Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

Chapter 137: 139: Strategic Crimson Weapons Determine the Outcome

Chapter 137: Chapter 139: Strategic Crimson Weapons Determine the Outcome

“There hasn’t been a breach alert yet; he’s a tough nut to crack,” said the Lord nicknamed Evil Tiger, a burly figure radiating a fierce aura. He added, “I’m ready to back off. If we keep fighting, I’ll lose everything I own.”

“Leave? How will you explain this to Chen Sheng?” another Lord, codenamed Black Ink, asked.

“Explain? Why should we explain anything? Do we benefit from risking our lives? The Lords with three stars are clearly not easy to mess with.”

“Activating the magnetic transmission device just once costs 10,000 basic energy and 1,000 advanced energy. Chen Sheng’s huge enterprise can withstand it, but my small outfit can’t, not to mention it also attracts mutant beasts, which adds a significant risk,” Black Ink explained.

Evil Tiger scoffed at this. This operation was a joint action by Chen Sheng of the Wasteland City server and the Corpse King of the Zombie Kingdom server, merely meant to stall the 6th tier Lords of the Magic Continent server to cover their own operations.

But in reality?

It was simply exploitation, even with the intention of using them as a scapegoat to weaken their forces.

“It’s easy to say that, but we can’t withstand retaliation,” Black Ink shook his head, resigned.

This operation, with the consumption of the magnetic transmission device, was entirely borne by them. They were not as rich as Qin Muye, on par with average 4th level Lords, especially since Wasteland City itself was resource-poor. Even though they were among the top few in the server, compared to Chen Sheng who ranked in the top ten, the difference was massive.

“Aren’t we suffering retaliation now? Advance means death, retreat means death. I’ve heard that the number one on the leaderboard, the True Dragon Emperor from Magic Continent, is rampaging through the Rich Ocean with his server’s Lords, and the 10th ranked Wang Junzi is chasing the Sea Dragon King.”

“After this is over, once the Sea Dragon King dies, the strength of Magic Continent will certainly increase further. How will we resist then?” Evil Tiger expressed without any reservation.

They knew that by destroying the Lords’ forces of other servers, they could obtain everything, including the conversion of previously indestructible buildings into building blueprints they could learn.

As Lords, they naturally understood the importance of buildings; without buildings, a territory was just an empty shell.

“After the last batch of mutant beasts is sent, I plan to leave. Staying here is just a slow death. If you want a slow death, I won’t stop you,” Evil Tiger said irritably.

The remaining Lords from Wasteland City were also silent. Evil Tiger was right; they genuinely couldn’t afford this.

The consumption was simply too great, so much so that they couldn’t bear it.

“Let’s go with the last two waves. At least let’s wait until we’ve exhausted our energy resources before we talk. After that, Chen Sheng won’t find any fault,” Black Ink said meaningfully.

How much energy they had wasn’t up to them to decide.

Keep in mind, they had already sent hundreds of waves. Each wave required 10,000 basic energy and 1,000 advanced energy.

This was no small amount; without the collective effort of all the 4th and 5th tier Lords from Wasteland City, it would have been impossible for a single Lord to gather these resources.

And everyone knew that the opposing *** Lord was ruthless. Knowing that they had invested so many mutant beasts, even a 5th tier territory would have been breached by now, yet there was still no breach alert for that 4th tier champion rated territory.

The mutant beasts they deployed included their own troop types, naturally counting as their own assault on the city.

Moreover, it wasn’t just them from Wasteland City; the neighboring Zombie Kingdom was also involved. Such a powerful force was likely stuck on an advanced mission, and their actual strength must be stronger, otherwise, how could they be such a thorn in the side for other servers?

“That’s fine, consider it doing our part,” Evil Tiger clearly understood Black Ink’s intention. They could leave, but it was best not to leave any handle for Chen Sheng to leverage against them later, or it would be unfortunate.

As long as they could justify their actions morally, Chen Sheng wouldn’t dare to go too far. It was like paying money to avoid disaster.”

