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Chapter 1141 - 791 Laughter

Chapter 1141: Chapter 791 Laughter

Finally, the battlefield black sheep that Li Changhe had been longing for once again appeared before him.

And it was here to deal with Brother Dong, a player from a Different Race.

This made Li Changhe terribly happy.

For most human players, being surrounded by players from a Different Race might be bad luck, but for Li Changhe, it was an unexpected delight.

All he hoped for was that this battlefield black sheep would be more enduring to ride than its kin.

After all, it was a high-level player who had made it into this round of the Hundred Generals Trial Sword.

This black sheep’s attributes must be quite high, hehehe~ It would be even better if there were an Abyssal Worm player from a Different Race.

However, Li Changhe looked at the battlefield black sheep, which was as big as a small hill. Seeing its glossy coat and that robust muscle and body, he expressed great satisfaction.

So he said softly, "Then you shall be... Earth Dragon Number Three!"

Although Earth Dragon Number Two was highly aggressive, after all, it was just a vehicle. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to catch a black sheep that could fight and pit to ride?

The players from a Different Race obviously didn’t understand Li Changhe’s words and couldn’t even hear clearly since they were too far away.

But the steps of the battlefield black sheep mysteriously stopped. It sensed a fleeting yet extremely dangerous warning, which was even mixed with the sad resentment of its own kind, urging it to flee immediately.

What is this? Has this assassination target killed its own kind before?

A hint of foreboding crossed the mind of the battlefield black sheep. However, it only hesitated for a moment before continuing towards the village.

Mankind risks their lives for wealth, as birds perish for food. This saying also fit the players from a Different Race perfectly.

The Sea Clan was willing to pay generously to kill ’Yang Dong.’ Moreover... it didn’t believe its side would lose given the current situation.

Before it was discovered, the other party had already been fighting those earthworm-faced monsters in the village for a while. There had to be some depletion. And on its side, other players from a Different Race were quickly approaching. All dangerous fellows, how could it possibly lose?

Moreover, its instinct told it that there was a strong weapon nearby.

As a battlefield black sheep nurtured in the miasma of the battlefield, this would be an irresistible temptation.

As the players from a Different Race approached, Wuji and the others stopped clearing the earthworm-faced monsters and looked towards the approaching Different Race players.

"General?" Wuji, floating in mid-air, said, "Leave two for me?"

"Actually, I’m the one holding you back, so let me handle it," responded Li Changhe. "I’m not afraid of being surrounded."

These guys were indeed after him, and in a way, he had dragged his teammates into this.

Plus, considering it involved Brother Dong, Li Changhe decided to take care of these guys himself and not trouble his teammates.

"I know you’re not afraid of being surrounded, but at least leave me one," said Wuji seriously. "No matter who is fighting a Different Race, I, the Xuanyuan Sword Master, must lend a hand! It’s a matter of principle!"

Wuji’s identity as the Xuanyuan Sword Master was little known; he planned to make a splash in the Hundred Generals Trial Sword. Now that he had encountered players from a Different Race, he felt he had to join the fight.

Li Changhe thought it was okay and said to Wuji, "Then suit yourself, but don’t touch the black sheep."

"What for? Saving it for hot pot?" asked Wuji, looking at the battlefield black sheep that had approached to about two hundred meters away. "You’re not thinking of writing a Classic of Mountains and Seas Cookbook, are you? I can help you taste test."

"Of course, it’s for riding," Li Changhe smiled. "As a descendant of Soldier, I always have to learn from the old General, right?"

"Then you’ve made a decision that goes against the wishes of our ancestors," Wuji teased. "The old General used to ride a panda! As a Soldier descendant, you should ride a panda too, can’t forget your roots! If not, ride a bear at least!"

"Cut it out," Li Changhe retorted. "Then as the Xuanyuan Sword Master, shouldn’t you be commanding three thousand beauties?"

"Isn’t that asking for death? Hey!" exclaimed Wuji in shock.

While they teased each other, they chose their targets. Big Iron Pestle and Xia Yun, on the other hand, were clearing the earthworm-faced monsters while keeping an eye on the players from a Different Race. They knew they probably wouldn’t need to take action.

Indeed, for a player to be surrounded by players of the same stage would be very dangerous. But if it was Li Changhe who was surrounded, the situation might turn around.

Meanwhile, the first apostle had fallen silent. In [Friends], he had learned that the third apostle was engaged with Yang Dong, and he had seen the Black Great Wall... If that was the real Great Wall Yang Dong, then who was he facing?

