Translator: AnubisTL
This was a wounded soldier rescue base.
Voluntarily formed by human players, many of whom had never even met before, they had come together through a tacit understanding, united by their lack of offensive innate abilities and their possession of support-oriented talents.
And there were many such rescue bases.
Each base's canyon featured unique and often bizarre rescue methods.
But they all shared one common purpose: to tirelessly save their fellow human players.
Meanwhile, the man who had charged naked and alone toward the city gate, protected by a golden shield, successfully reached the entrance!
He plunged straight through the gate!
Alone, he stormed into the mechanical race city!
A split second later—
BOOM!!!
A tremendous explosion shook the air.
A massive blast erupted from within the city gate, as if a bomb had been detonated.
Watching this unfold, the human players finally understood the man's plan.
Unfortunately, the gate merely shuddered slightly, showing no signs of collapsing. Forged from pure steel, it remained impervious to ordinary explosions.
In that moment, despair flickered in the eyes of many human players. They couldn't even breach the gate.
Chen Jiang, having just arrived at the battlefield, witnessed the scene. For him, a mechanical race city was nothing more than a plaything—he could obliterate it with ease once he pinpointed its coordinates. But for the human players, it loomed like an insurmountable mountain.
Machine guns mounted on the city walls rained down fist-sized bullets upon the crowd below. With each sweep, groups of human players exploded in mid-air.
Without hesitation, Chen Jiang glanced at Scar Dog.
In the next instant—
A phantom gate slowly materialized before the city gate.
Then, a cannon barrel with a staggering ten-meter caliber slowly extended from the gate.
The barrel nearly reached the height of the city gate itself!
Red runes on the barrel began to glow intensely.
"Crimson Light Pillar!"
A blindingly bright crimson light pillar, radiating scorching heat, shot straight toward the pure steel city gate, which was of unknown thickness.
The moment the crimson light pillar struck, the gate—which had moments ago stood unyielding against the human players' desperate attacks—melted away almost instantly!
But the crimson light pillar didn't stop there.
It continued to extend!
In a mere second!
It completely pierced through the entire mechanical race city from end to end!
Then, the crimson light pillar adjusted its angle, sweeping across the machine guns mounted on the city walls.
Soon, only a few machine guns near the barrel's muzzle continued to roar. The rest fell silent.
At that moment, the crimson light pillar's duration ended!
Chen Jiang made no further moves, retracting the turret. He left the rest to the human players.
The human players needed a complete city-wide massacre to vent their pent-up frustrations!
A thorough, absolute city-wide massacre!
If he intervened too much, it would stifle the human players' need to release their anger.
This marked the human players' first large-scale battle in the Ten Thousand Races Arena. After this battle, if Kindling City understood what to do, they would realize the significance of this million-strong human player army, temporarily forged into a cohesive fighting force.
The human players lacked the innate racial abilities or physical prowess of other alien races.
But the human players possessed unique personal innate abilities!
Perhaps a few dozen human players together might seem unremarkable.
But if a military strategist could harness the personal innate abilities of these million individuals and deploy them effectively...
Then a million-strong human legion, each with unique personal innate abilities, would become an unstoppable avalanche, crushing every alien race in the Ten Thousand Races Arena!
With the city gates breached and the walls destroyed...
Nearly a million human players, like locusts afflicted with depression, had finally found an outlet for their pent-up rage. With ferocious expressions, they surged through the breached city gate, roaring in unison.
"Open fire! Open fire!"
Inside the mechanical race city, squads of soldiers aimed their prepared machine gun bunkers and tanks at the charging human players, their voices rising in a relentless barrage of commands. Behind this defensive line, Law Enforcement Bureau officers frantically evacuated nearby residents.
Shells rained down among the human players, inflicting considerable casualties. Yet the sheer number of human players overwhelmed the defenders. Even as some fell, countless others, their faces twisted in fury and bodies drenched in blood, trampled over their fallen comrades' corpses, surging forward relentlessly.
Perhaps it was rage, perhaps emotional contagion, or perhaps the desperate urge to prove their courage despite knowing their limitations—to show they were not cowards but people of valor.
No one could rationally analyze the chaos.
One thing was certain:
When Kindling City was destroyed, burying four million human players beneath its ruins forever, a million enraged human players rose from the ashes.
If they could seize this momentum and establish a million-strong human army, perhaps this victory could secure the human race's future.
Currently, no other race possessed military-grade combat strength. Almost all races remained fragmented, with scattered forces operating independently.
Soon—or perhaps not so soon, but it seemed swift from an observer's perspective—the mechanical race city's defensive line was swiftly dismantled.
Electric grids, minefields, artillery batteries, machine gun nests—the entire defensive network was systematically breached by the massive human player force. After breaking through all the defenses, only the terrified civilians of the mechanical race city remained, screaming in panic.
They tried to flee, but escape was impossible. Every exit from the city had been sealed off by human players.
And then...
The slaughter began.
Myriad human players, their eyes bloodshot with frenzy, charged into the ranks of mechanical race civilians, weapons in hand, and unleashed a massacre without hesitation.
No one showed mercy.
Every player sought to wash away their pent-up resentment with blood.
Massive numbers of mechanical race civilians perished relentlessly. Behind them, waves of human players surged forward frantically, their faces etched with urgency. Hesitate even for a moment, and they'd find themselves with nothing left to kill—not even intact corpses.
These human players, having lost all reason, left the mechanical race without a single complete body.
