"They're quite alert."
Chen Qing looked at the scaled woman who had fallen to the ground ahead, only one of her thighs burned off, and gave her a slightly more serious look.
At that moment, both Sita'er, who was floating in mid-air, and Hou Xiaoliang, who was originally terrified, fell silent.
The Flame Dragon King was burned to death.
If this news gets out, the average person will probably just laugh at it!
But it really happened.
Sita'er felt that if he were burned by the towering lava, he would be seriously injured. However, the rocket launched by the white-robed man pierced through the towering lava as easily as paper. The Dragon King, whose body was as red as a branding iron, was burned to ashes in just a few seconds under the burning of the fire arrow, without even a few cries of pain.
He swore he had never seen such terrifying flames in his entire life!
Where did this monster come from?
Who are you?
The duchess stumbled to her feet, immediately severing her burned leg. The intense pain caused her body to convulse, yet she still couldn't believe that what had just happened was real.
Zhuoge was the reincarnation of the Flame King. Even as a child, she could swim in magma, her body seemingly fused with the flames. She never imagined that one day, Zhuoge would be burned to death!
Have you ever seen a fish drown?
Chen Qing ignored the other party and instead looked at the group of wizards in front of him, saying calmly, "Kill these people, and we'll probably win this battle, right?"
Hou Xiaoliang was stunned, his brain practically shut down, and he could only nod blankly. "If... we could kill them all."
Upon hearing this, Chen Qing looked up at Sita'er.
In that instant, Sita'er's hair stood on end!
He hadn't felt this way in a long time, this near-death experience.
Without any hesitation, Sita'er abandoned the Duchess and flew towards his own camp. He was so fast that the air friction made his body turn completely red, and his steel-like skin began to fester. But he didn't care. He knew that if he didn't run with all his might, he wouldn't be able to escape.
That monster
He had already made up his mind. Once he reached the war zone, he would have the troops cover him, and he would run back to the Virtual Realm without hesitation, never to come out again. He would never face this monster again, not even once.
Damn the Central Federation, this was intentional, a setup they deliberately created. They were hiding such a monster!
Damn it, damn it, damn it.
Near the army's location, all the Western troops saw that the war god-like Sita'er was desperately running towards them, but he was still captured.
The man who was once the pride of the Western camp, the reincarnation of Superman whom everyone worshipped, the invincible man, was now as terrified as a turkey being slaughtered, being held by the neck, struggling desperately, looking so powerless.
Then, to everyone's astonishment, it melted.
Yes, like a human-shaped ice cream cone, it melted amidst wails, dripping onto the ground and turning into vapor. A gentle breeze blew it away, leaving not a trace!
All the officers who witnessed this scene laid down their weapons and stood there dumbfounded. They even wondered if this was a nightmare, but even nightmares couldn't express this despair. The Superman image that had been cultivated for decades, the man so powerful that even the authorities didn't know how to kill him, the war machine that every district government was secretly considering how to restrain, was being slaughtered like a chicken.
Its struggling posture was even more feeble than that of a baby turkey.
The entire scene was silent. In the distance, artillery fire continued to rage, but at this moment, all the officers had lost all their passion and were filled with utter despair.
Chen Qing looked up at them, and in that instant, everyone inexplicably held their breath, some even closing their eyes. They didn't know how they could possibly deal with such a monster.
However, Chen Qing had no intention of taking action. His agreement with Zhang Zhengyuan did not include an obligation to massacre ordinary soldiers. In return, Zhang Zhengyuan would help him eliminate the hidden danger of Number One, and Chen Qing would help Zhang Zhengyuan deal with the high-end Western forces in the war.
The power of his clone is limited. Although killing these low-level beings won't take much effort, every little bit counts. After all, reshaping the clone into Principal God requires a considerable amount of Power of Faith.
Chen Qing turned around, took a step, and transformed into a flame, returning to the original spot.
I'm still not used to not having Divine Wind. I almost let that guy dressed as Superman and the America run back to the base. If he were really restricted by some inexplicable modern weapons, it would probably take a lot of effort.
After Chen Qing turned and left, all the officers were stunned for about fifteen minutes before they came to their senses. When they came to their senses, almost everyone's back was soaked with sweat. They had a feeling of surviving a disaster and didn't want to stay a moment longer.
"General, what do we do?"
"What else can we do?" The leading Western general turned around and slapped him across the face. "Retreat immediately! Those who can retreat, retreat now! This is a trap, a trap set by these despicable yellow people!!"
