Ambush Rotman

These 100,000-plus laborers are all human resources!

My own Small World has just experienced a life-or-death catastrophe, with heavy casualties and more than half of its members lost. Filling these people in would be a considerable gain.

Moreover, these people come from different ethnic groups, which is conducive to the development of multiculturalism.

"Everyone, This Venerable One am taking you to live in a completely new place. Do not resist!"

Regardless of whether these people were willing or not, Hua Qiang drew an arc with his hand, and a huge vortex appeared in front of these hundreds of thousands of laborers.

Through the vortex, one can see a world inside that resembles a fairyland.

The laborers looked at each other with suspicion and uncertainty in their eyes, unsure of what to do.

Are we going from one danger's den to another's?

A tall, burly Barbarian Tribe kowtowed and then suddenly stood up.

"This humble Hutu Quan, is willing to obey His Majesty's command and proceed!"

Having said that, he resolutely strode towards the vortex and stepped inside.

Hua Qiang smiled and nodded, his face full of satisfaction.

"Wow!"

"I'm going too!"

A group of Barbarians stood up suddenly, their clothes tattered and their expressions disheveled, but their faces showed determination and unwavering resolve.

"Very good!"

Hua Qiang said something indifferently, then quietly looked at the others.

With this individual taking the lead, groups of people from various ethnic groups followed suit and made similar choices.

They weighed the pros and cons and it seemed that this was the only way forward.

If this god-like figure doesn't come to their rescue, they will eventually die from exhaustion, starvation, illness, or be beaten to death here.

This person gave them a second life, and they should repay even the smallest kindness with the greatest gratitude, let alone just changing their living environment.

Well... the worst-case scenario is that after this person ignores them and leaves, they, whose Spiritual Power is completely sealed, will have no way to leave this mountain range and will eventually die here of old age.

Hua Qiang took all 100,000 people into his Small World, allocated a piece of land for them to build a city, and appointed Hutu Quan as the city lord to manage these people.

Hutu Quan was so excited that he immediately knelt down and kowtowed to express his loyalty.

Hua Qiang and the others entered the Small World, naturally taking all the mountain of Star Silver Stone into it. Then they mobilized the Insectoid race and Rat Clan armies to mine the Small World on a large scale.

With the efforts of millions of soldiers, the mountain range was quickly emptied of its Star Silver Stone. Even other associated iron ore was looted.

On the Kampot Planet, on the Central Cloud Continent, tens of millions of the Tiger Clan reside.

Chaoyu City Lord's Manor.

Rotman listened to his subordinate's report with a livid face.

The Lineage went to great lengths to acquire a mine, only to have it raided and destroyed.

He was stationed there to supervise the mining of over 100,000 slaves, and his more than 1,000 subordinates all had their life tablets shattered.

This means that all these people are dead, and his mine has basically fallen into the hands of someone else. He doesn't know who it is that has set its sights on his property.

In his rage, Rotman's jade thumb ring shattered into pieces, jade fragments mixed with blood falling onto the gleaming floor tiles.

"Damn it! Who is it?"

The tiger-striped totem on his neck suddenly expanded, and the dark blue demonic power overturned the dome of the entire council hall, with rubble raining down on the trembling Demon Race general below.

The more than 100,000 slave miners were merely consumables, but the 1,000 elite overseers at the Space-Time Realm or above, along with the mine that produced 10,000 bushels of star silver annually, were enough to allow the Luo clan to establish themselves on the Central Cloud Continent for a century.

What pained him even more was that the unmined "Crimson Crystal Meteorite Iron" deep within the vein, if it fell into enemy hands, would have unimaginable consequences.

"Dispatch the Black Armored Tiger Guards!"

Rotman's voice, imbued with demonic power, pierced through the clouds.

"Notify the airport to charge all 'Void-Rending Class' warships. They must arrive in the Silver Abyss Star Domain within half an hour!"

The beast-hide scroll at his waist snapped open, revealing a dense array of soul-binding marks—the marks of his three thousand Bloodthirsty Demon Wolves, which were now roaring in unison with their master's fury.

At this moment, the Silver Abyss Mine is no longer the crisscrossing pits of the past.

