Dayu’s divine figures kept emerging from the forest.
Everyone carefully counted, and there were a full twenty-four more God Women, Demon-Subduing Vajras, and Li Shutongs!
Some Chen Family soldiers who had played games suddenly felt like they were playing a game: there was a troop deployment point in a certain cave in this Forbidden Zone, and they were playing an ancient tower defense game, constantly fighting the bosses that spawned.
They weren't facing a normal opponent; they were facing a game’s mechanics, system, and bugs.
They weren't facing a normal human.
“Crazy!” Chen Family’s painter, watching his soldiers being slaughtered, finally couldn’t help but yell in frustration, “Crazy! Only a madman would use their artwork like this!”
Initially, he thought Dayu using four paintings at once was already outrageous.
Now, with forty-eight paintings appearing one after another, it had challenged the Chen Family painter’s understanding.
This time, Dayu gradually adapted to multitasking. He dispersed all the paintings’ divine figures, integrating them as a whole, around the Chen Family troops.
Furthermore, he began to practice the coordinated combat of twenty-four divine figures.He had to practice this sooner or later; after all, he would eventually be using twenty-four paintings at once. He had no choice but to practice.
Even if it was just swatting mosquitoes, he would use twenty-four divine figures!
It’s not for anything else; this combat method was simply too enjoyable.
It’s like playing a strategy game, where at first, you diligently study how to operate, make money, build cities, and recruit talent.
Then, one day, someone gives you a string of mysterious code.
You type the code into the console and discover you have infinite money and infinite cooldowns.
At this point, your actions are frenzied; like retaliatory consumption, you madly make up for your past stinginess.
You want to beat the game bosses hundreds of times before you’re satisfied.
And the most crucial point is, Dayu’s paintings wouldn’t always remain at twenty-four. He would continue to create; in a few years, his paintings without cooldowns would be thirty-six.
At that time, what would Chen Yu be? What would the Master of Daybreak be?
Dayu was excited at this thought; he wanted to return to the cave and continue creating right away.
At this moment, the wild battle group in the Forbidden Zone had only over a hundred people left. They surrounded the Chen Family painter in the center, and the commander pleaded, “Please make your move. There are too many enemy paintings; only you can handle this. We can’t hold on any longer.”
The Chen Family painter was stunned for a long time: “Even my combined paintings aren’t this extravagant.”
He only had twelve paintings left. Once he used them, he would have no more trump cards.
If other painters in the family knew about this, they wouldn’t take him seriously anymore; after all, what is there to fear about a Chen Family painter without paintings?
However, he had no choice. The reinforcements would arrive in an hour. He had to hold on until then to survive.
The Chen Family painter, his face contorted, crushed the twelve paintings.
For a moment, it was as if the twilight of the gods was slowly descending upon the Forbidden Zone. This was a real fight between gods, something ordinary people couldn’t interfere with.
The Chen Family painter instructed, “Prepare individual heavy firepower weapons. Once Chen Yu’s paintings are drawn to my attention, immediately use concentrated fire!”
However, this time was different from last time. Dayu’s paintings didn’t entangle with these twelve divine figures; instead, he was determined to kill all the Chen Family soldiers first.
The divine figures chased each other in the Forbidden Zone’s forest. The Chen Family painter almost spat blood. His paintings chased after Li Shutong, hacking wildly; however, the Li Shutongs were extremely fast; he couldn’t even cut a piece of their clothes.
Instead, his already dwindling number of soldiers were all slaughtered.
“Commander, where’s the commander?” The Chen Family painter turned to look and discovered that the commander beside him had fallen to the ground at some point, with a demon-subduing pestle stuck in his head, his legs still twitching.
Only then did Dayu’s controlled divine figures turn their firepower to attack the Chen Family painter’s paintings, surrounding them again.
Seeing the situation was unfavorable, the Chen Family painter turned and ran into the forest. He vaguely recognized the direction and searched for the approaching reinforcements.
Luckily, no one chased him.
In the dark Forbidden Zone, a figure silently followed him, pursuing the Chen Family painter until he met up with the reinforcements, then left.
The brigade commander looked at the Chen Family painter, who had become a lone commander: “Why did you return alone?”
The Chen Family painter said breathlessly, “We were ambushed. That little brat Chen Yu used all his lifetime’s paintings – a total of forty-eight A-Class divine figures. We eliminated thirty-nine of them!”
