Wasteland's Only King - Chapter 273 - 46: Taking the Initiative! A Million Troops! Drawing Out the Enemy! (Part 2)
Chapter 273: Chapter 46: Taking the Initiative! A Million Troops! Drawing Out the Enemy! (Part 2)
From a distance, countless figures can be seen.
Every single one of them is a Fallen One.
But unlike the scenes during Mars OL and Venus OL, these Fallen Ones aren’t gathered in camps, but rather in small towns and cities with a touch of retro charm.
Within the towns, Fallen Ones live peacefully, like ordinary humans, surrounded by the bustle of everyday life.
At this moment,
Inside the largest city.
A middle-aged man with a powerful aura stares at the virtual interface suddenly popping up in front of him.
His brows are tightly knit, his expression somewhat displeased.
“Another batch of annoying invaders?”
Humans, in his mouth, have become invaders.
He and all his countless Fallen One kin have descended upon this planet for nearly a hundred years.
“Father!”
Beside the middle-aged man, a handsome, oddly sinister young man speaks up.
“This time, I volunteer to lead the army and wipe out the intruders!”
The young man thumps his chest confidently.
The middle-aged man remains silent, watching the youth for a while.
His son’s Unlimited Value has already reached 9%, an unrivaled genius among the planet’s younger generation.
Even compared to himself, a Lord, he’s only a mere 1% behind in Unlimited Value.
“Father!”
“Don’t you trust my abilities?”
The young man speaks again.
The middle-aged man considers for a moment, then finally nods in approval.
“Alright.”
“I’ll give you a million troops.”
“Your target this time is to thoroughly take over that desolate place.”
“Those human camp vermin keep popping up every now and then, so damn annoying.”
“If not for the Wasteland OL rules…”
“In the previous wars, we would’ve flattened the entire Northern Continent long ago.”
As his words fall,
The youth’s face breaks into a radiant smile.
“Rest assured, Father!”
“I’ll prepare the army immediately and set off as soon as tomorrow!”
…
…
The Black Sea outskirts.
Across the ocean, like stars, islands of all sizes scatter around.
On every island, variously sized towns and cities can be seen.
Within the towns, Fallen Ones are everywhere.
Shh—
Yu Jin’s figure appears above a small island.
He looks down at the island below, frowning slightly.
“Only thirty thousand troops?”
“The rest, hundreds of thousands, are just ordinary civilians?”
Before this,
Yu Jin had descended upon several small islands, and the situation was always much the same.
On each island, Fallen Ones live peacefully, only a handful of troops stationed around.
Yu Jin, of course, isn’t interested in the ’peaceful’ Fallen One civilians.
He’s just disappointed that tens of thousands of troops offer him far too little reward.
“Forget it.”
“Even a mosquito’s meat is still meat.”
Yu Jin shakes his head with a sigh, then lifts his hand and points remotely at the island below.
Boom—
Rumble—!
The entire island suddenly trembles.
Inspired by Nangong Linglong’s fusion attribute abilities, Yu Jin has started trying different combo skills with his attributes.
Just like now—
He activates both ’Dark Shock’ and ’Earth Surge’ attributes simultaneously.
The result is—
Rumble rumble rumble—!
Amid earthquake tremors, the earth splits apart.
And then…
Scorching magma from the seabed, guided by ’Earth Surge’, bursts through the land straight into the Celestial Vault!
The entire island is instantly engulfed by magma.
“Ah—!”
Screams echo across the island.
Tens of thousands of Fallen One troops, not even able to see clearly who their enemy is, are instantly transformed into statues within the magma.
Also turned to stone are the hundreds of thousands of Fallen One civilians on the island.
[Your divine might descends…]
[Wasteland Source Points +1 million!]
[Resource acquired: Tier Five Limit-Breaking Stone*1]
[…]
The system prompt keeps going.
Line after line of text flies past, dazzling the eyes.
Yu Jin only glances briefly and chooses to check his balance directly.
[Wasteland Source Points: 280 million]
The harvest from several small islands: nearly 200 million Source Points.
“Not enough, far from enough.”
