Chapter 1853 - 1847: 20 Zeros
Chapter 1853 - 1847: 20 Zeros
Up until now, Zhang Menglong had never been this furious before!
In the past, even when he ran into similar situations, he could always rush over before the most dangerous moment arrived and then turn the tide, but this time, precisely because he was delayed for a while in the Shenxiao Empire and the Fallen God Tower, something like this actually happened!
Now, several countries had joined forces to attack the Yanlan Empire from all directions, and things were getting worse by the day with several cities falling almost every day. The things those invaders did were even more outrageous than those done by the little Japs back then!
"Yun Tianye..." Zhang Menglong stared at the blood‑soaked photo.
He was also one of the Yanlan Empire’s Guardians, and he had a pretty good relationship with Gu Xiao’s father. Every time he returned to the capital, he would bring all kinds of gifts to visit Gu Xiao. In Gu Xiao’s memory, he was one of the very few people who hadn’t treated him with cold contempt just because his body had been crippled.
Just yesterday at noon, he had been captured in a brutal battle, and that very night, his corpse was hung above the plundered city. His body was covered in blood, his limbs twisted, a steel wire going in through his mouth and piercing out from his throat, his corpse displayed like a trophy before everyone’s eyes.
[Dean, there is absolutely no way this is something so simple]
"Of course I know it’s not that simple." Zhang Menglong forced himself to calm his rage. If he let anger cloud his mind, what happened next might turn into something that would be bad even for him.
It was obvious this was absolutely not just an invasion war. The Yanlan Empire was only a tiny Fourth Grade Empire, yet among the attackers there were not only Fifth Grade Empires but even Sixth Grade Empires. He did not believe the Yanlan Empire had that kind of appeal.
He even felt that the other side’s city massacres and torture killings were outright aimed at enraging the people of the Yanlan Empire! But he thought it over for a long time: the strongest in the Yanlan Empire was only a Third Grade Divine Cultivator. If someone had offended a certain person, given that person or that force’s capabilities, they could easily capture him alone and torture him however they liked.
With this analysis, the answer was practically obvious. The person they wanted to provoke wasn’t anyone else—eight or nine out of ten, it was him!
As for who this person or this force was, Zhang Menglong already had a preliminary answer in his heart.
"You’re all courting death!" A dense killing intent flashed in Zhang Menglong’s eyes. This was the first time in his life he had ever wanted to kill this badly! Sometimes, only blood could completely wash away a person’s fury.
"I’m limited on my own. Looks like I’ll have to find some outside help!" No matter what, there was no way Zhang Menglong could rush back to the Yanlan Empire tonight. The Teleportation Array was closed, and the remaining distance could only be covered by flying himself. Even with an airship, it would take at least a dozen days. Being anxious was useless.
Once the Teleportation Array opened tomorrow and Zhang Menglong teleported to the corresponding region, he would be able to reach the Yanlan Empire in at most half a day.
"Gou Dan, is there any Assassin Organization or mercenary organization here? I want to kill people!"
[There is!]
Gou Dan directly pulled up a website link for Zhang Menglong.
This was an organization founded as a startup by a disciple from the Jiedao Sect. People from the Jiedao Sect all had extremely strange personalities. Each of them carried a kind of "evil" aura—not evil in the sense of cruelty, but a bizarre, unfathomable eccentricity.
The thing they liked most was befriending all kinds of people. Some of those friends were kind and charitable, others were heinous villains. It seemed that because of this very habit, they themselves became very contradictory. They never did anything overly outrageous, yet rarely did things the general public could understand.
This organization could be considered a mission platform, but it also provided mercenary‑style services. As for the quality of these mercenaries, it was all over the place. People who took the money and did nothing popped up one after another, and sometimes they would even go against the employer’s instructions.
Under normal circumstances, Zhang Menglong would definitely never use people like this, but right now, they were actually his best choice!
Zhang Menglong directly posted a mission on this platform. Posting missions was free; the platform mainly took a cut from the reward.
Of course, you could also spend money to boost a mission’s exposure.
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Menglong spent 5 quintillion Divine Crystals to buy the top custom display slot on the entire platform’s homepage for five days straight!
"None of you are getting away with this!"
...
In a certain Seventh Grade Empire, in a dark corner, a hooded Martial Artist walked into an extremely secretive tavern.
"You’re here? Haven’t seen you for quite a while lately!" The tavern owner seemed to recognize this person and handed him a glass of bright red drink. "What mission did you go do this time?"
"Don’t even mention it. I risked my life and wasted so long, and only got a few million Divine Crystals. I almost lost my life, and there were a whole bunch of rules and restrictions. Some people want to kill, yet still yammer on about some bullshit morality. Once you’ve killed someone, what morality is there to talk about?"
"And that damned platform, now it even wants a deposit of 90% of the mission reward. If you’re unlucky, you don’t get paid and you’re already dead!"
"Hahaha." The owner laughed. "Isn’t that for your own good, for people like you? You take the money and don’t do the job, or you do it all wrong. How could they not put some restraints on you?"
"Hm? What’s this mission?" The Martial Artist drank as he checked to see if any new missions had gone online.
The very first post on the homepage instantly caught his eye. "Interesting. Arson and murder? I like this kind of mission, and it’s written pretty bluntly!"
Suddenly, his pupils dilated several times, visibly to the naked eye, his face full of disbelief.
"What is it? The mission difficulty is high?"
"It’s not difficult at all," the Martial Artist said. "The mission publisher listed a batch of Empires. The strongest among them is only a Sixth Grade Empire. As long as you go into those Empires and carry out some burning, killing, and looting—no matter the scale—it all counts as completing the mission. The reward is settled based on the extent of the destruction, with the system doing an intelligent review."
"How much can a mission like that pay?" The owner sneered. "Probably some countries pissed this guy off and he just wants some petty revenge. A bit of small‑time chaos at best."
"No!" the Martial Artist said. "There’s no limit on the number of people who can accept this mission, and the minimum pay is 100,000 Divine Crystals."
"That’s not much either!"
"I haven’t finished. This guy clearly wants to annihilate those countries! Destroy a single village by yourself and you get 1 million Divine Crystals. Wipe out a town, 100 million Divine Crystals. Destroy a city, 10 billion Divine Crystals! And if you directly wipe out the capital, the reward is 100 billion Divine Crystals!"
"There are also rewards for killing Martial Artists from those Empires. For a First‑grade Divine Cultivator, each head is 5 million Divine Crystals. For a Sixth Grade Divine Cultivator, 1 billion Divine Crystals..."
"That’s vicious. Does this guy even have that much money?" the owner asked. "If people really go all‑out on this, how much would it take just to pay the commissions?"
"Looks like this person has already deposited a guarantee with the platform!"
"This... 1 2 3 4 5..."
"Twenty zeros! How much money is that? Is this some kind of ’father‑killing’ vendetta? This guy is absolutely insane. That’s enough to completely destroy those countries from top to bottom, rebuild them, and then destroy them again dozens of times over!"
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