Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1696: Chapter 893: Kill!

Qing Chen’s body and mind were on the brink of destruction.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t hold on, but rather he had held on for far, far too long.

The land outside Silver City was completely devastated, riddled with craters everywhere.

He carried Boss He on his back, as if his 18-year life was approaching its twilight.

Yet strangely, as life began flashing before his eyes, his master sat at the place where his dreams began, saying... you won’t die.

Qing Chen slowly opened his eyes on the battlefield, surrounded by a blue glow, and found an unexpected person beside him... Zheng Yuandong.

Zheng Yuandong held the Black Eye of Truth in his hand, sharp and formidable like a drawn sword.

It turned out that Boss He had entrusted the Black Eye of Truth to Boss Zheng before this crossing and instructed him to pass it on to Qing Chen.

Above them, ice walls continuously formed, with Boss Zheng standing like an immovable mountain, blocking all incoming artillery fire.

At this moment, Boss Zheng turned to look at He Jinqiu on Qing Chen’s back.

For some reason, Qing Chen had never seen such a complex and mournful expression, but just one glance felt like a millennium.

In that millennium, things changed, the seas turned into mulberry fields, mountains became plains, and birds vanished.

At this moment.

”Boss!” someone shouted excitedly, ”That limited-edition skin of yours looks a bit tragic!”

Qing Chen looked down and saw Zard poking his head out of the dirt.

Zard, looking at Qing Chen covered in shrapnel with blood gushing from his abdomen, thought it seemed a bit tragic, yet somehow a bit cool...

Qing Chen forced a smile: ”How did you guys get here?”

Zard said, ”We tried hundreds of times with the Key of Gate, and finally managed to open it in Silver City, only to find you guys have already fought your way out.”

Zheng Yuandong said in a serious tone, ”Now’s not the time for chitchat. The enemy’s artillery fire is likely to rain down on us here.”

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Moments earlier, in the Silver City Army, Lao Wu stood coldly in the command vehicle, watching the Holographic Sand Table, which was shrouded in smoke, unable to discern if Qing Chen had survived.

But it didn’t matter. After such an amount of ammunition, Qing Chen was bound to die.

However, at that moment, Lao Wu’s pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw a layer of ice wall rapidly forming at the edge of the artillery strike zone, creating an icy blue dome amidst the smoke.

With a loud boom, the howitzer intended for Qing Chen exploded on the ice wall, blasting a large hole in the newly formed barrier.

But inside, there was another ice wall.

Moreover, above these two walls, a new layer of ice was regenerating, endlessly and unceasingly.

Outside, the ice wall quickly reformed, in the blink of an eye, sealing the breach perfectly.

No one knew how these ice walls appeared or why they were strong enough to withstand artillery fire.

When the vast, layered ice walls emerged, the entire Silver City Army was stunned.

In their eyes, there shouldn’t have been any living soul on that battlefield; mechanically bombarding it was simply to vent Lao Wu’s frustration.

But there really was someone alive on that battlefield!

Yet Lao Wu knew Joker had to be there!

He shouted, ”All artillery teams, obey the order: adjust your aim, fire upon the ice wall.”

On the field, gunners rapidly adjusted parameters, pistols swiftly rotating on motorized tracks, all targeting the objective.

In an instant, shells roared into the air; rarely in human warfare had over a hundred self-propelled artillery focused on a single location, in such a cost-ignoring, hate-fueled assault, it was ferociously intense.

Hundreds of shells landed on the ice wall; the layers were instantly shattered and ground to dust.

Amidst the smoke, the blinding ice wall stood like a target, drawing all the fire.

Right after the twelfth shell fell, all three layers of ice walls vanished.

But it wasn’t over; another barrage of hundreds landed as if to finish the job.

Lao Wu stayed silent, waiting for the smoke to clear, wanting to see if Joker’s remains were in that massive crater.

Perhaps, there would be nothing to see anymore; under such fierce bombardment, the other side should be pulverized to dust.

In the wind, the smoke cleared, and Lao Wu was suddenly struck by the satellite-fed Holographic Sand Table.

The charred crater looked as if struck by a meteor... but beneath it lay a passageway wide enough for two people!

Lao Wu was dumbfounded, what’s going on, why is there suddenly a tunnel below the crater?

Who dug the tunnel, and when was it dug?!

”No, Joker isn’t dead; someone saved him!” Lao Wu angrily said, ”Quick, deploy all drones to scout the forest. He must be there! Search! Once he’s spotted, report the coordinates immediately!”

The three army divisions moved instantly, heading toward the vast forest.

Drones buzzed to life, swarming into the forest like a horde of wasps.

In battles like this, when soldier numbers exceed ten thousand, they become an unending sea of people, and these three divisions, numbering thirty thousand, splitting into formations, swept over the woods like a tsunami.

At the moment, Zard stealthily poked his head out of the ground, glancing around the forest: ”Safe!”