The initial draft... wait. The battle in the central coliseum of the Moros city-state was intense.
The commotion there attracted nearly all of the city’s troublemakers, and the number of onlookers was increasing.
This ti, the North Sea Fleet had assembled three full legion squadrons of pirates, along with the original troops that could be mustered from the city, totaling over two hundred thousand n.
These n were steadily gathering from all over the city, tightly surrounding the vast coliseum.
anwhile, in the Mammoth Tavern in the north of the city.
This was a tavern where Viking pirates liked to congregate.
The tavern’s decor was simple yet rough, with spotted walls adorned with stag head specins, as well as axes and shields that symbolized brute force. The display windows were filled with various dazzling spirits.
Vikings were a group of nomadic warriors active near the icy plains of the North Sea. The harsh living conditions of the plains ant they had to compete with mighty ice field monsters for space, hence the Vikings were naturally fierce and belligerent. With short growing seasons on the plains leading to a scarcity of food, most Vikings also took up piracy.
At that mont, despite the ongoing battle in the city, the tavern was full of burly, big-bearded pirates. They had thick hair, fierce tattoos, wore chainmail and various animal skin armors, and beside them were the Vikings’ favorite axe weapons of all sorts: long-handled, short-handled, single-bladed, double-bladed, bone-crushing heavy axes...
Barbarism and filth were synonymous with these n.
At the tavern’s bar, a Viking giant, fully three ters tall, sat drinking.
He had a full face of brown beard, wore primitive-patterned animal skin battle armor, and donned a dark gold horned iron helt, with Viking war totems tattooed on his exposed skin. His tiger’s eyes, imposing without anger, and the domineering aura of a top fighter, suppressed the entire tavern’s atmosphere.
This man was none other than Oleg J. Popov, the "King of the North Sea," at the top of the Rune Bounty Hunters Guild’s most-wanted list, with a whopping bounty of 8.477 billion!
Even after becoming a king, this great pirate’s habits hadn’t changed much; he still loved to drink heartily.
The goblet in his hand was a special vessel inlaid with various gemstones, and upon closer inspection, it was a complete human skull.
Vikings liked to use the skulls of powerful people as drinking bowls.
And the drinking bowl in Oleg’s hand was the skull of Osborne Wyld, one of the "Top Ten Legendary Bounty Hunters" from fifteen years ago.
The Temple of Aghaparnon was destroyed by a teorite, leaving the Vikings looking grim. Their faith was very similar to that of the Romans. The Romans were like tad children, while the Vikings were akin to wild, free-range kids.
With their faith destroyed, this was a vendetta of life and death.
But the battle had begun, and Oleg had not joined the fight.
After all, that level of combat didn’t yet require his intervention.
However, just a mont ago, he received news through his communicator about the death of Onis, and the Viking king, sensing sothing, abruptly stood up.
It wasn’t because a son had been killed, but rather, his instincts gave him a strong sense of crisis!
...
Mr. Jing had been wandering around the city. A thousand years ago, she had visited the Moros city-state once, but back then, the city was not as prosperous as now.
Seeing the teorite appear, she knew her ti strolling was almost up. She found a small tavern next to the central square of the city, took a seat by the window, and enjoyed the view outside.
This very road was the necessary path from the Northern Mammoth Bar to the Southern City Arena.
The bar’s business was poor, with only a few outsiders present, and the bar owner had long since noticed the mysterious and elegant woman.
A few Peekers from unknown forces watched her cautiously, but Mr. Jing turned a blind eye. She just sat quietly by the window, occasionally sipping the strong liquor from the North. Now and then, she would slightly furrow her brows—unsure whether the liquor was too strong or if it tasted slightly different from that of a thousand years ago.
Whether it was the falling teors or the combat in the arena, no one saw even a hint of emotion on her aloof and exquisitely beautiful face.
The noise from the arena battle grew louder, and the sound of gunfire reverberated throughout the entire city, spreading panic quickly.
