Serial Player
Chapter 345 - 45: I Really Wish You Could Make a Move

Chapter 345: Chapter 45: I Really Wish You Could Make a Move

In the sky, a black hawk circled, observing everything on the ground.

On the ground, the wreckage of the camp was burning.

The soldiers slept quietly in the sea of fire, putting an end to this terrible nightmare.

Meanwhile, Li Changhe was searching in the wreckage for the long nails he had thrown.

He single-handedly wiped out the forces of World War II, a plot force with hundreds of men.

Li Changhe experienced a peculiar sensation.

The scent of cold blood permeated his nostrils, and his mind was in an absolutely rational and calm state.

Every muscle, every bone, every nerve maintained absolute focus. There was no unnecessary movement.

The black hawk whirled in the air, observing every move of the enemies from a high angle.

The [Hawkeye Demon Eyes] calculated the trajectory of the bullets.

It was similar to a game that Li Changhe had played, Angry Bee.

It was a bullet hell shooting game. Players controlled fighter planes to face the enemy’s frenzied bullet barrage.

To survive, they had to predict the dense barrage of bullets and find a few attack loopholes.

Li Changhe’s state was just like the fighters in the game, predicting and calculating all the bullets flying towards him for a counterattack.

Concentrating, he dealt with multiple attacks from different directions simultaneously.

The slightest mistake could lead to serious injury or even death.

The effect ’Fluid Ejection’ of [Sanction Nails] could refract when it hit a solid object at an oblique angle.

With [Remote Attack Expert] and [Hawkeye Demon Eyes] calculating the trajectory, the nails bypassed obstacles and precisely nailed all the machine gunners. Some soldiers didn’t realize until their death that they were being attacked from behind or the side.

The [Blade Wool Cloak] draped over the Mountain Pattern Armor evolved into several weapons, launching a sword and knife feast.

Li Changhe himself had [Weapon Damage Reduction 30%] and the [General Mountain]’s Covenant Enhancement [Melee Damage Reduction 3%].

He mercilessly crushed all the soldiers who dared to fight against him with bayonets.

Despite their best efforts, the soldiers couldn’t break Li Changhe’s defence.

This was the irresistible power and despair-inducing strength of his attributes.

In less than ten minutes, Li Changhe killed more than a hundred soldiers like a god of death.

At this point, the power of World War II was completely wiped out.

Next to a burning wooden house, Li Changhe squat down and pulled the last long nail from the dead middle-aged officer’s body.

He put it back in the box on his left waist.

Lowering his head to look at the stripes on the officer’s shoulder, he whispered from behind the bronze mask, "It’s not just you who know how to overturn the table..."

Yes, overturning the table.

Volga’s bombardment was equivalent to overturning the table.

Upon realizing that the battle situation was turning unfavorable, he decisively chose to fire. Not desiring to turn the tide, instead opting for mutual destruction.

If both sides are destined to lose, it is better to die together. It was akin to a gambler overturning the table.

The soldiers from both sides were the stakes. The more stakes, the greater the advantage.

Abandoning the stakes that were about to be lost and making the other side pay equally, or even more severely, in return.

This was Volga’s mindset. Decisive and rational.

Li Changhe just did something even more drastic, he annihilated all his stakes, that is, all of the World War II soldiers!

However, high concentration and high density combat left Li Changhe somewhat fatigued.

Battling an army of a hundred, built from a World War II cohort, revolving the use of skill sets like — [Breath of Thunder], [Hawkeye Demon Eyes], [Shadow Step], and [Indomitable Ride of Hundred Tigers] — caused a considerable drain on his physical strength value and energy value.

Li Changhe plunged his horizontal blade, already nicked and slick with blood, into the ground.

It stood as if a tombstone.

A gravestone erected within the enemy camp, compensating for the honor of the Great Tang’s Thousand Cattle Guard General.

This was Hu Shao’s cherished blade, with which Li Changhe had once slain over a dozen soldiers.

Patting the hilt of the blade, Li Changhe felt a tinge of regret.

All he could do now was to avenge them.

"I have actually killed over a hundred people..." Li Changhe muttered as he gazed at the camp, swallowed by flames.

"They are the enemy, it doesn’t matter how many you kill," Yun Ting responded lightly, "This doesn’t seem like you."

Despite being a homebody, Yun Ting was a demon, born from the aggregation of resentment. She had just helped Li Changhe strangle several enemies. Seeing him sentimental, she couldn’t help but advise him.

"Brother Ting, I am not melancholic. As for enemies, be it a thousand men or ten thousand men, they need to be killed. If they live, I die. You know my..." Li Changhe answered, pausing to reply, "...I’m merely surprised that one man can kill so many. Warfare really is a detestable strength."

Yun Ting paused, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Is this because of Hu Shao and their deaths... you...?"

"Yes... My soldier proficiency has advanced one step closer to the extraordinary."

"The ancient generals, in deep grief over the loss of their royal guards, drew their swords and took on a hundred enemies single-handedly. Facing ten thousand men, with their bold spirit, they were referred to as... Profound Level Soldiers!"

Li Changhe exhaled deeply, "I am unsure of how I triggered it, but I was indeed in that state of heightened strategic thinking during combat earlier."

"Using the death of comrades to strengthen oneself, that’s what my Indomitable Ride of Hundred Tigers does, and so does my Extraordinary Soldier proficiency."

Clearing away the drying blood from his body, Li Changhe chuckled self-mockingly, "It truly is disgusting..."

Yun Ting didn’t know what to say, so she just patted his shoulder.

While drinking his potion, Li Changhe gazed toward the forest.

He noticed the wavering shadows in the trees, as if something was about to burst out from within.

He knew those were savages attracted by the campfire.

And he knew that savages weren’t the only ones at the edge of the forest presently.

The retribution was not without strategy.

The enemy’s [Player] assassin escaped severely wounded by Moon God and himself, whereabouts unknown. If they didn’t use items like [Teleportation Scroll]. They definitely wouldn’t be faster than Li Changhe’s [Phantom Longboat].

As for the high energy one, He Feng and Cangyue Ming had him under control. He was currently held captive at the Great Tang camp under He Feng’s personal supervision, posing no threat anymore.

The location of the highly physiological [Black Palace Player] had been tagged by Moon God. With Moon God’s power, delaying time until Li Changhe finished his task was feasible.

What remained was the archer. The shelling was presumed to be his masterpiece. Calculating the trajectory of his bombardment, the launching point was at a certain distance from the World War II camp.

That is to say, at a certain point in time, there were no [Players] or Transcendents in the World War II camp.

This was Li Changhe’s opportunity to strike.

No one would expect a single soldier to assault a plot force, let alone succeed!

Li Changhe gazed towards the forest, a black hawk circled high above him.

Ready to dodge bullets at any moment.

It was highly likely that the archer was close, or perhaps already here, awaiting the opportunity to strike.

The azure flames flickered, accompanied by the backdrop of the burning camp and the ossified remains, seeming like a specter.

"I hope you make a move, and allow you to experience what it feels like to be shelled!"

"Old Li, come to the deep pit," the message came first from the [Friends] heading.