Chapter 142 – Kill Everything That Moves!

Volume 2: Battlefield Between Two Worlds

"Old Li, protect my son and leave. Go, quickly!"

As Zhang Wenhu finished speaking, he seemed to age ten years in an instant.

"But…"

Li Shanlin looked as if he wanted to say more, but Zhang Lifei grabbed his arm.

"Let's go, Uncle Shanlin. There's no hope left…"

Zhang Lifei's eyes were filled with tears. He kept his head lowered, not daring to look at Zhang Wenhu for even a second.

Hearing Zhang Lifei's seemingly cold-hearted words, Zhang Wenhu actually smiled.

His rough hands gently wiped the tears from the corners of his son's eyes, and he nodded solemnly.

"Good. You truly are my son. I won't waste words on anything else. Just remember: stay alive! No matter what happens, you must survive!"

Seeing Zhang Lifei sobbing, Zhang Wenhu patted his son's shoulder and turned around, carefully observing the growing number of Demonic Creatures.

"The rest of you, stay here."

Behind Zhang Wenhu, as Zhang Lifei and Li Shanlin disappeared into the distance, the only ones remaining were the ten members of the Camp's High Command who were controlled by the Enslavement Contract.

Under the effects of the Enslavement Contract, these people could not resist Zhang Wenhu's orders in the slightest, even though they knew certain death awaited them.

"How ironic!"

Zhang Wenhu sighed as he looked back at the ten reluctant men, then at the Demonic Creatures that had already formed ranks and were ready to attack at any moment. He shook his head with a sigh.

"Despite having powerful Classes and an entire Camp's worth of manpower, in the end, I was destroyed by a bitch and my own Class!"

"None of you expected this either, did you?"

With a strange smile on his face, Zhang Wenhu turned back to look at Zang Pengfei and the others.

"You thought you could decide the life and death of others, but in the result, you can't even control your own lives."

By the time Wen Yu hurried to the newly established Small Stronghold, more than half of the Class Holders from the original Camp had already followed him there.

In the distance, an overwhelming tide of Demonic Creatures had occupied most of the Settlement. Only Zhang Wenhu and the few Class Holders controlled by the contract remained to face the surging swarm.

At the entrance of the Camp, Sun Ruixing was leading a large group of staggering Ordinary People, slowly advancing toward the Small Stronghold.

Everything was proceeding according to everyone's individual plans, whether they were acting voluntarily or were being forced.

"Why aren't they here yet?"

Wen Yu grew increasingly anxious, constantly turning his head to look toward the distant Mountain Forest.

Unfortunately, it remained silent.

Wen Yu didn't know what was happening with One-Eye, but he understood one thing: if the Mutant Beasts didn't appear by the time the Demon Race launched their attack, then this Small Stronghold, which Sun Ruixing and Sun Aotian had worked so hard to set up, would have to be abandoned.

At that point, the best option would be for everyone to retreat into the Mountain Forest.

"I hope they make it in time," Wen Yu muttered to himself.

Unfortunately, the development of events did not depend on Wen Yu's wishes.

There was still no sound from the Mountain Forest, and the numbers of the Demon Race continued to swell.

Finally, an Ancient Demon covered in scales slowly stepped out of the Demon Realm Gate.

Its short, thick neck twisted slowly as the Ancient Demon surveyed the surroundings, a low murmur escaping its mouth.

"So this is the world we are about to invade?"

"What a fresh, delicious scent, isn't it?" the Black-robed Demonic Creature standing beside the Ancient Demon said in a shrill, disgusting voice.

"It's alright."

Ancient Demon Aloth clearly had no desire to talk much with this Black-robed Demonic Creature and seemed somewhat wary of it. He slowly walked to the very front of the Demonic Creature swarm. First, he glanced at the pale-faced Zhang Wenhu nearby and let out a disdainful snort. Then, he turned back to look at the ever-growing Demon Realm Army behind him.