She still sat there quietly, as if all the commotion had nothing to do with her.
But this tranquility didn’t last long before it was abruptly shattered.
Suddenly, a group of Vikings charged from the North City.
Upon reaching the central square, Oleg, with his golden horned helt, ca to an abrupt halt.
His gaze, sharp as a hawk’s, instantly locked onto the proud woman drinking by the window.
Mr. Jing gave a sideways glance to the group of Vikings, his expression still calm as if he had been waiting for so ti.
Once you reach the eighth step, battle instinct leaves no room for hesitation.
When Oleg saw Mr. Jing, his eyes narrowed sharply, and he imdiately knew he was facing a formidable enemy. The North Sea King, without wasting a word, gripped his huge Wolf Fang Club and swung it down with all his might.
Vicious frost Spell rapidly condensed in the air, and the terrible force-augnted Wolf Fang Club tore through the void, creating spider-web-like black rifts. Even before the blow landed, the fountain in the city’s central square visibly turned into an ice sculpture. All around, one could hear the dense "crack, crack" of ice splitting. Bone-chilling cold rapidly spread, visibly coalescing into elegant frost flowers in the air.
King Oleg of the North Sea, who hadn’t personally taken action in a long ti, used his full fighting power at first encounter.
But even this powerful strike that made all onlookers pale didn’t completely co down; with a flash of light and shadow, Mr. Jing had vanished from the small bar window. A graceful figure instantly flashed fearlessly in front of Oleg, and in that mont, she planted one foot on the ground and, with her body weight lowered, her other leg swung fiercely up in a powerful kick.
There was a loud "bang," like the crisp sound of iron sticks colliding.
This kick landed precisely on one third of the Wolf Fang Club.
Where they touched, space fractured like a shattered mirror, opening up web-like cracks.
In that instant, the scene seed to freeze.
In the eyes of the stunned onlookers, that slender beautiful leg had actually firmly caught the blow.
"How is that possible!"
A thought erged incredulously in everyone’s minds: Could soone really block King Oleg of the North Sea’s full-force attack head-on?!
After a mont of standoff, the clashing energies of the two eighth-step powerhouses finally erupted.
It was as if the violent shockwaves that had surged into the city during the previous teor fall were being reenacted; the mont the two fighters clashed, a powerful shockwave blasted out in all directions. The impact wave, carrying the terrifying rules of frost and strength, created a tsunami-like force. Buildings within hundreds of ters of the central square collapsed with loud rumbles, and flakes of snow suddenly floated from the sky.
Watching his strike blocked, Oleg’s tiger-like eyes shone fiercely as he swung another blow down.
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Mr. Jing, clad in a high-slit, tight-fitting black gown, did not lose his elegance even in the midst of battle. His slender legs drew a beautiful arc through the air before delivering another beautifully executed kick that cleverly intercepted King Oleg’s second club strike. With the force of that blow, his delicate body lightly leaped into the air, his legs now enveloped in a layer of invisible Gang Qi, descending with a leg strike in the montum.
King Oleg raised an arm over his head to block, and with a "smack" a muffled sound echoed, a visible wave of Qi rippled out for hundreds of ters, blowing sand and rocks around.
The ground where the Viking giant stood cracked inch by inch, and his whole body was forcefully smashed half a ter deep into the ground by that leg strike.
"Roar!"
Like a wild beast, King Oleg let out a deafening roar to the sky, his muscles visibly swelling. Veins bulged, muscles rolling under his skin like serpents in motion, and his bones crackled. In a mont of rage, a faint blood-red layer enveloped his body.
With another look, King Oleg had grown from his three-ter stature to a frenzied five-ter giant.
These were two of the Vikings’ great bloodline talents: berserking and gigantification.
This was why they were called,
Viking Berserkers!
Viking Giants!
With just two exchanges, King Oleg already knew that he was facing an opponent he had to take on with all his might.