The slaughter erupted in every corner of the city:
Streets, alleys, residential districts, factories, shops—every place where a person could hide was systematically searched by bloodthirsty human players, their eyes burning red as they dragged out their victims and sent them to their final demise.
This was a million-strong human army.
This was also a million-strong human army without leadership or restraint.
Those who had survived three months in the wilderness, even the women, had gradually become masculinized.
In the Ten Thousand Races Arena, very few women could survive solely on their looks and figures. Most had to rely on their innate abilities and the weapons in their hands to survive.
Just like the men, it was kill or be killed.
There was no preferential treatment.
Within the million-strong human army, a group of women stood out. They lacked the usual feminine traits, sporting short hair and ferocious expressions as they charged into the mechanical race civilians, unleashing an even more brutal slaughter.
Scar Dog, standing on a small hill overlooking the mechanical race city, watched the carnage below. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "To be honest, this disaster might actually be a good thing for the human race."
"Kindling City had always wanted to establish a proper army."
"But every attempt failed."
"Everyone has their own innate abilities, and no one wants to submit to anyone else. After three months in the wilderness, trust among fellow race members is scarce, especially since we all arrived in this world at the same time."
"Many of us have experienced being backstabbed by fellow race players."
"Due to various factors, even after Kindling City was established, human players continued to operate in small squads, engaging in guerrilla warfare and failing to fully realize their collective strength."
"If we can seize this opportunity to truly establish a human legion, I believe Kindling City will finally fulfill its purpose."
"If Kindling City was previously just an inn, then with the establishment of a legion, it can finally be called the first city of the human race."
"Only then will it truly qualify as a frontline base for the human race to declare war on alien races."
"This way, when the Ten Thousand Races Arena ends, more human players will survive."
Zhao Ritian stood beside him, watching the scene below with a complex expression. He remained silent, but deep down, he agreed with Scar Dog's words.
If they could use this opportunity to establish a legion, stir up emotions, and deepen animosity toward the mechanical race, they could not only form the legion but also instill unwavering morale from its very inception.
This disaster was indeed a good thing.
That was the truth.
But he felt this line of reasoning was too rational. Sometimes, he thought, it wasn't necessary to be so logical. Emotionally speaking, seeing hundreds of thousands of human players from Kindling City wiped out like that left him feeling deeply uneasy.
Yet he had to admit that if the legion truly succeeded in forming,
though the initial death toll might be higher, by the time the Ten Thousand Races Arena ended, the number of surviving human players would undoubtedly surpass that of a human race without a legion.
Still, such cold rationality made him seem heartless.
While he acknowledged the logic, he refused to accept that this catastrophe was ultimately beneficial for the human race.
Chen Jiang stood silently, leaning on his cane as he gazed at the scene below. After a long pause, he finally spoke: "The war has been raging for quite some time now."
"It began three months ago."
"Yet most people remain oblivious to this reality."
"But no matter. This disaster will awaken the human race completely. When this battle concludes, every human player will understand the true nature of war and... be reborn anew."
Just like Li Xiumei, who publicly declared through the global speaker to all alien races that the human race was a peace-loving race and banished him from humanity while he was slaughtering mechanical race players.
In truth, such pacifists were not few in number.
Even before this catastrophe, there were still many pacifists among the human race, including in Kindling City. These pacifists believed that they could send representatives to negotiate with the various races, urging everyone to ignore the global event and coexist peacefully on this planet.
They even had their own declaration:
Facing war with war only breeds greater war.
Facing war with peace breeds greater peace.
He had always scoffed at this notion, firmly believing that the only way to eliminate war was to completely annihilate the enemy!
When the enemy is utterly destroyed, war naturally ceases to exist.
Soon, three hours had passed.
By now, the mechanical race city below lay in ruins.
Virtually no survivors remained.
Everything had been looted clean.
The second-generation human guardian of Kindling City had already dispatched forces to maintain order, but instead of dissuading the human players, they continuously broadcast war declarations through human race horns.
Moreover, they were preparing to launch relentless attacks on several nearby large alien race gathering points, each housing tens of thousands of alien race players.
Clearly, the second-generation human guardian intended to forge these players into a unified legion, cultivating cohesion through battle.
This million-strong legion was then divided into multiple smaller armies, each launching simultaneous assaults on surrounding alien race strongholds.
The process was undoubtedly complex.
Yet the guardian's approach to problem-solving was remarkably simple: ignore all practical considerations and focus solely on emotions.
Distance, logistics, casualties—none of these mattered.
Only emotions.
And the strategy proved surprisingly effective. Emotions truly were the greatest driving force for action.
Chen Jiang and his group watched no further. The remaining events were irrelevant to their mission. They had already passed through the light gate, heading toward the coordinates near Feng Jiutian's location.
For them, this was a bit of a loss.
The human players had slaughtered nearly all the civilians in the mechanical race city, leaving them with hardly any fusion points.
But it didn't matter. A mere hundred thousand fusion points were insignificant.
As for accepting this legion...
Chen Jiang hadn't even considered it. The most important thing for a person was to have self-awareness. He simply lacked the ability to manage a million-strong legion.
It was best to leave such matters to the professionals.
He wouldn't meddle where he didn't belong.
Besides, with enough one-star items, he alone could become a legion.
A giant cannon legion.
"The progress is still too slow," Chen Jiang murmured, standing on a hilltop, gazing at the massive city in the distance. "We need to pick up the pace."
Feng Jiutian's coordinates lay within that colossal city.
(End of the Chapter)
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