The retreat alarm was immediately transmitted to every soldier on the battlefield via AI. The soldiers at the front were completely bewildered. The situation was clearly very favorable, so why was a retreat suddenly announced?
At this moment, the flames in the sky were about to completely melt the golden Buddha statue of the Central Federation, and the general offensive could be launched soon, so that these damned yellow-skinned monkeys could be driven out of Data City.
At this point, should we retreat?
Has the commander lost his mind from drinking?
Before they could react, the giant Leige, which had been providing cover firepower in the sky, suddenly turned around. It was now bloodthirsty and determined to break through the defenses and tear the insects that had injured it to shreds.
But just now, a mournful cry echoed in his mind, causing Leige to turn around in disbelief.
That voice belonged to Zhuoge Zhuoge, the strongest of the Three Dragon King!
What happened?
Without hesitation, it turned and sped off in a hurricane towards the place where Zhuoge was crying, leaving the Western soldiers below even more bewildered.
Has something truly terrible happened?
A sudden, inexplicable unease rose in the soldiers' hearts.
"Would you consider letting me go?" The duchess showed no resistance, looking at Chen Qing with a bright smile.
Resistance was utterly futile, for there was not the slightest chance of victory. A being capable of killing Zhuoge with flames, instantly catching up to Sita'er, and melting his opponent with his bare hands—such combat power was beyond her comprehension.
Although she usually despised that pervert who liked to shoot down small planes from high-rise buildings, she had to admit that, in terms of strength, Sita'er was the strongest among the top-tier combatants in the Western camp. Even if she herself faced him head-on with three dragons at her disposal, she would most likely be killed by him.
Officials even asserted that within three years at most, he would be capable of killing Zhang Zhengyuan with his bare hands.
But this very guy couldn't even put up a decent fight against the man in white!
They're not even in the same league.
"I'm sorry." Chen Qing looked at the smiling duchess and shook his head coldly, "I've made an appointment, and I can't go back on it."
The rules of the technique are very rigid. If you want to kill the top-tier fighters here, you must kill the top-tier combatants here. Otherwise, Chen Qing would not have allowed the Central Federation to be in such chaos, just so that all those so-called top-tier combatants from the West would dare to come out.
To avoid having to go to Western Data City one by one to find them.
The reason he didn't act against this woman immediately was because she reminded him somewhat of the eldest princess from back then.
The eldest princess was a woman who died tragically. She was a woman of great ambition and extraordinary charm. He hesitated for a moment, wanting to see if the West had produced a similar figure.
But it doesn't seem like that.
The eldest princess would not beg for mercy after a defeat, much less use her body to beg for mercy from someone stronger than herself.
That's true, you can't just run into someone like that so easily.
Chen Qing shook his head, and without waiting for the other party's anxious reply, he casually waved his hand, and a huge flame surged up without warning, instantly engulfing the Duchess and the two giant dragons that had arrived at that moment!
The flames that filled the sky came and went quickly. The Divine Fire Art could be controlled at will, and it was the most terrifying rootless fire. The exploding flames surged wildly, and when they receded, they were even more decisive than the receding Hou Xiaoliang, who was watching there, dumbfounded.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have truly believed it was a movie.
Sita'er had been a powerful figure in the Federation for decades, and the woman hailed as the most dangerous in the West, were both in this man's hands, as easily as swatting a mosquito.
"Those gray-robed wizards must be the last remaining top-tier combat force, right?" Chen Qing asked calmly.
Hou Xiaoliang quickly realized what he meant and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, senior."
He dared not ask for more. This terrifying individual, who could have easily annihilated the enemy forces, was only targeting top-tier combatants. Clearly, he had some principles at play. Regardless of how his superiors directed this mysterious powerhouse, he dared not ask for more.
Chen Qing nodded, then looked at the other person as if remembering something. "You infiltrated here to assassinate those wizards?"
"Yes," Hou Xiaoliang said nervously.
"Have you ever considered that you might not be able to escape?" Chen Qing asked, looking at the other person.
"I've thought about it," Hou Xiaoliang said honestly, not understanding why the other person was asking this. "But at this point, if I don't step in, I can't avoid it either."
Upon hearing this, Chen Qing immediately laughed, "That makes sense."
He was pleased that the other party didn't bring up any grand national or familial matters.
Since someone is destined to manage the Federation's transmigrators, this one, at least, keeps his mouth shut, so he's quite suitable.
I've been a bit busy these past few days and have been slightly delayed. I'll resume updating at three times a day starting tomorrow.