With that said, naturally, all the Lords echoed in agreement.

They knew that eliminating Qin Muye would significantly reduce the firepower on the Magic Continent, but the problem was that currently, not only could they not eliminate the opposition, but they might also be dragged to their deaths by them.

“It’s a death either way, why die for Chen Sheng instead of for oneself?”

Chen Sheng isn’t their reborn parent, nor is he a paragon of virtue. He has oppressed them before. Dying for the enemy is just madness.”

…

Ten minutes later…

“Wasteland City has backed off.” Pestilence sharply noticed that these few transmissions only involved zombies and no mutant beasts.

It seems Wasteland City can’t hold on anymore. Normally, teleportation magic and treasures can only be used to teleport one’s own troops, so the enemy must have paid a hefty price to teleport those monsters, hence they can’t hold on.

“Zombie Kingdom should also be close to buckling under the pressure. The strength of the two servers isn’t much different. Shall we fire a Crimson Cruise Missile over there to give them a taste?” Dove squinted as he suggested.

“Good, I’ll notify Blackhand right away. They’ve almost figured out the pattern here. There’s a 0.1-second gap when they teleport zombies, just enough time to blow them up.”

Pestilence quickly coordinated with Blackhand, and the Crimson Cruise Missile in the launch shaft, already fully charged, was ready to go. Though called a missile, it combined Iron Blood Technology and was also a magical creation heavily enchanted; it could definitely flatten an entire city.

0.1 seconds was indeed short, but if they used Mysterious Lock for remote interference, they could extend this gap to 1 to 2 seconds, which should be enough time.

And he could also predict the timing and launch it before the teleport even activated.

They had estimated beforehand that there would be a round every five minutes, non-stop, seeming to indicate the enemy’s teleportation device required cooling off, otherwise it wouldn’t be so punctual.

Everything was ready, and as the countdown ended, Pestilence gave the order, and the Crimson Cruise Missile was launched immediately.

The next moment, a blaze of light burst from the launch shaft like lightning, heading toward the writhing space.

Just as the space was about to spit out a large number of zombies and disappear, Pestilence, who had been granted authority over the Mysterious Lock by Qin Muye, immediately used the power of the Mysterious Lock and the Super-Space Transmission Channel.

The fading space suddenly stalled, as if stunned by a huge enclosing net, even stopping its zombie-spewing action, but it quickly adjusted, ready to continue its task. However, by then, the Crimson Cruise Missile had already entered.

On their end, all was calm; they felt nothing, except for the continual rise in levels, attributes, and skills due to the large amount of experience gained from this battle – it all seemed so natural.

“The other side is wiped out, let’s clear the battlefield.”

After half an hour of guarding without any further occurrences, it indicated they were indeed all gone, and it was even possible that their teleportation device had been destroyed.

As for hearing any noises here, that was basically impossible. Not to mention the vastness of the Magic Continent Server where they were situated in the heart of the continent, but the enemy might have been in some core area of the Zombie Kingdom Server, so there was no chance they could hear anything.

If they were to hear noises, it wouldn’t be from cruise missiles, but from the weapons equipped on the Titan-sized giant constructs that Qin Muye was planning to develop.

The entire territory’s alert was quickly lifted, and Spirit Monsters began transporting large amounts of Red Prison Crystal Statues, all treasures that could be exchanged for various resources.

They not only gained a lot of experience, but they even profited from the battle.

The Red Prison Crystal Statues were just the first step. Blackhand was also set to take the stage next, and the indigenous folks naturally wouldn’t be spared. When the time came, they would edge them out mercilessly, chopping them down to mere roots.

If they didn’t take harsh measures, one might think they were typically mild and easy to bully.

[A magnificent…]

Qin Muye didn’t know how he had also ended up gaining some experience, but unfortunately, he hadn’t completed the advance task, so he had no experience, though he didn’t really care. For him now, experience really didn’t mean much; he got plenty just by doing nothing in the territory, no need to be greedy. Instead, he felt like sharing some of the experience seemed a bit wasteful.