After going berserk, his strength surged, and he clenched his fist, covering his arms in a layer of icy Gang Qi. He swung his arm violently, the Gang Qi coalescing on his fist, tearing and twisting the air around it, a visible swirling vortex concentrated onto his fist and unleashed.
Mr. Jing was swift, tumbling back through the air to avoid the punch.
But the force of the punch stord forward, forming a visible current of a Qi tornado that directly blasted the statue of the War God in the center of the plaza in half.
"Boom!"
Huge chunks of stone fell to the ground, shaking the earth and sky.
Mr. Jing’s ability was "Mirrored Mimicry," exceptional in both spells and close-quarters combat techniques.
From the beginning to the end, his face remained calm, his soft and gentle leg strikes interspersed with the raging force of thunder.
No sooner had he stabilized himself than he stomped on the ground and lunged forward again. His black gown fluttered in the air as he delivered a piercing kick to King Oleg’s abdon, making a "dong" sound like a bell being struck.
This was not simply a fight between two people, but a clash between two trendous forces erupting like a volcano.
With each touch, two violent energies would trigger an exaggerated explosion.
Each step they took cracked the ter-thick white stones of the ground, wave upon wave of shockwaves emanated from their impacts. In just a few exchanges, the once magnificent central plaza lay in ruins, buildings collapsed in droves, and the disturbance reached an extre level.
This disturbance swiftly spread throughout the city!
...
Sudden thunderous explosions arose from within the city, and the intense battle that suddenly erupted near the central plaza naturally caught the attention of everyone in the city.
Intelligence agents and war reporters who were monitoring the arena looked at the half-sky turned into a winter’s wrath, their expressions nothing less than shocked.
"What’s going on, who’s fighting over by the central plaza?!"
"That’s King Oleg’s ’Frost Domain,’ soone has intercepted King Oleg! They might be the powerful figures from the Dawn Brigade!"
"How is that possible! King Oleg is an eighth-tier fighter, who could stop him? The Dawn Brigade is just a newcor group, how could they have an eighth-tier professional?"
"No wonder they dared to go head-to-head with the North Sea Fleet, turns out they had top figures backing them!"
"..."
Everyone found it hard to believe.
After all, every eighth-tier professional was a heavyweight, a big shot in their own rights. It was impossible for such figures to simply erge out of nowhere in the entirety of Luying.
In this mont, the various intelligence departnts realized that the "Dawn Brigade" was no re newcor group. They likely had so significant backgrounds!
Everyone began to suspect that sothing big was about to happen.
anwhile, on the tower, Yekaterina, who was observing the battle, saw the commotion at the central plaza and was equally as shocked.
Her eyes flickered rapidly as if she had realized sothing. Speaking to herself, she said, "Mighty Body Realm, this ’Mr. Jing’ is actually an eighth-tier professional, which is beyond anyone’s expectations. This ans her identity must be that of a major figure from a millennium ago."
Since encountering Su Lun in the city earlier, Yekaterina had known that the leader of the Dawn Brigade, "Mr. Jing," had co.
But she hadn’t expected Mr. Jing to be so formidable!
Wasn’t her power supposed to be seventh-tier?
From a distance, she could see the fluctuations of the laws, not only as strong as King Oleg’s but, due to so special abilities, she was completely suppressing him!
But as the astonishnt here was yet to be processed by the people, an unexpected developnt occurred at the arena.
The old housekeeper by her side suddenly cried out, "Miss, look quickly, there’s big trouble at the arena now! That... My God, how can he employ such an exaggerated technique!"
Yekaterina looked over, just in ti to see a giant cross spreading across the sky at an astonishing speed.
Under the covering of that technique, the man took control of everything with a regal posture.
A slight smile ford at the corner of her mouth as she murmured thoughtfully, "Indeed, very impressive."
....
In the arena, Su Lun conjured up an unbelievably huge cross.
