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Chapter 159 Battlefield
Chapter 207: Battlefield
Because the total number of Contractors participating in the trial was only around 500, and there was still a 50% chance of the Reincarnation Mark failing to be stripped.
So, even if he killed all the Contractors except himself, it would only amount to roughly 250,000 paradise coins.
But if that were converted to World Origin, it would be 250%, enough to obtain a world-class treasure chest!
Of course, these were all ideal scenarios.
Unless he could kill everyone before boarding the plane and ensure he wasn't executed by the Paradise, such a thing wouldn't happen.
But comparatively, choosing World Origin was indeed more cost-effective.
After stripping the mark, Mu Yang stood in place and waited. The hunting Yasenman people only returned ten minutes later.
"Gugulu la (unknown language)!"
The moment he saw Mu Yang, this red-skinned little giant, dressed as a primitive person, became extremely agitated, and the stone spear in his hand was swiftly thrown towards him.
The re-engraved magic runes instantly condensed and blocked the stone spear.
Mu Yang stomped his right foot forward, closing the distance, and at the same time, swung the greatsword in his hand towards the Yasenman person.
To his surprise, the Yasenman person not only didn't dodge or evade but instead threw a heavy punch at him, intending to trade injuries with his tenacious vitality and strong physique.
However, this primitive person had clearly forgotten how his stone spear had been blocked earlier.
Whoosh!
The sword's edge cut through the air, bringing a hint of cold light, and under Mu Yang's control, it only struck the primitive person's abdomen.
And the primitive person's attack was naturally blocked by an invisible shield.
"Guga!"
He let out a pained cry, his body uncontrollably flying backward, rolling twice on the ground, and then became motionless.
"Hiss, did I use that much force?"
Mu Yang feigned hesitation, looking at his right hand, seemingly not very wary of the Yasenman person lying on the ground, nor did he notice the gleeful expression on the other party's face.
Seeing Mu Yang's attention drawn by his performance, the playing-dead Yasenman person immediately got up and ran, not daring to look back at Mu Yang even once.
"Cunning in character and very strong in physique, it's truly not simple for this Yasenman to survive in the Red Zone."
Taking a sword strike directly only caused his abdomen to cave in, and he was able to recover quickly enough to escape. The Yasenman peopleindeed had some unique qualities.
Following this friendly guide, Mu Yang found this guy's tribe.
Unfortunately, this was not the one he was looking for; Old Baal was not in this tribe, but this trip was not without Harvest.
Because across this tribe, on the other side of the mountain, was the battlefield between the Yasenman people and the Void Zerg.
[Currently judging the charm attributes of both sides. Judgment successful. Our charm is 45 times that of the enemy. 100% of enemy data can be obtained.]
The data is as follows:
Name: Sting Scorpion HP: 69%
Mana: 12 / 60
Strength: 18
Agility: 16
Stamina: 10
Intelligence: 5
Charm: 1
Skill 1: Exoskeleton Lv.2 (Passive)
Skill 2: Dissolution Lv.5 (Passive)
Skill 3: Void Zerg Lv.10 (Passive): Can survive in extremely harsh environments, can digest over 80% of organic matter.
Skill 4: Swarm (Passive): When the swarm number exceeds 300, Strength +2, Agility +2; when it exceeds 1000,
Strength +3, Agility +3; when it exceeds 5000, Strength +5, Agility +5.
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[Hint: Contractor has come into contact with the two main factions in the Red Soil Zone. 20% of Red Soil Zone intelligence is now open.]
[The Red Soil Zone is semi-naturally generated, with scarce food, limited freshwater, and lurking dangers—]
[70% of the Red Soil Zone is occupied by two types of creatures: the Yasenman Tribe and the Void Zerg.]
[The war between the two major races in the Red Soil Zone has lasted over three hundred years. Currently, the Yasenman Tribe occupies 31% of the Red Soil Zone, and the Void Zerg occupies 39% of the Red Soil Zone.]
Mu Yang knew all this information; seeing it again now served to reawaken those memories.
In the Red Soil Zone, even though the Daughter of Yang was considered the creator of the Red Soil, she dared not easily provoke the Void Zerg, precisely because of the sheer number of the Insect Race.
A single Sting Scorpion, even other Contractors participating in the trial could easily crush it, but a thousand Sting Scorpions, even if Mu Yangused fire, would take half a day to roast, not to mention the consumption.
And now, the Sting Scorpions on this plain alone exceeded ten thousand.
So, if the Insect Race Queen gave the order for all Insect Race to dig beneath the Red Soil and attack the Daughter of Yang's main body, it was not impossible to kill her.
It was just that at present, the Insect Race Queen still didn't know that the Red Soil she had lived on for so long was actually alive.
After a brief thought, Mu Yang walked towards the direction of the Yasenman Tribe. He had no intention of interfering in the war between the red-skinned natives and the Insect Race; he merely wanted to find some opportunities.
But things didn't go as he wished; he found that the small hill he was on was inexplicably surrounded by the Insect Race and the Yasenman people.
Mu Yang's brows furrowed, and several crimson fire walls rose from beneath his feet, temporarily blocking the tide-like swarm of Sting Scorpions.
High temperatures scorched the air, and a silent burning pain ignited across the plain.
A burnt smell permeated the air. The Sting Scorpions in the front row struggled continuously in the flames, yet still stubbornly attacked the fire wall, eventually carbonizing—
On the battlefield, shouts of killing and the screeching of the Insect Race mingled into a symphony of death.
These chaotic sounds undoubtedly caused a subtle change in Mu Yang's emotions, but he was more worried that he might face unknown trouble.
Without being subjected to sensory misdirection, it was impossible for him to inadvertently step onto the battlefield. As far as he knew, the Daughter of Yang, who could do this, had no reason to attack him. So, he suspected there was a problem beneath this plain, or with the Insect Race and the Yasenman people.
"Trouble—are you behind this?"
Mu Yang questioned the pseudo-yang hidden in the sun wheel, asking if it was causing trouble, while reinforcing the fire wall.
"I don't have the ability to induce perception. Even if I did, with my current state, it would likely be ineffective against you.
You should first figure out how to deal with the swarm. If you die here, it would be a good thing for me."
The pseudo-yang said calmly.
Hearing this, Mu Yang looked in the direction of the swarm.
Within the range of his vision, dense Sting Scorpions engulfed the red soil and the air, their grotesque exoskeletons reflecting a glossy, cold light under the sparse red soil sunlight.
The number of enemies was indeed considerable, but Mu Yang didn't put them in his eyes.
Still, the same old saying: he could fly.
Mu Yang banished the scorching sun and embraced the blood sun, black and red intertwined wings spreading behind his back.
The next second, his figure vanished from its original spot, his astonishing speed leaving trails of afterimages in the air, eventually disappearing from the battlefield.
"Ga—!"
Not long after, the small hill where Mu Yang had just been suddenly bulged high as if boiling, then rapidly collapsed.
A giant insect, with a diameter exceeding 2 meters, opened its gaping maw towards the direction he flew, letting out an unwilling roar.
This giant insect greatly resembled a centipede magnified a thousand times, with bronze-colored chitin engraved with unknown golden patterns, and countless pairs of sharp appendages growing beneath each segment of its body.
However, the giant insect's face was a human's ferocious, painful countenance, making its overall appearance extremely bizarre.
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