National Tower Defense Survival: Start Awakening Fusion System

40: Cut off the firewood from under the cauldron! A gamble of reverse thinking!From tens of thousands, it had dwindled to just over two thousand.

The entire war zone seemed to have been wiped clean by an invisible hand.

Those so-called powerhouses who had gone berserk in PVP, savagely raising their fortress levels, were almost completely swept away by the first two waves of the Blood Moon’s assault.

Those who survived until now were all either deeply rooted or ruthless individuals who harbored some heaven-defying defensive trump cards.

The regional channel was filled with a chilling silence.

No one had the energy to wail anymore.

Nor did anyone still hold onto the illusion of being rescued.

All survivors were using every means possible to repair their battered fortresses, making their final preparations for the terrifying third wave of the demon tide that was about to arrive.

It was at this moment that the familiar ID, like an ominous streak of blood, reappeared.

He said, “Oh, so many people died after only the second wave? How boring.”

He said, “I thought they could last a little longer. It seems like the time is almost up, the final roll call is about to begin!”

His words were like a cold needle, fiercely piercing the solidified silence in the channel.

But this time, no one refuted him.

Those who had survived until now were not fools.

They all knew that the Lord named Little Devil likely possessed terrifying strength far beyond ordinary imagination, making them tremble.

Lin Feng’s gaze swept over the arrogant text without a moment’s pause.

The clamor of a mere clown was not worth him wasting a single second of his processing power.

All his attention was highly concentrated, locked firmly onto the increasingly turbulent blood-red sky.

The final judgment was coming.

A cold, majestic, emotionless system announcement, like a thunderclap from the heavens, boomed in the ears of all survivors!

The third wave of the Blood Moon Demon Tide will arrive in sixty seconds!

Final Boss Information: Ironclad Lord!

Ironclad Lord: Health 20000, Attack 500, Armor 100, Magic Resistance 50.

Skill One: Ironclad Warrior Barrel: The Ironclad Lord will summon a flying barrel full of Ironclad Warriors, ignoring unit obstruction, directly smashing near the city wall, releasing 3 Ironclad Warriors (Health 200, Attack 100, Armor 50).

Skill Two: Supreme Lock: The Ironclad Lord will permanently imprison the highest-rated single-target damage defense tower on the field, rendering it unable to attack in this battle.

Skill Three: Unyielding Will: The Ironclad Lord recovers 20% of his maximum health every 15 seconds.

Skill Four: War Roar: When his health is below 50%, the Ironclad Lord will enter a state of war frenzy, all attacks become area damage, and attack power doubles!

When this seemingly unsolvable monster panel was presented word by word to everyone.

Lin Feng’s pupils suddenly constricted into the most dangerous needle-points.

His gaze did not linger on the twenty thousand health, nor did he care about the terrifying attack power.

His sight, like a red-hot branding iron, was seared onto that line of cold text.

Skill Two: Supreme Lock.

Permanently imprison... the highest-rated single-target damage defense tower?

His eyes uncontrollably turned to the core defensive area of his fortress.

That grim, towering structure, entirely black, with molten fire burning on its top, exuding an aura of endless destruction.

Hell Tower.

This was no longer a simple tactical targeting.

This was a blatant, undisguised, explicit, and precise sanction from the system!

A bone-chilling killing intent, climbing frantically up Lin Feng’s spine, rushed straight to his head!

He had just felt a touch of complacency about his vast gold reserves, and the next second, the system’s announcement was like a whole barrel of ice-cold water from the far north, dousing him from head to toe.

The Hell Tower was imprisoned.

This meant that he instantly lost his most stable, most powerful, and only single-target output point capable of dealing effective damage to a BOSS of this level.

He was facing a super monster with twenty thousand health, high dual resistances, and the ability to recover a full 4000 health every 15 seconds!

Pulling the rug out from under him!

Even more fatal was the Ironclad Warrior Barrel.

This skill perfectly bypassed the frontline flesh-and-blood defense he had painstakingly constructed with Rock Guardian and Goblin Hut, allowing forces to be accurately deployed directly at the base of his city wall, directly threatening his fragile backline structures.

This was a dead end.

A seemingly inescapable, almost flawless situation, as if tailor-made for a “tower defense” player like him.

In the regional channel, the remaining two thousand-plus players completely collapsed after seeing the full attributes of this BOSS.

Despair spread like a plague.

“Imprison the highest-rated single-target tower? My only purple Heavy Crossbow Tower is useless! What’s the point of fighting then?!”

“Recovers 4000 health every 15 seconds? Four thousand points! Whose output can withstand that? This is not the strength an L7 should have!”

“It’s over... completely over...”

One after another, avatars that had just flickered with a will to survive, after leaving their final words, completely turned into a dead gray.

Lin Feng forcibly suppressed the violent shock in his heart, his brain operating like a supercomputer infused with high-voltage electricity, running at an extreme speed.

Don’t panic.

Especially at times like this, one must remain calm.

From an absolutely rational perspective, he quickly assessed all his existing combat power.

His gaze swept over the Hell Tower.

Useless.

His gaze swept over the Holy Witch Tower.

Polymorph is ineffective against a Lord; it can only serve as a tool to summon super cannon fodder, a drop in the bucket.

His gaze swept over the Star Fury Mage Tower.

Annihilation Ray is ineffective, it’s for clearing mobs, but against the BOSS’s high dual resistances, the damage is almost negligible.

His gaze swept over himself.

The War Lord, equipped with the Greed Blade, had a pitifully low base attack, completely unable to break through defenses.

All his trump cards.

Every ace he was proud of.

At this moment, it was as if the system had precisely anticipated, analyzed, and countered them one by one in the most ruthless way.

Conventional thinking had led him into a dark dead end.

He had to break the deadlock.

Lin Feng’s eyes sharpened, a cold flame burning in his pupils.

His gaze frantically scanned his building list, as if searching for a glimmer of hope in endless sand.

Cannon? Attack speed too slow, damage can’t keep up with the BOSS’s healing.

Arrow Tower? Completely countered by armor.

Anti-Air Rocket? High attack power, but it’s anti-air, not anti-ground, completely useless.

Wait...

Not anti-ground?

This term, which he had subconsciously overlooked, suddenly ignited like a forgotten match in the darkness!

A crazy thought cleaved through all the fog in his mind!

What if it could be anti-ground?