When the brigade commander heard this, he immediately showed respect: “You’ve worked hard. It must have been very difficult to kill thirty-nine A-Class divine figures created from paintings.”
“Let’s not talk about that,” the Chen Family painter said angrily. “Attack now! Quickly! He’s out of paintings; he can’t make any waves. Kill him! Where are the painters in your unit? Tell them to see me!”
This Chen Family painter was the stabilizing force in the vanguard, with relatively high status and seniority. The painters in other units were his juniors.
He had never been this disgraced.
The Chen Family painter coldly said to the brigade commander, “He has no more trump cards. Even with nine paintings left, they wouldn’t pose a threat to a well-organized army. Speed up! Find him and kill him!”
At this moment, Qing Chen woke up.
He had only slept for two hours before anxiously coming to check the entrance of cave number four.
Qing Chen admitted he was naturally hardworking. Unless the world was at peace one day, he couldn’t relax.
Arriving at the entrance of cave number four, he curiously asked, “How many enemies did you kill?”
Dayu sat cross-legged on the ground, proudly saying, “Fifteen hundred people.”
Qing Chen was silent for two seconds: “That’s all?”
Dayu opened his eyes, glaring angrily: “What nonsense are you talking about? Annihilating a wild battle group in two hours is equivalent to the combat power of a brigade!”
Generally, three times the troops are needed to annihilate the enemy in a short time.
Therefore, Dayu considered himself equivalent to a brigade, which is correct. A brigade’s combat power is the standard for measuring a Demi-God.
Qing Chen looked at Dayu’s arrogant expression and said, “With that much time, you could have summoned two batches of divine figures. Annihilating a group with forty-eight A-Class divine figures is indeed a bit slow. I don’t mean anything else; I just want to discuss your combat methods to see if there are any areas for improvement.”
Dayu suppressed his anger: “You eat meals one bite at a time, and you kill people one by one. Although the divine figures are powerful, they don’t have mass destruction capabilities.”
Qing Chen was stunned: “You used the divine figures to kill the enemy one by one?”
“Otherwise?” Dayu asked.
“Why don’t you paint some divine figures with special abilities, such as the fire god Zhu Rong, the water god Gong Gong, and the thunder god?”
Zard chuckled, “Paint a Thanos and snap your fingers.”
Dayu raised his voice: “This isn’t a good system! Also, paintings with special abilities can only be painted by a Demi-God. Otherwise, even if you paint special creatures like the three-legged Golden Crow, its flames are short-lived. Unless it’s against someone like Zard, it’s not very useful, and its combat power isn’t long-lasting.”
“I understand,” Qing Chen said. “Wait, the safe house has so many weapons in the Fire Pit. Don’t you want to utilize them? I saw that there are enough weapons in those wooden boxes to equip a brigade. There are automatic rifles, grenades, and even six Gatling guns. Why aren’t you using them?”
The Grand Elder was startled.
Dayu was also startled.
Dayu’s stiff tone softened again: “How can divine figures use modern weapons?”
Qing Chen couldn’t help but laugh.
Just say you didn’t think of it.
Dayu wasn’t a rigid person. He would choose the most efficient method even when painting. How could he disdain using weapons?
Qing Chen said to the Grand Elder, “Grand Elder, please run a trip and move those weapons over. Zard, Shibo, you go too. Many hands make light work. Take the heavy weapons first. You take an AK, I’ll take a Leifu; let’s grow bigger and stronger, creating new glories.”
The Grand Elder didn’t hesitate. Currently, everyone was fighting for the Fire Pit. If the Fire Pit was gone, what use would these weapons be?
As boxes of weapons were moved over, the Restorative Shroud’s cooldown also finished.
Dayu summoned twenty-four paintings again. Six Li Shutongs each took a Gatling gun; their training suits’ left and right pockets each held a grenade.
Nine God Women hovered in the air with flamethrowers.
Nine Demon-Subduing Vajras no longer used their demon-subduing pestles; they threw them on the ground and switched to automatic rifles, with several high-energy bombs hanging on their arms.
They transformed into the Bodhisattvas of Gatling, the Bodhisattvas of High-Energy Bombs.
It was terrifying.
Even Dayu, a pragmatist, couldn’t help but frown at the divine figures’ new appearance: “This looks too strange.”
Qing Chen asked, “Just tell me if it’s useful.”
“It’s useful.”
The Grand Elder sighed, “When it comes to amazing operations, you have to look at Knight. If Chen Black Tortoise of the Chen Family had this kind of operation, the Federation would probably be surnamed Chen.”