The "Wailing Witch’s Hair" could extend infinitely with enough spiritual power. At this mont, countless invisible threads wrapped around the sky, silently spread throughout the entire arena.
The pirates from the North Sea Fleet were still flooding in; they planned to use a war of attrition to kill the mbers of the Dawn Brigade.
But now, with the technique unleashed, that was impossible.
Where the cross covered was his "Great Terror Theater."
The timing of Mr. Jing’s breakout in the central plaza was perfect, as King Oleg was intercepted by him, Su Lun no longer had to worry about any threats from behind.
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He raised his hand and tore through several space scrolls, uttering a command, "Puppet Mastery: Proliferating chanisms!"
In an instant, all sorts of bizarre and peculiar puppet golems burst out from the storage space, encircling him for protection.
Judging by the number, he estimated there were over a thousand.
So were standing in twisted postures, while others hung in midair; their bizarre, rouge-stained grinning faces looked upon the incoming swarm of pirates. Their wooden jaws and joints clicked and clacked, creating an eerie symphony of movent.
It wasn’t just the puppet golems; there were also several dozen chanical armors.
Leading them was the fiery red chanical armor, the newly repaired "Major-Class Demonic Blade X1-Type chanical Armor," along with the finished products seized from the submarine, spoils from the cursed space. In Su Lun’s war factory, they were assembled into the first batch of chanical puppet soldiers.
This was almost all of Su Lun’s puppet inventory, and the maximum number he could perfectly control at present.
This mont, "The Great Horror Theater," provided him the stage to showcase the limits of his Puppetry Technique.
Fire suppression was almost a specialty tactic in Mafa; previously, Barrett and his group were overwheld by Princess Stika’s Royal Guard, barely able to lift their heads.
But now, the situation had turned!
As Su Lun’s chanical puppet army made its appearance, several dozen chanical soldiers holding heavy shields lined up in formation. Simultaneously, they also raised the fire guns on their chanical arms and pulled the triggers.
The pirates, seeing these looming gun muzzles, were utterly stupefied.
The arena had filled with tens of thousands of pirates. They congregated into hundreds of tactical squadrons, conveniently targeted by the chanical soldiers’ concentrated fire.
Instantly, flas of various colors spewed forth from the muzzles.
"Click," "click," "click"...
Dense alchemical bullets poured out from firearms of various calibers like a furious storm, impossible to evade.
Since the puppet army was controlled solely by Su Lun, there was no issue with communication, and tactical plans could be executed instantly. All puppets could launch attacks at targets within range the mont the thought arose in his mind.
Spend hundreds of millions of Liso in just minutes?
The forr Su Lun might have found this daunting, but after fishing out a huge treasure from the sea ruins, he now had the luxury to be extravagant.
And now, having a war workshop capable of continuously manufacturing ammunition, he was not stingy in the slightest; torrents of alchemical bullets inundated the battlefield.
The pirates were so densely packed that firing into any part of the corridor was bound to hit several.
After a volley of concentrated fire, swathes of pirates were harvested amidst screams, their blood and limbs shattered into mist by the alchemical bullets. Wherever the chanical puppet army’s fire guns pointed, a hellish, bloody scene was guaranteed.
And it wasn’t just the chanical armor army. Su Lun’s golem army also charged in, with area-effect "Wailing Techniques" echoing through the arena, causing lower-rankers to falter ntally. In that mont of disorientation, the puppet army broke through. A thousand fearless rune golems were as effectual as several thousand pirates.
It wasn’t only the close-combat rune golems; Su Lun had also hidden multiple "Siren rmaid Dolls" among the puppets, tossing them into the throngs of pirate corpses. Unnoticed, the area-effect Sub-Sonic Waves were resonating with the internal organs of the pirates on a large scale; as ti passed, the damage would only increase, causing more pirates within its range to suddenly die.
Before long, the witch’s hair had spread to every corner of the arena.
Su Lun, controlling the puppet army, had never felt so exhilaratingly efficient.
