Within the spatial vortex, a throne crafted from white bones slowly emerged.
A slender, pale-skinned, nearly ten-meter-tall humanoid creature sat atop it.
He propped his chin on one hand, his scarlet vertical pupils scanning the fortress below.
On either side of the throne, dozens of burly, shirtless, bald men carried it on their shoulders.
They took one step at a time, steadily treading on the void, slowly landing above the fortress.
The soldiers in the fortress knelt on one knee in unison, shouting, "Welcome, Your Majesty!"
Wang waved his hand.
The soldiers immediately stood up and lined up.
As the newly repaired gates of the fortress opened, nearly ten thousand soldiers filed out in orderly ranks.
The bald men chanted low, rhythmic slogans as they carried the royal carriage, following above the soldiers.
Shelter No. 20.
Everyone watched the events unfolding at the Northern Fortress through the central control screen in the administrator's office, their expressions grave.
The clones on the Local Area Network were watching with great interest.
"This is the king? He's as skinny as Skinny Dog; he doesn't look like he has any fighting ability at all."
"I think this queen still retains her charm."
"Is Qin Dog sure he's not including us in this boss fight?"
With Brother Yuanzi personally leading the team, they probably won't even spare his life.
"That old Skinny Dog, if Giant Overlord hits him with one stick, wouldn't he shit himself?"
Is it possible that the Skinny Dog King doesn't poop?
"Impossible, even Fairy poop."
"..."
The monster was so big that all the clones wanted to go up and give it a good whack.
Even scraping therapy counts as participating in a boss battle.
When the king finally falls, they can Yangyang boast, "See? It's all thanks to the damage I dealt."
However, Qin Ze did not intend to have them participate in the war this time.
Even if the old folks join the war, they'll only serve as cannon fodder.
With those Polluter Ring Mountains, there are enough cannon fodder.
The short, thin man looked at the central control screen and said in a deep voice, "They're heading towards our shelter."
Slacking on the Sidelines, puzzled, "How did he know the location of the shelter?"
The administrator began, "When the shelter doors open, they can detect a faint signal."
"The gate has been opened three times recently, which has allowed them to pinpoint our approximate location."
Qin Ze nodded.
The leader of the Ring Mountains stronghold probably came looking for them after receiving the signal when the gate opened.
The manager said to the short, thin man beside him, " Apocalypse can begin warming up. Also, have everyone prepare for battle."
Upon hearing this, the short, thin man immediately went to relay the order.
According to the combat agreement reached not long ago with the leader of the Ring Mountains.
In this battle, the leader of the Ring Mountains will lead his men to intercept the king first.
This will allow sufficient time for the Apocalypse to warm up.
Apocalypse projection doesn't actually require a long preparation period; ten minutes is enough.
The administrators concealed this information, informing the Ring Mountains chief that Apocalypse's launch would require several hours of preparation, forcing him to be at the forefront.
The Hunter ' action plan was also very simple.
While the leader of the Ring Mountains and Wang were entangled, the refuge seized the opportunity to launch the Apocalypse Tactics, Apocalypse through two targets.
After being struck by the Apocalypse, both the king and the leader of the Ring Mountains will fall into a weakened state.
At that time, Brother Yuanzi and the manager will take action and kill both of them.
As for Qin Ze and the others, all they need to do is clear out the remaining small fry and shout "666".
Qin Ze couldn't help but sigh, winning without lifting a finger is just too awesome.
Brother Biao and muttered to himself:
"It feels like it's the same whether I'm here or not this time."
His role this time seems to be simply "opening the door".
Brother Biao suddenly felt a little down.
On the wilderness.
The vast army formed a black torrent.
It flowed slowly toward Shelter No. 20.
Above this black torrent, the king on his throne appeared languid.
"The taste of God is truly captivating."
The scouts ahead turned back and reported to the king high in the sky.
"The army is about to enter the radiation range of Shelter No. 20. Should we continue?"
Wang waved his hand. "Crush them flat."
The scout nodded emphatically. "Yes."
The black torrent quickened its pace.
Rumble--
The earth suddenly trembled violently.
Dust swirled in the hills.
A slight disturbance appeared in the army's orderly formation.
"Quiet."
Wang whispered something through the mental network.
The soldiers immediately became like nails, firmly rooted to the ground.
The mud, sand, and rocks on the ground began to converge, forming chains several meters thick, which were drawn towards the advancing army from all directions.
Faced with the fierce offensive, the soldiers showed no fear and continued to retaliate with their firepower.
The dense barrage of bullets bombarded the chains made of rocks and mud, causing very limited damage.
The chains were unstoppable, first cleaving down from the sky, crashing into the crowd, and then sweeping left and right.
slap slap slap slap--
The soldiers were smashed into clouds of blood.
Crimson waves bloomed in the black torrent.
Against the backdrop of the dark earth, it appears magnificent, like a work of art.
The king on the throne has finally made his move.
He pressed his right hand down heavily, and an invisible force slammed it into the ground.
In an instant, the chains of mud and sand shattered, and the churning earth calmed down.
The surviving soldiers immediately rallied and formed ranks in just a few seconds, like robots executing a program.
More than a dozen holes were opened in the ground around the square formation of soldiers.
Immediately afterwards, the ragged scavengers rushed out of the cave.
They were like a long spear, piercing fiercely into the soldiers' formation.
The formation, which had just been stabilized, was disrupted again.
The fortress soldiers and the Polluter Ring Mountains are old enemies.
The two sides immediately engaged in a fierce battle upon meeting.
Whether soldiers or scavengers, their vitality and resilience are extremely strong.
Even losing their heads is a small matter to them.
For a time, the scene was filled with severed limbs and broken internal organs.
Rumble--
The earth trembled violently once more.
Directly in front of the throne.
Several mudslides rose abruptly from the ground.
They intertwined and swirled as they rose.
When they reached the same level as the throne, the ends collided and formed a similar rock throne.
A yellow whirlwind flashed across the throne.
A man nearly ten meters tall appeared.
Half of his body was petrified, and his eyes were bloodshot, much like the king's.
The soldiers and scavengers below were mortified, but the Ring Mountains chief and the king simply stared at each other silently.
After a moment, Wang suddenly spoke, "It seems you've reached some kind of agreement with those blue-skinned rats."
The leader of the Ring Mountains stronghold said in a deep voice, "We've been fighting for so many years, it's time to settle things once and for all."
Wang grinned. "Then I'll grant your request."
The Ring Mountains chieftain flew into a rage, and the throne beneath him shattered instantly.
He stood in the void, slowly opening his arms, and countless mud, sand and rocks gathered around him, crashing towards the king like a tsunami.