Before Qing Chen woke up, the Grand Elder had watched Dayu exploit bugs and was already shocked.
After Qing Chen woke up, it was simply outrageous! It was outrageous to the extreme!
Qing Chen said to Dayu, “Next time you paint, just paint the Gatling guns directly; it’ll save ammunition and weapons.”
Dayu grimaced, “I can’t materialize them!”
“Then forget it,” Qing Chen said regretfully, “Let’s do it. Let the Chen Family army learn a lesson; this will also help the Chen Family patriarch weaken Chen Yu.”
The next moment, six Li Shutongs carrying Gatling guns rushed out of the cave, followed by the other divine figures.
The Chen Family wild battle brigade rapidly advanced northward, quickly tracking towards the entrance of cave number four.
The brigade commander asked the Chen Family painter beside him, “Are you sure he’s still alive with only nine paintings left?”
The Chen Family painter hesitated and nodded, “Although I didn’t see him use up his paintings, you know how long it takes to create a painting.”
Even if one painting takes two months, forty-eight paintings would take eight years.
If it takes three months, it would take twelve years.
Chen Yu is only 27 years old. Even if he’s exceptionally talented and started Cultivation at the age of four, reaching A-Class at 18 or 19, forty-eight paintings are the limit.
Unless Chen Yu is a painting genius like Chen Black Tortoise, not needing blood to nourish the paint, using his will to paint true charm.
But in this world, there’s only one Chen Black Tortoise.
Moreover, Chen Family painters also have shortcomings. When they reach a new level, they need to repaint. The paintings nourished during the B-Class level will always be B-Class; only the divine figures painted at the A-Class level can be A-Class.
Therefore, the Chen Family painter was certain that Chen Yu had no more stock.
That brat had exhausted his resources for the Fire Pit.
At this time, a scout in the army said, “Ambush! Ambush! The enemy has broken through the reconnaissance line!”
On the other side, the Chen Family painter was still saying to the brigade commander, “Just rest assured and wipe them out. There won’t be any problems… what the hell!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and retreated into the crowd.
He saw six Li Shutongs, each with a Gatling gun, advancing side by side in the front of the wild battle brigade. They were like the big shots in gangster films, their expressions cold as they pulled the triggers.
These divine figures came too quickly. The wild battle brigade’s reconnaissance range was five hundred meters, but for these A-Class divine figures, they could penetrate it in a few seconds.
When the drones discovered the target and tried to attack them, it was already too late.
The drones couldn’t keep up with their speed!
A decapitation squad of twenty-four A-Class divine figures was decapitating a wild battle brigade of 4500 people. This level of combat was unimaginable.
Even Qing Family Shadow didn’t have such a large-scale operation.
At this moment, the huge recoil of the Gatling guns in Li Shutong’s hands didn’t affect the A-Class paintings’ power. In just a moment, the front ranks of the wild battle brigade hadn’t even reacted before Li Shutong swept down a large number of them.
The sound of “da da da da” echoed in the Forbidden Zone, and yellow bullet casings fell to the ground.
If this painter could survive by chance, he would probably be terrified when he saw Li Shutong’s photos.
Not only that, God Women were moving freely in the treetops, throwing high-explosive steel ball grenades one by one to the ground. The roaring sound was incessant. The Chen Family painter felt like he was attacked by an army!
He crawled on the ground and burrowed into the crowd of the wild battle brigade, feeling a little safer when he reached the center.
When this Chen Family painter stood up, he saw the Demon-Subduing Vajra not far away holding five automatic rifles with five arms and continuously shooting; the remaining arm was changing magazines for the other five automatic rifles.
Amazing! It was clearly a Demon-Subduing Vajra, but it looked like a gangster.
The Chen Family painter was furious. Chen Yu, what about your dignity as a Chen Family painter? How could you use divine figures like this?
Don’t you have any respect for divine figures?!
Moreover, counting this batch, there are seventy-two paintings. Don’t you run out of paintings?
The Chen Family painter recalled his previous ridicule of Dayu. With so many paintings, of course, he would just go all out.
You laugh at your brother’s gold watch, your brother laughs at your hard life.
Amazing!
He took out his satellite phone and mustered the courage to call Chen Yu again: “Boss, Boss! That little brat from Chen Ningzhi’s family actually has seventy-two A-Class paintings. We can’t hold on!”