His mind raced, calculating every detail of the battle.
With his own strength, he had single-handedly turned back the tide of the previous disadvantage of the Dawn Group!
...
The people of the North Sea Fleet were dumbfounded.
There were clearly less than ten enemies, how did their number suddenly increase a hundredfold!
And, it was clear that only their side had chanical warriors, how did the enemy have them too?
The chanical warriors’ superior firepower suppression was now displayed to its fullest extent, with pirates panicking and jumping around in confusion, even fourth or fifth-order professionals were killed in great numbers when focused on.
It wasn’t just the pirates who were shocked to the point of disbelief. The descendant of ’Mr. Jing,’ ’Duke’ Moore Wazhuaz, was equally incredulous.
He hadn’t known Su Lun before and had only joined the battle because of the Ancestor’s orders. Thinking Su Lun was the Ancestor’s junior, he had had high regard for him. But he had thought that, no matter how powerful, Su Lun was just a fifth-order professional, and Moore might need to protect him during the battle.
But witnessing this scene, he realized Su Lun’s combat power was truly exaggerated.
In terms of individual strength, Su Lun didn’t stand out in such a large-scale war.
However, once his puppet army erged, no one on the field had stronger killing power than him.
Including both of them, the nearly eighth-order professionals, and all the seventh-order ones!
Su Lun alone was worth tens of thousands.
It was too incredible—was there actually a Puppet Master who could control a thousand puppets at the sa ti in this era?
Even for the eight hundred-year-old vampire who had seen all manner of strange events, this was unfathomable.
When he saw the chanical puppets moving in unison, this old antiquity also felt a sense of the tis changing.
...
When Su Lun’s puppet army appeared, Barrett and everyone else felt a sudden release of pressure.
These high-end fighters of the Dawn Group could also better hold off the enemy’s high-combatants, providing Su Lun with a safer environnt to inflict damage.
The North Sea Fleet was taken by complete surprise by Su Lun’s puppet army, with thousands dead after just a few exchanges.
But they also reacted imdiately, bringing out all sorts of heavy shields and cover.
Everyone knew that as long as they killed that Puppet Master, everything would imdiately turn around.
All kinds of spells and firearms opened fire towards Su Lun.
But with gargoyles around him, even sixth-order professionals attempting to sneak attack would definitely not gain the slightest advantage. Those long-range attacks, whether spells or bullets, arrows, or crossbow bolts, were all blocked by the bulky bodies of the gargoyles. Experience new tales on .Côm
Moreover, Su Lun himself had the ability of spatial displacent; how easy could it be to focus fire on him?
On a normal day, controlling so many puppets in high-intensity combat would have drained Su Lun’s spiritual power long ago.
But now, with the "Isaac Alchemical Heart" providing an endless stream of dark spiritual power, Su Lun was like a tireless war machine, rcilessly slaughtering.
Finally, the n from the North Sea Fleet took out various heavy shields, and dozens of hundred-man legions assembled to encircle and kill Su Lun.
This tactic of encircling and killing high-rank professionals on large battlefields is very effective. Once the target is trapped in a specific area, it’s only a matter of ti before they die.
Unfortunately for them, Su Lun’s "Theater of Terror" wasn’t just about killing with puppets.
Crosses in the sky continued to dangle silk threads, and the pirates also noticed those transparent energy threads.
But there was nothing they could do about it.
The coverage of the threads was simply too wide. To avoid them, they would have to completely withdraw from the arena and stop the encirclent, which was naturally impossible.
It was as these fodder legions approached that a thread, along with the transparent silk threads, penetrated the gaps in the shields and made contact with those pirates.
Su Lun saw the timing was right, and his eyes suddenly beca fierce.
All the puppets present seed to have their signals interrupted for a mont.
At the sa ti, countless transparent silk threads instantly beca solid, and the signals of the "Spiritual Tentacles" had already been transmitted down the threads.
A high-ranking pirate noticed sothing and hurriedly shouted, "Watch out for those threads!"
