National Tower Defense Survival: Start Awakening Fusion System

34: Twin Towers to Suppress Demons! A symphony of Hell’s Tower and the Wrath of the Stars!This time, the threat came from the sky.

Thirty enormous, pitch-black hot air balloons, each carrying a bomb-cradling Goblin, swayed as they drifted closer.

The regional channel was once again filled with wails and lamentations.

”Damn it! It’s balloon troops! My melee units are completely useless!”

”These things self-destruct when they die, dealing 500 damage. My hero can’t take that!”

Lin Feng’s eyes flickered.

A death rattle, dealing damage to the ground directly below?

This meant that if he stood still and shot with his bow, once he struck down a balloon, he would be caught in the 500 points of area damage.

”Interesting.”

A cold arc formed at Lin Feng’s lips. Instead of retreating, he controlled his War Lord, starting to move rapidly on the ground while drawing his menacing Dragonbone War Bow. The bowstring was pulled to a full moon, emitting a grating creak.

Whoosh—!

An arrow imbued with terrifying power, like a black lightning bolt tearing through a blood-red sky, shot from the string! It accurately pierced the body of a balloon, its violent force even leaving a visible white shockwave in the air!

Boom!

The balloon instantly exploded into a burning mess of rags in the air. The bomb-cradling Goblin shrieked as it plummeted, crashing to the ground with a violent flash of fire! The brutal shockwave blasted a charred crater into the ground, sending fragments of rock scattering!

Meanwhile, the War Lord’s figure had already appeared ten meters away, not even a speck of dust on his feet.

He was no longer an elegant hunter, but had transformed into a master of the battlefield, controlling life and death. His every movement precisely calculated the bomb’s landing point and explosion radius; his every draw of the bow anticipated the balloon’s flight path and his next shooting position.

Whoosh! Boom! Whoosh! Boom!

The continuous explosions sounded like a symphony of death played for him. Thirty balloons, like thirty blood-red fireworks forcibly detonated in the air, were shot down by him one by one. The entire battlefield was turned upside down by him alone.

And he was completely unharmed.

”Ding! You have successfully repelled the sixth wave of monsters!”

”All three attack ratings are: Perfect!”

”You have gained: Gold x3000, heavy oil x2000!”

”Do you choose to enable the Elite Challenge?”

Lin Feng glanced at his once again abundant resources, then at the ominous red glow of the Blood Moon countdown on his panel, which was about to reach zero, and decisively chose to refuse.

”For the Blood Moon, I must be steady,” he thought coldly. ”Any unnecessary waste of resources could become the last straw that breaks the camel’s back.”

His gaze penetrated the victory before him, landing on the deeper, more unknown darkness beyond.

The night passed in oppressive silence.

When Lin Feng stepped out of the stone hut again, it was not dawn that greeted him.

Instead, it was a terrifying, viscous, blood-like, eerie sky.

The entire world was shrouded in a dim, blood-red hue. The air was filled with a thick, unyielding smell of blood, as if even breathing could choke on blood spatter. The fortress platform beneath his feet exuded a chilling coldness.

”System Announcement: The Blood Moon has descended!”

”Today, all PVP and PVE activities are prohibited! All Lords must defend against three waves of [Blood Moon Demon Tides] in their own fortresses, matching their main base level!”

”Good luck, everyone.”

The cold announcement, like a tolling death knell, echoed in the ears of every survivor.

The regional channel, which had just been incredibly noisy due to various PVP skirmishes, was, after a brief silence, completely ignited by a panic more pure and desperate than any before.

”It’s over! I just dumped all my resources into upgrading to level seven yesterday, and my Mage Towers are still at level five. How am I supposed to fight this?”

”Me too! To start PVP early and raid, I emptied my entire treasury. Now I can’t even get 500 gold from the warehouse; I can’t even build a temporary Mage Tower!”

”Help! Is there any expert who can share a low-tier strategy to pass? Please! I don’t want to die!”

”Matching main base level? Damn it! Isn’t this punishing us who rushed our bases? The system is too insidious!”

The entire channel was filled with panic, regret, and curses caused by hasty upgrades. Those ”strong ones” who were gloating yesterday about plundering lower-level players now became the first lambs to be judged under the Blood Moon.

Lin Feng expressionlessly scanned the texts overwhelmed by fear, his eyes without a single ripple.

Every step he took was steady and methodical. His strength perfectly matched his main base level.

After a night of rest and the previous frantic PVE and PVP plundering, his resource panel had reached a level that would make anyone envious.

”Gold: 15700”

”heavy oil: 10000”

He opened the building list, his gaze finally settling on the ultimate defensive structure unlocked at level seven, representing the pinnacle of single-target damage.

”Hell Tower.”

”Build.”

”Cost Gold x5000.”

Rumble—!

A grotesque black tower rose from the core defense area of the fortress, causing the entire platform to tremble. It was entirely constructed of some obsidian-like material, with eerie, demon-rib-like structures coiling around its body. At its apex, a dark-red crystal, seemingly congealed from magma, emitted an ominous yet deadly glow.

The Hell Tower has descended!

Lin Feng looked at its terrifying, continuously increasing single-target damage, and a thought uncontrollably surfaced. Should he fuse it with the Star Fury Mage Tower? A super defense tower that combined the strongest single-target and strongest area-of-effect damage—just thinking about it was enough to make any enemy despair.

But he almost instantly dismissed this tempting idea.

His finger tapped lightly on the virtual panel, his brain having already completed a cost-benefit analysis.

”Cross-category fusion halves attributes. The core of the Hell Tower lies in its purity.”

”Its value is that unreasonable, exponentially increasing single-target damage. Any weakening is the greatest blasphemy against it.”

”To sacrifice its most core advantage for an uncertain area-of-effect is foolish.”

”Until a perfect fusion partner is found that can create a 1+1 > 2 qualitative change, maintaining its purity is the strongest approach.”

Lin Feng’s eyes instantly became clear and rational.

He decided to let these two epic towers, representing the pinnacle of single-target and area-of-effect damage, face the impending Blood Moon Demon Tide in their most primitive, purest forms.

Just then, beneath the blood-red sky, the distant mist began to churn violently, as if an ancient beast was about to awaken. An unprecedented, suffocating sense of oppression washed over them.

”The first wave of the Blood Moon Demon Tide will arrive in sixty seconds.”

Lin Feng slowly walked onto the city wall, his cold gaze piercing through the churning blood-red mist.

Behind him, one was the Arcane Tower that devoured stars, and the other was the Hell Tower that incinerated all things.

He stood ready for battle.

The ground began to tremble slightly.