Doomsday Summoning Frenzy

The mutated beast swarm had been completely dismantled by the Corpse Puppet and Cloud Puppet. The battle formation from earlier was long gone, and those mutated creatures lucky enough to escape the battlefield were crying out in panic, trying to flee this bloody place, only to be picked off one by one by the Cloud Puppet and Corpse Puppet!

The master had said to kill them all... which meant not leaving a single one behind.

There was no need to hold back—there was nothing to spare for these brainwashed wastes. Perhaps the Corpse Puppet felt some reluctance, but the Cloud Puppet looked down on them with disdain.

He upheld Wen Yu's attitude towards this incident!

And so, the slaughter continued...

Standing on the city wall, Fang Bai involuntarily stretched out his right hand and opened his palm. He had just wanted to urge the Corpse Puppet to show some mercy, but gazing at the rolling thunderclouds in the sky, he swallowed his words of advice.

He was very clear about the cause and effect of this matter. Although he felt a pang of guilt, this incident, which began with negotiations among the three, could only end with the will of one!

Thus, Fang Bai fell silent, and Lin Haifeng in the communicator fell completely speechless.

Until the last mutated creature walked toward death...

"Ka-la~~~"

As the last flash of lightning passed, the Corpse Puppet stood among the piles of corpses, and for some reason, even the Corpse Puppet, who fed on corpses, felt a slight sense of disgust at that moment.

Blood, severed limbs, broken arms, organs...

Dirty, chaotic, enough to make one nauseous...

He just gasped heavily, trying to suppress the guilt rising in his heart. At that moment, the voice of the Cloud Puppet sounded in the air.

"If you need anything, call me. I'm going back to sleep now."

For the Cloud Puppet, this was an extremely simple battle, but for the Corpse Puppet, it was different.

He wanted to retort with "What do you know?"... but after thinking about it, the Corpse Puppet swallowed those words back down.

Having done what was done, there was nothing more to say.

So, he turned back and looked toward the outpost base in Zone Seven.

What came into view were figures standing as still as wooden sculptures.

These gazes were complex, like knives, piercing deep into the Corpse Puppet's heart.

He had never seen such eyes—every time he took action in the past, he would be met with cheers and applause, but this time, those once-admiring gazes had changed.

They seemed like mountains, pressing down on the Corpse Puppet from all directions!

Yet he simply faced those gazes and walked into the city, returning to his dwelling, then forcefully shut the door behind him.

Conflicted? Very much so...

The Corpse Puppet thought for a long time, and finally, he revealed a bitter smile.

"You tell me, what is the difference between me and those mutated creatures I slaughtered?"

No one responded, but the Corpse Puppet understood...

There really was no difference.

...

Mocha had given him an hour, and it was truly too much.

When he walked through the teleportation passage into the main battlefield, all he saw was blood and charred remains.

The air was silent yet filled with the stench of blood; the damp liquid gradually stained his eyes red. He raised his head and looked toward the distant outpost base in Zone Seven.

There, the personnel who had come to "watch the battle" had already dispersed, leaving only Fang Bai standing alone. In that moment, their eyes met, and almost simultaneously, they revealed bitter smiles.

Fang Bai, the overall commander at the front line of the military in Beijing, and Mocha, the former front-line commander of the celestial god faction—one beneath thousands! But in the higher-level game, they were just pawns without control over their own fates.

Thus, Mocha gasped heavily, suppressing his restless emotions. He closed his eyes and walked step by step toward the outpost base in Zone Seven by feeling.

He did not wish to witness the spirits of the soldiers who had once fallen under his command.