"Grave mound..."
Luo Qingyan dazedly repeated what Lin Ran had said.
Lin Ran nodded:
"Or rather, a great cemetery... Anyway, Wiggins named it that."
"The necromantic aura within is so dense it's immeasurable, it's the perfect supply ground for summoning low-level undead units!"
"According to me, a layman, it can breed at least tens of millions of low-level undead units in a short period of time! Without damaging the foundation of that graveyard!"
"If one were to push it, a hundred million might not be impossible."
"However, in that case, the materials within the great cemetery would be depleted."
"We would have to collect them again."
Luo Qingyan was stunned:
"A hundred million undead units?!"
"Even if they are low-level, that number alone is enough to crush many, many existences!"
Lin Ran smiled:
"I haven't finished yet!"
"There are also high-level undead units, stored in another grave mound..."
"That grave mound's name sounds more high-end, something like... Hall of the Dead!"
"As for the quantity, there are less than a hundred thousand."
"However, units of the same level as the Undead Monarch he summoned today already number a full hundred."
"In terms of quality, there's no need to worry."
Luo Qingyan was even more dumbfounded:
"This this this..."
"Wiggins spent so much time collecting so many undead materials, what does he want to do?"
"He's not planning to build a city of the undead in some human kingdom, is he?"
"Oh right, since his small world has so many reserves, why didn't he use them when fighting you?"
Lin Ran sighed and flicked Luo Qingyan on the forehead:
"Stupid!"
"Do you think their so-called small worlds are as convenient as my Divine Might Space, where they can be accessed at will?"
"To communicate and retrieve items from them requires immense mental exertion and time cost!"
"Especially something like summoning an undead army, which is akin to a summoning ritual..."
"Without a stable portal as a framework, it would drain you dry in an instant!"
"He simply doesn't have that capability, alright?"
Luo Qingyan, in pain, rubbed her forehead dejectedly and said:
"So that's how it is..."
Lin Ran smiled again:
"So now, we have two complete elite armies!"
"One is the elemental army composed of the Sons of Elements, which already numbers over two million even before it has propagated..."
"The other is the undead army led by a hundred thousand high-level undead, with over a hundred million low-level undead, and it can be continuously replenished with materials..."
"If these two armies were to join forces..."
Luo Qingyan hurriedly waved her hand:
"Stop, stop!"
"You were just talking about Wiggins... Now I have to ask, what do you plan to do!"
Lin Ran nonchalantly twisted his neck:
"Of course... to defeat all enemies who dare to stand in our way!"
Luo Qingyan rolled her eyes. Just as she was about to say something, she was startled by a thunderous cannon blast.
Seizing the opportunity, she ducked into Lin Ran's embrace, then quickly turned her head to look at the arena where the sound had originated.
She couldn't believe her eyes.
The entire arena was almost occupied by densely packed steel fortresses.
These steel fortresses were connected in lines and rows, each equipped with magic-driven laser cannons and artillery, bombarding the front.
And above these steel fortresses, a man in a suit and tie, smoking a cigar, was suspended, surrounded by a pearlescent hexagonal shield.
Upon closer inspection, wasn't this Petrey from the Rooster Country!
Petrey was laughing maniacally:
"Hahahahahahaha!"
"I told you long ago, my Maginot Line is invincible, but you refused to believe it..."
"Now, haven't I crushed you all into powder?"
Looking at the arena, which had been completely scoured by artillery fire, and the unbelievably thick, dense, and formidable shield around Petrey, Lin Ran couldn't help but nod:
"Hmm! Not bad!"
"I like this talent!"
Luo Qingyan, still displeased about being startled by Petrey, couldn't help but say:
"I never imagined you'd like this kind of thing..."
"I thought you would disdain such a despicable turtle-shell tactic!"
Lin Ran chuckled:
"You misunderstand..."
"What I like is the thrill of smashing such turtle shells."
"These opponents we've encountered so far are getting weaker and weaker..."
"Even if some of them are indeed strong, they're not resilient enough! They disappear after a few touches, what's the fun in that."
"It's guys like this that make it exciting!"
"I hope I get to face this guy in the upcoming draw."
Besides Lin Ran and Luo Qingyan, the other contestants looked grim.
What a Maginot Line! He's quite something!
If nothing else, this shield, comparable to absolute defense, is enough to give others a headache.
Not to mention that Petrey can continuously deploy armed fortresses, construct flying discs, and set up fixed turrets...
Once he spreads out this chaotic battlefield, it's very easy to get lost in the soaring artillery fire.
Then, one would fall into a vicious cycle of being unable to break through Petrey's defense and unable to dismantle Petrey's summoned units, until one is bombed to death.
To avoid this situation, one must break through Petrey's turtle shell as early as possible...
And Petrey's attack power is not to be underestimated; he has already vaporized three Tier Six and one Tier Seven, making him very troublesome!
Especially for the captains who are naturally weak in offense, their moods are even more dreadful.
Compared to Lin Ran, who was excited and eager to fight, it was a mixed bag of joy and sorrow.
As Petrey's battle concluded, the competition had also completed another round, and it was time for the 64-to-32 matches.
Just as Lin Ran stood up, preparing to go for the draw, he suddenly felt a flash of brilliant light in the sky, and a very bad premonition arose within him.
A fleeting glance from the Eternal Kaleidoscope and Rinnegan, as if glimpsing the trajectory of fate, made him uneasy.
Lin Ran quickly sat back down, closed his eyes, and began to pursue that wisp of mystery...
As his thoughts deepened, Lin Ran, in a daze, saw a vision.
In a state of primordial chaos, eighteen stars of various appearances inexplicably appeared.
These stars revolved in a celestial orbit, and he was the central point of their rotation.
Their only commonality was...
The overlapping of malefic stars, a twist of fate!
In other words, each of them was a solitary star of calamity, destined to encounter disaster!