cannon."

Suddenly, a spider-like member of the Blade Armor Race abruptly turned its head toward the sensory hairs on its arm.

It immediately interrupted the conversation and said solemnly, "The ground is shaking, and the source of the vibrations is rapidly approaching!"

"An earthquake?"

"No, it sounds more like a large object moving underground!"

Before the many alien races could react, a series of shrill alarms suddenly rang out. Immediately afterward, the voice of the defense commander came through the intercom.

"Thirty-one perimeter sentry posts have lost contact simultaneously. Most likely, other large settlements have launched an attack during this period.

"Wall patrols, take note. Operate the defensive cannons and machine guns and remain on alert. Hold out until the hunting parties