National Tower Defense Survival: Start Awakening Fusion System

114: Three million points! First Emperor, I will slaughter all the pigs you raised!The blood-red night sky, for the first time, seemed incredibly long.

For most Lords of the First Sequence Battlefield, this night was purgatory.

They watched helplessly as their troops, under the sinister rules of ”Calamity · Symbiosis,” were torn to shreds by Furious Abnormalities they had personally ”nurtured.”

But for the Sky Court, this night was a feast.

As the first ray of dawn pierced the darkness, the system announcement for the end of the second night of the Hunting Ceremony echoed through the sky.

The entire world channel fell into an eerie, deathly silence that lasted for tens of seconds.

On the leaderboard, the shocking rankings made everyone’s hearts stop.

From first to twentieth place, all were uniformly branded with the Sky Court prefix.

First Place: Celestial Court · Tian Ze, Score: 3,450,000

Second Place: Sky Court · Yi, Score: 287,400

Third Place: Mad Blade, Score: 265,100

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As for that behemoth that once dominated the entire leaderboard, the Great Qin Empire, its highest-ranked member had been ruthlessly pushed out of the top thirty.

This kind of precipitous lead, this kind of crushing defeat that repeatedly rubbed the enemy’s face in the dirt, was more impactful than any venomous words.

In the Sky Court guild channel, it was already a joyous pandemonium, an ocean of happiness.

”Awesome! Damn, this is too awesome!”

Mad Blade had the loudest voice; he looked at the Void Soul-Devouring Dragon in his territory, whose HP had exceeded 200,000 and whose body was comparable to a small mountain, and laughed so hard that his saliva was almost drooling.

”I’ve never fought such a rich battle in my life! Boss, when’s the next wave coming? My great blade is already thirsting for action!”

”Amitabha.”

Sword Immortal of Wine, who usually liked to recite a few phrases, couldn’t help but speak, his eyes glazed over.

”This sword of mine, tonight, has truly tasted blood. That Soul-Devouring Dragon’s appetite is even bigger than my wine gourd.”

Miao Shou Sheng Hua and the Gourmet Supplier, these two lively characters, were gathered around a Soul-Devouring Dragon, engaged in a cross-species academic exchange.

”I strongly suspect its digestive system is connected to another dimension!” Miao Shou Sheng Hua frantically recorded in a small notebook, ”Look, when it devours energy, there’s absolutely no energy leakage; this doesn’t conform to the law of conservation of energy! Boss, this is practically the prototype of a perpetual motion machine!”

”What perpetual motion machine,” the Gourmet Supplier retorted with a serious expression, his saliva almost dripping onto the Soul-Devouring Dragon, ”This is taste! It’s the self-cultivation of a gourmet! It only eats top-tier ingredients like ’rules’ and doesn’t even glance at my dragon bone soup, which shows it has standards! I’ve decided, I’m going to develop a special ’Soul Concentrated Broth’ for it; maybe it can increase its devouring efficiency by another 50%!”

Lin Feng just smiled, watching the ”demons and monsters” in the channel who had completely let themselves go.

He leaned back on his throne, his expression calm, and brought up a data panel that only he could see.

Void Soul-Devouring Dragon (No. 01, Yi’s exclusive unit)

HP: 235,800 / 235,800

Soul Devour Stack Count: 412

Current Status: Satiated (Desire for low-level soul energy reduced)

”Already starting to be picky, huh...”

Lin Feng’s fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne, making a rhythmic sound.

Overnight, these ”cleaners,” whose initial HP was only 10,000, had grown into war beasts that no one could ignore.

Their growth potential even exceeded Lin Feng’s own expectations.

This was a good thing.

But it also laid down hidden dangers.

What would happen when their desires could not be satisfied?

Lin Feng’s gaze was profound; he never believed in eternally loyal creations, only in absolutely controllable power.

It seemed it was time to put a leash on these out-of-control ”gluttons.”

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In stark contrast to the lively atmosphere of the Sky Court, the air in Xianyang Plain, the capital of the Great Qin Empire, was now deathly thick and suffocating.

Upon the Xuan Iron Throne, the First Emperor was expressionless, merely quietly looking at the dazzling leaderboard.

At his feet was the third jade wine cup shattered into powder.

Below, civil and military officials knelt on the ground, silent as cicadas in winter.

No one dared to look up.

No one dared to speak.

Bai Qi, the General’s avatar was still gray; this God of Slaughter of Great Qin seemed to have completely shut himself off.

”Li Si.”

After a long while, the First Emperor finally spoke, his voice devoid of any fluctuations, yet it sent Li Si’s soul scattering.

”Your subject is here.”

Li Si’s body trembled violently, and he bowed his head even lower.

”My open scheme, my ’Calamity,’ became his nourishment, became his stage to show off his prowess to the world.”

The First Emperor’s tone was calm, as if stating something unrelated to himself.

”Tell me, why is this so?”

Li Si’s back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

He knew that the calmer His Majesty was, the closer his inner rage was to the critical point of burning everything down.

He opened his mouth, but found that any explanation seemed pale and powerless.

To say Heaven’s Choice was cunning?

To say that monster was illogical?

He himself found these words ridiculous.

Lost, was lost.

In this suffocating silence, a golden light flashed outside the hall.

”Your Majesty, Cicada Clothes requests an audience.”

”Let her in.”

A moment later, Cicada Clothes, dressed in simple plain clothes, walked into the hall, where the atmosphere was as cold as a tomb.

She felt the mountain-like imperial pressure, and each step she took was incredibly difficult.

She kept her head down, not daring to look at the figure on the throne.