Chapter 2069 - 2062: Have Fun with My Warcraft Brothers
Stuck in God-favoring city doing this kind of thing is really dull. For them, the intensity of this battle isn’t much different from normal shift patrols.
Given the strength of the Praying God Tribe’s martial artists, even encountering an Emperor Level warcraft, they can’t withstand three punches and two kicks. The sudden appearance of Zhang Menglong, this foreign race person, has attracted attention and interest from many people.
"Wendi, what’s going on? Where’s this foreign race person from?"
"I don’t know. It seems like our people killed over a million of their race, and he’s come here for revenge."
"Hahaha, revenge? Is he mad? Daring to seek vengeance against our Praying God Tribe?"
For the Praying God Tribe, ranked in the top 100 races, they clearly know which races to avoid provoking. Outside of these lists, they provoke whoever they want.
During every beast tide, they go out to hunt and plunder assets from other civilizations. Normally protected by guardian beasts, they don’t dare to act recklessly. This is when they can fully showcase their skills.
Isn’t it just because the race’s strength is too overpowering, causing the item drop rate to decrease significantly? If they can’t hunt resources from those warcraft, they go straight to hunting from other races!
And the weaker the race, the more they become their target.
Because of their strong confidence in their strength, they always send fewer than a hundred people to each race, making it easier to escape if they accidentally provoke some tough ones.
In other words, they know very well that millions of people of this race were killed by just a few dozen martial artists of the Praying God Tribe. This shows that this race is weak to the point of being utterly powerless, unable even to meet the average level of major races worldwide.
Yet such a weak race dares to come for them, especially with a single person coming alone. It’s an interesting yet ridiculous matter.
"Do you think it’s funny?" Zhang Menglong asked coldly, "Don’t you want to ask why I’ve come, and why your Praying God Tribe people are missing?"
Indeed! They hadn’t thought about this question just now.
If his race suffered heavy losses from a massacre, why would this young man still dare to confront them?
If their people left after the pillage, if he had any brains, he shouldn’t have come to court death.
Then there’s only one possibility: their people got into trouble!
"From your expressions, it seems you’ve guessed it," Zhang Menglong said, "All 63 of them, I’ve killed them all."
"Impossible!" the Praying God Tribe immediately questioned, "With just your strength, how could you kill them?"
In their view, even if those Praying God Tribe strong ones stood still for Zhang Menglong to scratch for a hundred years, it wouldn’t make them shed a drop of blood.
"What’s impossible," Zhang Menglong smiled, "just like today your Praying God Tribe will pay for its actions. Do you think this might happen now?"
"Dare to tell us your race’s name," the Praying God Tribe warrior showed a cruel smile, "I’ll beat you half to death, then take your incapacitated body back to your race and kill all your people!"
"No problem telling you," Zhang Menglong coldly replied, "My name is Zhang Menglong, from the human race. The main city of humanity is Greater City of Aiville. After today, if you have the guts to come looking for trouble in human territory, then I respect you as real men!"
Zhang Menglong wasn’t afraid of post-season revenge because he believed that even if he couldn’t destroy the Praying God Tribe today, he could certainly scare them to death.
"Humans?" The Praying God Tribe’s strong one seemed to have racial data information. After a moment, his arrogant expression grew more pronounced, "Race ranking around 65%, not even reaching the average level, indeed a weak race."
"Indeed, humans are quite weak," Zhang Menglong didn’t deny, "but I’m sorry to say, you provoked the human you shouldn’t mess with."
Zhang Menglong took something out from his body, a test tube holding a kind of golden liquid. The golden liquid seemed to have the scent of the blood rain falling from sky.
"Haha, you haven’t felt the fear of being surrounded by warcraft in a long time, have you?"
Zhang Menglong opened the reagent and threw it into the blood rain on the ground. Instantly, the golden liquid began to spread.
Strangely, the diffusion speed of normal liquids is very slow, but once this golden liquid came into contact with the blood rain, it spread rapidly as if proliferating. At this speed, in just 10 minutes, it would diffuse into the blood rain around the entire God-favoring city.
"What’s he taking out?"
The Praying God Tribe warrior curiously looked at Zhang Menglong, "Human, what have you done?"
"Only helping my warcraft brothers," Zhang Menglong coldly sneered, then crushed a bead. His body didn’t disappear, but his presence was almost entirely indiscernible.
After Zhang Menglong finished all this, the warcraft born from the blood rain suddenly underwent a severe transformation.
A King Level warcraft was born in the blood rain, but when that golden liquid penetrated into its body, in an instant, the warcraft went berserk and started roaring.
Golden patterns appeared on the warcraft, and as these golden patterns emerged, the warcraft’s aura began to surge.
King Level, Emperor Level!
A King Level warcraft, after completing this mutation, actually upgraded to become an Emperor Level warcraft!
And this was just the first; then the second, third, tenth, and hundredth!
Those weapons could kill King and Emperor Level warcraft, but they couldn’t deal effective damage to those beyond Emperor Level.
The original number of Emperor Level warcraft wasn’t many, but as their number began to surge, Praying God Tribe warriors defending the city could no longer withstand it!
"Calling for support! We need reinforcements!"
"What’s going on? Why are there suddenly so many Emperor Level warcraft?"
"Damn it, I can’t hold on!"
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The Praying God Tribe’s defense lines compressed rapidly. Each could fight ten, but not a hundred or a thousand!
At this point, they finally experienced the horror of the beast tide.
A few warcraft noticed the several Praying God Tribe strong ones in front of Zhang Menglong and immediately flew over, but in their eyes, Zhang Menglong seemed nonexistent!
"Enjoy playing with my warcraft brothers!" Zhang Menglong took out several golden reagents, turned around in the blood rain as if an aircraft spraying pesticide.
"What’s going on? Why so many Emperor Level warcrafts appeared?"
"It’s that human youth, don’t let him keep spreading that golden stuff!"
"If he keeps spreading it, all warcrafts will upgrade to Emperor Level. Even the strongest races will find it hard to withstand!"
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