He raised his four thick arms high, as if trying to embrace the sun in the sky.

"Children, this operation is simple."

"Kill everything that moves within the range of the Barrier!"

"Roar…"

As the words of Ancient Demon Aloth fell, all the Demonic Creatures pouring out of the Demon Realm Gate let out a violent roar and charged toward Zhang Wenhu and his men, who were not far ahead.

Then, Aloth turned his head to look at Wen Yu, who was standing on the roof of the Stronghold in the distance, and let out a series of inexplicable, strange laughs.

"No wonder… no wonder you came to participate in this operation."

His voice was intentionally lowered, audible only to the Black Robe standing beside him.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you. But you must understand-that thing is mine!"

Hearing Aloth's words, the Black Robe immediately sneered.

"Understood. I am only responsible for this battle. In that case, I'll leave that fellow to you. Just don't fail miserably and end up getting slaughtered by the natives of this planet!"

Aloth's tone was tinged with mockery and annoyance, but his words were essentially a form of compromise.

"You needn't worry about that, my dear Ancient Demon!"

The Black Robe gave a slight bow, though his tone was anything but polite.

"Humph!"

Wen Yu quietly watched the surging Demon Race within the Settlement.

With hideous faces and rapid movements, their various abilities produced different effects.

In a short amount of time, they had already made contact with Zhang Wenhu and the others.

Zhang Wenhu drew his Steel Blade and slashed with all his might.

Unfortunately, given Zhang Wenhu's strength, the role he could play in this battle was far too weak.

Those standing on the roof of the Stronghold could only see scattered bursts of blood splashing everywhere. Only a negligible amount of chaos broke out among the Demonic Creatures before it was quickly suppressed.

It was over.

In a mere moment, the Camp that Zhang Wenhu had once pinned high hopes on had become history.

And the former bosses of the Camp, whether it was Zhang Wenhu or Zang Pengfei, died with absolute finality.

At the moment of death, human lives truly do not distinguish between high or low, noble or common.

"Light it up."

Wen Yu spoke to Li Shanlin beside him, then slowly walked down the stairs.

Li Shanlin pulled out a homemade detonator and carefully observed the direction the Demonic Creatures were moving.

Then, he pressed down hard.

Boom!

This was the content of Wen Yu's conversation with Zhang Wenhu.

Homemade explosives had been buried within the Settlement to serve as a grand feast for those low-level Demonic Creatures!

The method for making crude explosives was simple. Of course, limited by materials and manpower, the quantity was naturally small.

But what they lacked in quantity, they made up for by using gasoline to increase the power!

Dazzling flames shot out in all directions as the sound of violent explosions echoed far and wide. Countless Black-skinned Demonic Creatures charging at the front were instantly blown to pieces, leaving nothing behind.

Unfortunately, these were just minor tricks!

When a Level 3 Demonic Creature raised its right hand and a blue light bloomed, the explosions ceased.

Low-Temperature Wave (A-Rank, Active Ability): Creates a ripple. Within the range of the ripple's sweep, the temperature drops. The power can be freely controlled by the Host!

The Demon Race, having invaded who knows how many worlds, were absolute experts in warfare!

The fact that they lacked a technological power system was simply because they didn't need such things.

Their diverse abilities ensured that the Demon Race could handle any battlefield environment or emergency!

Under the influence of the Low-Temperature Wave, some Demonic Creatures that had not yet reached Level 1 were killed on the spot by the cold.

But in the eyes of the high-ranking demons, these losses were merely necessary consumption.

Then, the ripples spread to where the flames were rising. Within seconds, the low temperature completely destroyed the arrangements that had been painstakingly prepared in the Camp for several days.

On this battlefield, things like traps and fire-which seemed highly lethal to Ordinary People-truly couldn't make the cut!

Ultimately, what decided the course of this war was still strength!

Or rather, high-end combat power!