Alas, the warning was futile!
The threads had already spread to every corner. Within the "Theater," he was the controller!
Su Lun, needing to divide his attention to control targets with the "Spiritual Tentacles," might struggle with professionals Rank 3 or above.
But in the North Sea Fleet, mbers below Rank 3 made up eighty percent!
High-ranking professionals discovered the threads and easily tore or cut them, but the low-ranking ones were controlled in an instant.
Su Lun took control of their body’s nerves, sending neat and uniform signals: suicide.
Those whose limbs had been controlled hadn’t even reacted before their heads saw their bodies uncontrollably taking up the swords and spears in their hands and driving them into their temples or slashing their necks.
In an instant, ranks of hundred-man shield legions collapsed by large numbers.
Several hundred-man legions at a ti.
Batches of a few hundred n, batches of a few hundred n...
With this move, Su Lun reaped the lives of hundreds more people.
And as those holding shields died, the formation went into chaos, the chanical puppets covered them with fire power again, killing even more in an instant.
Since the threads had killed another wave, Su Lun didn’t hold back any longer.
With an endless supply of threads to use, his puppet theater was truly terrifying.
Threads would appear in any corner, binding, strangling, controlling, along with so sharp cutting threads, all sharp tools for reaping lives.
As long as one was within range of the theater, Su Lun controlled everything.
It was only now that the n from the North Sea Fleet realized that the one who had killed the most wasn’t the near Rank 8 vampire, nor the Rank 7s like Barrett, nor even the thrice-talented female Sword Saint. It was Rank 5 Su Lun.
The Rank 7 masters were all restrained by each other, but Su Lun’s puppet army was virtually unbeatable.
They knew no fear of death, no pain, no fear, and moved with unified commands...
Two hundred thousand enemies did not an that all two hundred thousand had to be killed. Often, after killing forty or fifty thousand, the morale would collapse.
Regular armies might still charge without limit, but the undisciplined pirate rabble of the North Sea Fleet, after several rounds of frightening tactics, didn’t co at them as fiercely afterward.
Behind Su Lun, the Octo-Spider Lance controlled the threads while he wielded a black scythe in one hand and a runic black umbrella in the other, with a gargoyle by his side—he was virtually impossible to kill in a short ti.
Instead, he continued to reap the pirates of the North Sea Fleet. Once he extinguished their montum of encirclent, they could start breaking out.
...
The arena was in the throes of battle, and the commotion in the central square was earth-shattering.
The fight within the Moros polis had been watched by various spectators all along.
What was thought to be a straightforward ambush without any suspense turned out to be full of unexpected events.
It was one thing for the Dawn Group to keep producing powerful fighters, but now a mysterious Rank 8 powerhouse appeared, stopping Oleg!
However, when everyone thought the Dawn Group was about to break out, they didn’t expect them to choose to stand their ground and fight!
In a turn of events, they saw a Rank 5 Puppet Master slaughtering left and right within the arena.
This was even more shocking than seeing a Rank 8 professional.
Because the Puppet Master’s combat power had completely overturned everyone’s understanding of a normal Rank 5 professional.
"My God, what kind of puppetry technique is this? A single person controlling over a thousand puppets. Is this sothing a Rank 5 professional could achieve?"
"This guy has probably killed ten to twenty thousand people by now... It’s too terrifying."
"What kind of freaks are in this Dawn Group? How co we’ve never heard of them before now?"
"As long as Oleg can’t kill that mysterious woman, the North Sea Fleet is going to suffer a heavy loss. Hehe, with a Rank 8 powerhouse in the Dawn Group, whoever wants to ss with them has to weigh whether they’re strong enough."
"After today, the ’Dawn Group’ is going to be infamous."
"..."
One explosive piece of news after another about the battle was being sent out in real-ti.
It was foreseeable that the "Dawn Group," previously unknown, would send shock waves throughout the world after this battle.
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