Hua Qiang stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the exposed rock layer. Beneath his feet was a huge ravine left by the hollowing out of the Star Silver Stone. The rock wall was still covered with the corrosive slime secreted by the Insectoid race, which had gnawed away the defensive spirit array set up by the Tiger Clan, leaving it riddled with holes.

Behind him, tens of thousands of the Rat Clan warriors were using their sharp claws to dig through the last layer of mineral soil, collecting the scattered silver fragments into specially made jade boxes. The Insectoid race Empress's clone Clone high in the sky, and hundreds of millions of Bone Wing Bees laid out an invisible killing array in the clouds.

"They're here."

Hua Qiang's lips curled into a cold, sharp smile.

A sudden tear in the distant starry sky revealed 110 jet-black warships unfolding in a fan shape, their prows adorned with tiger head totems that spewed forth eerie blue flames.

At the forefront of the flagship's deck, Rotman, clad in black iron tiger-patterned battle armor, had ten pairs of bone wings flapping behind him, creating sonic booms. Ten thousand Tiger Clan warriors, wielding serrated battle axes, formed a dark shadow that blotted out the sky, surging towards the mineral veins like a tidal wave, all under the influence of demonic power.

"Report! Suspicious energy fluctuations detected ahead!"

Before a Tiger Clan's roar had even faded, the rock beneath his feet suddenly shattered—thousands of giant Rock Rats with sharp spikes on their backs burst forth from the ground, their sharp forepaws slicing through the vanguard's demonic energy shield like guillotines.

At the same time, Bone Wing Bees poured down from the sky like a black rainstorm. Each bee's stinger was coated with a neurotoxin unique to the Insectoid race, instantly causing hundreds of the Tiger Clan warriors to freeze and fall.

"A trivial skill!"

Rotman unleashed a crescent-shaped beam of demonic light from his wolf-tooth guillotine, blasting the rat swarm into a bloody mist.

His gaze locked onto Hua Qiang in the center of the mine, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"It's you! You human from the jade gambling den, weren't you dead?"

"Rotman, it seems you have a good memory; you still remember me."

Hua Qiang raised his hand and waved it. The Small World behind him slowly opened, and countless silver-light-shimmering Star Silver Stone poured out like a waterfall, condensing in mid-air into a huge Star Silver Battle Spear.

"The debts of the Tenth Generation Golden Cicada should be settled today."

Rotman's expression changed slightly, and he waved his hand, "Kill them! Seize the mine first, then slay this scoundrel!"

The Tiger Clan warriors roared, their battle axes forming a steel torrent that rushed towards Hua Qiang, while the flagship's energy cannons locked onto his position.

The next second, complex blood-red array patterns suddenly lit up on the ground beneath Hua Qiang's feet. It was the "Myriad Soul Devouring Spirit Array" that he had set up with Star Silver Stone powder and Insectoid race blood essence.

As the array's core activated, the slumbering skeletons of thousands of miners, who had been sleeping in the valley, burst forth from the earth. Their pickaxes transformed into soul-devouring magical weapons, tightly binding the charging Tiger Clan warriors.

Even more fatally, the Black Armored Tiger Guards, whom Rotman was so proud of, had their armor torn apart by an invisible force the moment they stepped into the formation, revealing the hideous wounds beneath.

The corpses of those slaughtered overseers had long been transformed into puppet weapons by Hua Qiang.

Beneath the starry sky, the Silver Abyss Mine becomes a bloody meat grinder.

Rotman brandished his wolf-tooth guillotine, charging left and right, only to find that every attack was easily deflected by Hua Qiang's Star Silver Battle Spear.

He watched as more and more of his people were devoured by Bone Wing Bees and puppet miners, and his warships exploded one after another under the Rat Clan's burrowing tactics. Finally, he realized that he had stepped into an elaborately woven death trap.

"Retreat! Retreat now—"

As Rotman roared those words, Hua Qiang's Star Silver Battle Spear had already pierced through his shoulder blade.

Amidst the splattering demonic blood, he gazed at the gradually dimming Star Silver Moon and star above the mine, and for the first time understood: some enmities, once formed, are irreversible.

Hua Qiang stood amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, wiping the bloodstains from his spear, his gaze fixed on the distant Star Domain.

Rotman was just the beginning. He was still at ease with his enemy, and he was still in the hands of his enemy after Tenth Generation Golden Cicada Xiaoyao.