Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 127: Chapter 98: Who Gave You the Illusion That I’m a Saint?

“The tanks are hiding behind, the artillery positions are ready to bomb at any time, and so many people have loaded their guns to surround us, claiming you wouldn’t hold anything against me. Now you’re telling me it’s a misunderstanding?”

Lu Wenwu’s voice wasn’t loud.

It could even be described as gentle.

But in the ears of those from the Salvation First Army present, it sounded like the devil’s manic whisper.

“I…”

Cold sweat drenched Gu Gen Sheng’s back.

He struggled to suppress the fear in his heart and met Lu Wenwu’s gaze.

Facing the other’s demon-like eyes, he couldn’t even manage to say half a coherent sentence.

“It seems you implicitly agree there’s no misunderstanding between us?” Lu Wenwu glanced around, “In that case, be mindful in your next life, and don’t always pin false accusations on your Grandpa Tyrannosaurus.”

“Stop!”

A furious voice suddenly sounded, followed by the deafening roar of machinery.

The tracks and engines were running, countless steel war machines were advancing.

However, Lu Wenwu paid no attention, just slowly raised his hand.

“Snap!”

A crisp sound of fingers snapping echoed at the scene.

Hundreds of Salvation First Army soldiers present simultaneously ignited with black flames of the Fire of Huodou.

They didn’t even get a chance to scream before instantly turning into piles of black powder.

Exept for a dozen transport vehicles of the Salvation Second Army, only six solitary First Army soldiers remained.

These six surviving soldiers were among the few who showed no killing intent when Lu Wenwu scanned them with the Eye of Insight earlier.

Although he didn’t mind killing, he wasn’t senselessly murderous.

The foot soldiers were just following orders from their superiors; even if they were reluctant in their hearts, what could they do?

“You damn demon! You killed them!”

A middle-aged man clad in a dirt-colored wool coat roared in fury.

[Salvation First Army Second Division Third Brigade Commander Xie Zhongzheng (E)]: 410/410

[Current Status]: Hatred, Fury, Fear, Intense Killing Intent

Lu Wenwu twisted his neck, confusedly looking at the idiot attempting moral coercion, “Are you out of your mind? If they want to kill me, why can’t I kill them?”

Xie Zhongzheng shouted, “Aren’t you people from the Otherworld claiming to help us deal with the Apostles? Is this how you handle the Apostles? Traitors, did you see it clearly? Who is truly right? This bloody scene is happening right before your eyes!”

Lu Wenwu’s expression remained calm as he said flatly, “First, I never said I came to help you deal with the Apostles, it’s just a coincidence I’m going to kill those bastards, that’s all.”

“Second, before dealing with the Apostles, I consider it necessary to first deal with some teammates who’d drag me down. Compared to divine opponents, I hate pig teammates more.”

“Third, I have no moral conscience, and many who have fought alongside me believe my mental state is unstable, suggesting I should get checked at Union Hospital.”

“Therefore, since the Salvation First Army thinks us Otherworld players are the source of this disaster… Then, as you wish!”

“I am Violent Dragon, the new Apostle!”

In the next instant, Lu Wenwu’s towering figure suddenly vanished.

Xie Zhongzheng felt every hair on his body suddenly rise, his heart seemed to skip a beat.

He exerted all his strength to turn his head to the right side of his body, only to see a giant dark red iron fist enlarge rapidly in his view.

No!

It shouldn’t be like this!

Why is this damn player so powerful and utterly ruthless!

Just now, the scene of the heavy artillery battery and missile bombardment against players was still vivid.

The two players, heavily injured and captured, lay humble at his feet, groveling like dogs with pained and humiliated faces replaying frame by frame.

They were shackled with powerful self-detonating handcuffs and collars.

Their faces mixed with agony and humiliation were absurdly comical.

But how did things reach this stage?

Players… Aren’t they supposed to attack the Apostles and strive to get along with us?

This was the last thought to flash in his mind.

“Bang!”

Flesh, brain matter, fragmented bones.

Everything within Xie Zhongzheng’s head exploded in all directions under Lu Wenwu’s punch.

Rapidly shooting bone fragments even pierced through the bodies of nearby guards, exiting and taking away their fragile lives.

Lan Shan stepped out from the infantry vehicle.

With cold eyes surveying the surroundings, she suddenly shut her eyes tightly.

Her cherry lips slightly parted, and her short, light gray hair shimmered brightly.

Profound and ethereal magic runes coalesced as a sharp burst like a dolphin’s cry detonated in the center of the battlefield.

The heads of countless soldiers immediately swelled like bubbles in boiling water, then quickly collapsed and shrank back.

Blood flowed from their seven orifices, and even white brain matter leaked from their mouths and noses.

That sharp large-scale Spirit Magic just now had completely boiled and melted their brains, turning them into viscous droplets mixed with blood.

Lu Wenwu turned, offering a look of approval, his foot stomped down, and the earth instantly cracked.

His mighty body soared high before forcefully crashing into the advancing tank cluster.

“Boom!”

The domineering punch landed on the ground, dirt and rocks blasted apart, a tank shattered, erupting into a massive blaze.

Numerous shocking cracks split the previously flat ground, enough to trap a giant elephant.

Substantial gusts swept across, toppling steel monsters forged from human ingenuity like tumbling gourds, turrets, and coaxial machine guns bending into twisted shapes.