Yu Jin shakes his head, doesn’t spare another look at the magma-swallowed island, and flashes away toward deeper islands in the Black Sea.
…
…
Northern Continent, frontier town.
Time passes slowly.
In the blink of an eye, a whole day has passed.
Athena stands at the shore, gazing into the distance.
Behind her, Don Flack and Ah Long stand respectfully.
Even farther back, a whole team of ten thousand Unlimiters.
“The Fallen Ones’ attack still hasn’t come?”
Athena’s brows knit tightly as she softly murmurs.
According to info from the wounded veteran players—
Their team had been attacked by a Fallen One army barely half a day after landing.
But now?
An entire day has gone by.
Not only hasn’t the army approached, there hasn’t even been a shadow of a Fallen One…
“Miss Athena.”
“Do you think…”
“Could it be the Fallen Ones are assembling their army, planning a single decisive strike?”
Don Flack offers a bold guess.
Athena nods, she suspects the same.
“Then let’s wait a bit longer.”
“Also…”
“While we’re waiting for the Fallen Ones’ assault, send more squads to search along the coastline…”
“See if we can find any information related to Yu Jin.”
Compared to this round of Wasteland OL, Athena’s real concern is still that man.
…
…
The Black Sea.
Central Island.
Damian stands suspended in midair.
His aura radiates unobstructed.
With Unlimited Value at 9%, he’s the second most Powerful Being on the planet.
The first Powerful Being is his father, the planet leader.
“Sir!”
“A million troops are in position!”
“Just give the order and we’ll lead the way for you!”
On the ground, a million-strong Fallen One army stands motionless, stretching as far as the eye can see.
At the head of the army, a uniformed officer respectfully reports.
“Hahaha.”
Damian laughs heartily in the sky.
“Good, very good!”
He’s been looking forward to this day for so, so long!
Compared to sparring with weak contemporaries on Central Island, what he really wants is to toy with those human invaders!
He’d heard from previous generals leading the expeditions…
They’d always deliberately timed their assaults to the seven-day limit, letting the humans think they had a chance to hold out, then crushing their hopes in the final moment with overwhelming Thunder.
That kind of game, sounds so damn fun.
“Deploy!”
Damian gives a light command, then turns into a streak of black light, streaking across the distant ocean.
Swish swish—
On the ground.
A million troops soar into the sky, closely following Damian’s lead into the distance.
This expedition, for maximum enjoyment, Damian purposely didn’t use the stationed troops on the outer islands of the Black Sea, pulling only a million from Central Island.
…
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The Black Sea, outskirts.
Yu Jin looks down at the islands below, tinged red with fire and swirling with countless ashes, rubbing his chin.
“The tenth one.”
He murmurs.
This is already the tenth Fallen One island he’s destroyed.
But…
So far, not a single Fallen One army has come to cause him trouble.
“Really strange.”
“Do these Fallen Ones not even have any way to communicate?”
“Or is it that these troops stationed on the outer islands are really just left to roam free?”
“But that shouldn’t be…”
“Human camp players have landed, Wasteland OL rules should’ve sent a prompt.”
Yu Jin’s expression turns troubled.
This vast Black Sea is enormous.
Even with his two million Value, it’s still hard to cover it all in a short time.
The reason he’s making such a spectacle out of destroying island after island is to lure the snake out of its hole—ideally, to draw out the main Fallen One army.
That way, it’s far easier for Yu Jin to wipe them all out in one go and maximize his gains.
“Sigh—”
“Guess I’ll keep going deeper.”
Yu Jin shakes his head, sighs softly.
Swish—
He vanishes from his spot, heading into the deeper sea.
Meanwhile,
In the deeper sea, Damian is charging in with a million Fallen One troops.
On the outskirts, at the frontier town, Athena and her team stare at the utterly calm waters of the Black Sea, more puzzled and lost than ever.
“What the hell…”
“Another day is almost gone!”
“Where are the Fallen Ones?”
“We’re supposed to hold out for seven days, so why isn’t there even a glimpse of the Fallen Ones’ advance?”