If this guy wasn’t Great Wall Yang Dong, then why did he recognize his Sea Clan identity and even mention the Sea King’s title?

Could it be Yang Dong, who had a grudge against the Sea King and the Queen and was cursed by the Sea Clan?

Had he got the wrong person, or had the third apostle made a mistake?

Soon, the first apostle suppressed the chaotic thoughts and quickly made a decision.

"Whether this guy is Yang Dong himself or not, he is undeniably related to Yang Dong and is also cursed by our race, which makes him even more intolerable!" The first apostle decided not to spare anyone, already being enemies with the human players, what would be the harm in killing a few more?

Therefore, he abruptly raised his right hand and then smashed it down with force.

That was the signal to begin the action, and at the same time, it was his attack.

As his arm fell, the thick black clouds in the sky flashed with wild lightning arcs, lighting up the entire area.

The next second, the tip of a gigantic sword pierced through the black clouds, slashing down with the speed of thunder. The momentum connecting heaven and earth was daunting!

This was the power and blessing bestowed upon the first apostle by Hailing Mountain, the Lightning Heavy Sword!

Creating thunderclouds, and with the force of Divinity, condensing thunder to form a mountainous sword, initiating a terrible attack from above.

In the world of the Sea Clan, how many stubborn powers had surrendered upon witnessing this scene?

With immense destructive force, it also came with a wide-ranging paralysis effect.

Once the target was hit, even if it did not kill the opponent, it would render them immobile for a period.

The moment that the Lightning Heavy Sword cleaved through the village, those human players, dead or alive, were attacked by the other three Different Race players!

However, just as the thunder sword was swiftly stabbing towards ’Yang Dong,’ who was still sitting on the Bronze Throne.

The first apostle saw ’Yang Dong’ raise his left hand, and there seemed to be something in his hand too?

He wanted to use some equipment to fend off the sword that was obscuring the sky and sun? Ridiculous!

In the face of this colossal sword, how insignificant are mere humans? Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot! If you were to flee the throne, I’d at least acknowledge your effort!

But in the next second, the thunderous giant sword that pierced from the black clouds, like a mountain peak, eerily stopped atop ’Yang Dong’s’ left hand.

As if it was effortlessly lifted by ’Yang Dong’s’ one hand.

No matter how the tip of the sword flickered with electric arcs, it couldn’t descend even an inch.

The first apostle’s face underwent a drastic change, as he felt the Divinity on the sword draining away rapidly.

The next instant, the giant sword let out a ’crack’ sound. Dense and vast cracks instantly spread across the entire blade. Then it shattered and was sucked in like a vortex into the ’Yang Dong’s’ left hand above.

It was only then that the first apostle saw clearly; it was a pitch-black sphere. Like a black hole, it devoured all the Divinity on the great sword, completely...

Swallowed the Lightning Heavy Sword!

And ’Yang Dong,’ from beginning to end, had never left his Bronze Throne!

And from the black sphere in his hand came a sound.

"Hehehe~"

That weird and satisfied laughter echoed through the village, over the desolate wilderness, through the valley where Divinities had fallen, and into the endless void!

"Indeed, it’s a remarkable God Sin..." Wuji, standing behind with a bronze sword, spoke faintly: "Watch, it won’t be long... It... He lacks but one opportunity. Just like when I, who had slain Chiyou and Xingtian!"

Atop the throne, Li Changhe put down Old Lead, who was still laughing foolishly, thinking that he probably hasn’t fed a certain thing properly, for Old Lead’s laughter was chillingly crafty.

"...So that’s your laughter," Yun Ting remarked in his mind.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Li Changhe denied internally while raising the Mechanic Bow and the Black Dragon Spear.

And beneath the throne, flames of blue started to rise...

"Blue flames! Indeed, he is Yang Dong!" the first apostle shouted, "Kill him, and the Sea Clan will be your eternal ally, and the Sea King will grant you Divinity and blessings!"

Yang Dong’s characteristics recorded by the Sea Clan — blue flames during skill release and the Tingdaros Hound — left no room for error, it must be ’Yang Dong’!

But as the azure flames rose, and ranks of armored warriors emerged, the Different Race players abruptly stopped in their tracks.

"...Wait! Something’s not right here?" the battlefield black sheep abruptly halted its hooves.

"Go to hell, bluster and bluff!" Both heads of the Double-headed green skin shouted out in anger: "This is definitely not Yang Dong!"

"Blue flames, the Great Tang Expeditionary Army..." the Shadow Demon said faintly: "It’s Li Ba!"