Published: March 2, 2025
Looking at the missiles falling from the sky like raindrops, at this moment, Wen Yu seemed to experience the power of technology...
Just kidding!
What a load of crap.
Watching the missiles explode ahead, creating large mushroom clouds, and then seeing the crippled fourth-tier and above demonic clan members charging out from the center of the mushroom clouds, Wen Yu shook his head expressionlessly.
Before the apocalypse, after the First and Second World Wars, countries were secretly competing in an arms race—every world leader understood that strength was the principle of diplomatic reasoning.
However, when the apocalypse arrived and the professional system emerged in the blink of an eye! The entire war system from before the apocalypse collapsed with a loud bang…
Nuclear bombs are powerful? Sorry, but now, with just one punch, Tang Haofei can create an explosion equivalent to that of a nuclear bomb.
Intercontinental missiles are strong? Sorry, but fourth-tier and above demonic creatures can’t be killed by them; they’re even inferior to the dark wave Wen Yu casually waved with his hand!
Other than the long-range strikes, which have some merits, the power of conventional weapons really doesn’t impress Wen Yu.
"However, I didn’t expect much from these anyway..."
Standing on the city wall, Wen Yu sighed softly and then looked into the distance.
The defense system at the New Hope Gathering Place is scattered and uncoordinated—Wen Yu wasn’t adept at these matters, and Lin Haifeng's vision was too narrow, having never been exposed to high-end goods; as for mutated beasts, the entire outer defense of New Hope Gathering Place only consisted of three lines.
The first line was a minefield built of landmines—now completely flattened by demonic cannon fodder using their lives; the minefield laid out over ten days had only managed to hold back the demonic clan for less than ten minutes!
The second line was the defensive weapons of the city wall, which could exert power continuously; Wen Yu had bought plenty of ammunition from Lin Haifeng, costing him only a few magic crystals. But the effectiveness?
Wen Yu didn’t need to look to know that these obsolete artillery and machine guns could only bully the fighters among the garbage, and even a small number of high-end weapons would have nearly no impact on the entire battlefield.
The third line was the long-range fire support from the Beijing gathering place.
The missile strikes that looked effective were merely fireworks that produced noise in the eyes of true strong ones; as long as it was a fifth-tier demonic creature, if it wasn’t hit directly by an intercontinental missile, it didn’t have to worry about its life being threatened—at most, it would be seriously injured. The demonic clan in the rear could heal these severely wounded demonic creatures with a series of healing skills, enough to restore their fighting capacity in a short time!
"So, in the end, living still relies on oneself..."
Wen Yu expressed a vague sentiment, watching as the demonic clan army broke through three layers of defenses, slowly raising his right hand.
A green light flashed from Wen Yu's right hand, and the next second, an explosive roar erupted into the sky!
The demonic creatures rushing from afar saw Wen Yu standing on the wall, with a vine growing in the wind from his right hand, instantly lengthening and thickening, then branching out, and branching again...
In no time, a bizarrely shaped towering giant tree stood proudly above the New Hope Gathering Place!
"Become my nourishment..."
A detached voice spread across the battlefield, and the next second, the towering giant tree collapsed with a loud crash, countless branches of all sizes spreading out from Wen Yu's right hand like snakes, instantly covering the ground with a layer of green carpet.
"Zzzz..."
"Thump thump."
The sounds of flesh tearing, sucking, and wailing resembled a beautiful symphony...
Until the entire battlefield fell silent.