Translator: AnubisTL
Zhao Ritian stared at his 28 Coughing Flamethrowers, each sputtering and wheezing like a phlegm-choked lung. For a moment, he felt like crying.
Only 28.
Each Coughing Flamethrower had an ammunition capacity of just 50. This shattered his dream of summoning a Great Slime Army of 500,000 slimes in a single day. Now, he could only summon 1,400 slimes per day.
His eyes glistened with tears, and he sniffled resentfully.
But then, he abruptly sat up, perched on a slime, and rested his chin thoughtfully in one hand.
1,400 doesn't sound so bad, does it?
1,400 a day means 42,000 a month, and over 510,000 a year.
This was far faster than before. Back then, even if he coughed himself hoarse, he could only summon a few slimes a day—nine at most, never reaching double digits.
This was a massive improvement.
If I just hunker down in this valley for a year, could I really raise a Great Slime Army of 500,000?
He wiped the snot dripping from his nose.
Having exhausted all the ammunition in the 28 Coughing Flamethrowers he had exchanged for, he immediately summoned another 1,400 slimes out of thin air.
This process had taken him over an hour. The Coughing Flamethrowers' slow firing rate of only 30 rounds per minute severely limited his efficiency.
Once everything was done, he gazed at the Great Slime Army surrounding him—a dense, seemingly endless mass of slimes stretching as far as the eye could see. After a moment of stunned silence, a surge of heroic fervor suddenly welled up from the depths of his heart.
"Hahaha!"
Zhao Ritian rose to his feet, standing ramrod straight. His eyes blazed with renewed fervor as he brandished a battered wooden sword and roared into the distance:
"The Great Slime Emperor's path to the throne will not be broken!"
"It's just been delayed a little!"
"Warriors, charge into battle with me!"
"Slimes, your emperor has returned!"
With that, he took the lead, wooden sword in hand, and charged forward at the head of his army!
He remembered a group of disgusting ape-men not far ahead. He had previously avoided provoking them, but with the backing of the Great Slime Army, a mere few dozen ape-men were nothing!
Take them down!
If the elf race oppressed him and the ape-men wanted to join in, then let them face his wrath!
Strike first, strike hard, lest a hundred blows follow!
His battered wooden sword had been purchased from the Altar Shop for a single blood sacrifice point.
It was practically useless, offering no real offensive capabilities. But when he acquired it, he hadn't expected any combat prowess anyway—he'd simply been drawn to its cheap price.
It was good enough to brandish and wave around.
After all, as the Great Slime Emperor, how could he lack a longsword befitting his imperial status?
He had no intention of using the wooden sword to charge into battle himself. Lacking any inherent abilities, he was less capable than even a slime.
He'd just stay behind the lines, waving the sword for show.
Meanwhile, Chen Jiang glanced at his blood sacrifice points, now reset to zero, and the space bracelet overflowing with one-star items. He nodded in satisfaction.
This global Blood Sacrifice of the Ten Thousand Races event had been remarkably fruitful.
Though, calling it the "Blood Sacrifice of the Ten Thousand Races" might be a misnomer. Perhaps "Blood Sacrifice of the Mechanical Race" would be more accurate.
When Feng Jiutian immediately snatched up all the remaining Coughing Flamethrowers, he smiled silently, regardless of whether Feng Jiutian's true motive was these contraptions or not.
It no longer concerned him; his objective had been achieved.
The Blood Sacrifice of the Ten Thousand Races event had only just begun, and the Altar Shop still held many items he coveted, waiting to be redeemed.
Meanwhile, outside the city...
The indiscriminate bombardment had already begun!
With all resistance systematically crushed, the inner city, encircled by its moat, could only await its silent demise.
Unless a divine chariot suddenly descended from the heavens to rescue its inhabitants.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The cannons circling in the sky unleashed a relentless barrage.
Deep blue light bullets, trailing crimson flames, plunged into the city like fish into the sea, striking the ground with earth-shattering force.
Each light bullet meant another building pulverized into the sky, while the surrounding people were vaporized, leaving only faint blood mist.
In just about a minute, an entire area could be completely cleared.
Chen Jiang and his team worked like diligent cleaners, systematically clearing each district in turn.
Chen Jiang's blood sacrifice points rapidly accumulated.
[Player Chen Jiang's blood sacrifice points: 42,829.]
[Player Chen Jiang's blood sacrifice points: 58,203.]
[Player Chen Jiang's blood sacrifice points: 79,230.]
[...]
Soon, in less than an hour, the city had been reduced to a wasteland.
Scar Dog stood on the edge of a skyscraper's rooftop, surveying the scene. He couldn't help but remark, "I must admit, this sight is actually quite beautiful."
Apart from the skyscraper beneath their feet and a few nearby low-rise buildings, the entire city had been utterly transformed into a wasteland.
Not a single intact area remained.
The carpet bombing had indiscriminately targeted every visible structure, whether residential or commercial.
As far as the eye could see, the ground was covered in pulverized building debris.
Numerous fires burned fiercely, their thick black smoke mingling with rising dust to create a layered effect, like Oreo crumbs sprinkled on a cake.
They had also identified the liquid in the moat: a flammable substance.
It was likely a defensive measure. When faced with a mutated beast horde or other crises, they could ignite the moat and retreat to the inner city, ensuring their safety.
Of course, it posed no threat to them.
The moat was already ablaze, forming a burning halo that enveloped the inner city.
The city walls had been completely pulverized into dust.
At a glance, the entire city resembled a Lego castle toppled by a child, its scattered remains littering the yellow-sand wasteland.
"It's truly beautiful," Scar Dog murmured, his face filled with awe. "Even though life in this world is harsh, I have to admit, I've seen sights I never could have imagined before."
He instinctively reached into his coat and pulled out his camera.
"..."
Chen Jiang stared blankly at the camera Scar Dog had produced. "You're not going to take another picture, are you?"
"Of course, of course," Scar Dog replied, his gaze sweeping over the scene with satisfaction. "If we don't take photos to remember this, how will we tell our children about the extraordinary things their father experienced when we're old?"
"Even if we don't live long enough to marry and have kids, at least we can pull out a photo and reminisce before we die."
"You know how in movies and dramas, characters always pull out a photo from their pocket and reminisce about their past before they die?"
"Otherwise, it just feels like something's missing—some kind of ritual."
(End of the Chapter)
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