vrcanaries Chapter 14 Using one tiger to devour another, what do you have to fight me with?
Chapter 14 Using one tiger to devour another, what do you have to fight me with?
Siege equipment.
Wang Yan ignored Su Zihan's subsequent messages and only replied with four words.
[Unnamed: What model number?]
There was a moment of silence in the private chat channel.
[Sword as its master: City-Breaking Type I Ballista, range 300 meters, single-shot damage against a full-force attack from a LV25 elite monster, 3-second charge. Obtained by Emperor Shitian from the black market merchant, unique in the entire server.]
300-meter range.
The divine perception had just captured the target when it entered the firing range.
With his current attributes, one hit would be an instant kill.
Using conventional methods, they can't escape.
[Untitled: Thanks. We'll talk about the math problem later.]
Wang Yan closed the private chat and glanced at the map.
Five kilometers remain to the Lost Altar.
If Indra's men come from the canyon entrance, they can catch up in fifteen minutes.
There isn't enough time.
"Boss, what's wrong?" Zhuang Bugui noticed him stop and gripped the short knife tightly.
"One hundred and twenty people from the mythology, carrying crossbows," Wang Yan said calmly.
Iron Pot Stewed Goose's face instantly turned pale: "One...one hundred and twenty? And with a car? Dude, maybe...I should log off?"
"The offline character will remain in place." Wang's words blocked his escape route.
"Why run?"
He looked up and gazed at a red marker three kilometers southeast of the map—the Boulder Hill.
In my previous life, a level 30 regional lord, a cyclops, occupied that place.
That guy has a very strong sense of territory, a bad temper, and hates having more than twenty living things walking around on his territory at the same time.
A cold smile curled at the corners of Wang Yan's lips.
"Zhuang Bugui".
"exist."
"What's the maximum speed of your Ghost Step?"
"Thirty seconds, three hundred meters."
That's enough.
Wang Yan drew a broken line on the map.
"Go to the Rocky Hills immediately and find the Cyclops. Don't attack, use this."
He took a stone covered in divine powder from his backpack and tossed it to Zhuang Bugui.
"Throw it into the entrance of its lair, then escape as fast as you can and wait for us at these coordinates."
Zhuang Bugui took the stone, smelled its pungent odor, and instantly understood Wang Yan's intention.
This is the fuse.
"it is good."
Without asking a single question, he vanished into the rubble, his figure blurring into a blur.
"Iron Pot, Qiqi," Wang Yan said, looking at the remaining two, "Are you scared?"
Looking in the direction where Zhuang Bugui had disappeared, and then at Wang Yan's calm face, the man stewing goose in the iron pot gritted his teeth.
"Damn it, so be it! Big brother, what do you say we do?"
"It's simple." Wang Yan pointed to the canyon pass a kilometer ahead. "We'll go there and wait for Di Shitian."
"Huh? Just wait to die?"
"No." Wang Yan smiled.
"TOLL."
……
Ten minutes later.
The eastern pass of Black Rock Canyon.
Indra walked at the very front of the procession.
The golden ID of the guild leader gleamed in the sunlight.
Behind him stood 120 elite members of the Myth Guild, well-equipped and in neat formation.
In the center of the group, twelve players worked together to push a menacing giant ballista.
The dark steel crossbow arm was engraved with runes, and a giant three-meter-long crossbow bolt was already strung, its arrowhead gleaming with a ghostly blue light.
"Boss, the coordinates show the target is 800 meters ahead and hasn't moved," a scout reported.
"Not running anymore? Giving up?" Ba Dao, standing beside Di Shitian, sneered. He had already changed to a new weapon, but the humiliation on his face had not faded.
"No." Di Shitian shook his head, a hint of disdain curling at the corner of his mouth.
"He was waiting for us."
"I want to negotiate."
A god-killer who stirred up the entire server could only bow down in the face of his absolute power.
Indra enjoys this sense of control.
He had already prepared his explanation—hand over the god-slaying weapon and all the secrets, then kneel down, and he might consider letting the other party delete the account and start over.
"All troops advance! Ballistae ready, enter firing range, no warning needed, shoot directly!" Indra waved his hand and gave the order.
The hundred-person group began to accelerate, and an immense sense of oppression surged toward the pass like a tidal wave.
Soon, they spotted three figures at the pass.
Wang Yan stood in the very center of the pass, the prototype of the God-Slaying Rig stuck in the ground at his feet, his arms crossed, in a relaxed posture.
Iron Pot Stewed Goose and Qiqi hid more than ten meters behind him, their hands and feet trembling.
"Just as expected, they're waiting to die." Ba Dao spat disdainfully.
"stop!"
Emperor Shitian raised his hand, and the 120-person team came to an abrupt halt, stopping 350 meters away from Wang Yan.
"You're 'Unnamed'?" Indra took a few steps forward. "I'll give you a chance now..."
"Shhh."
Wang Yan raised an index finger, interrupting him.
"listen."
Indra frowned. "What are you listening to? The sound of the wind?"
wrong.
The ground is shaking.
At first it was barely perceptible, but soon it turned into a violent jolt.
boom.
boom.
boom.
Heavy, rhythmic footsteps came from behind them, from the direction of the massive rocky hills.
From far to near.
Like a mountain, it is moving.
Everyone in the Myth Guild instinctively turned around.
At the horizon, a massive black shadow stretched across the sky.
It was a one-eyed giant at least fifteen meters tall, with rock-like gray-brown skin, a tattered animal skin around his waist, and a terrifying spiked club carved from a whole giant tree.
Its single, scarlet eye stared intently at the hundred or so "intruders" before the pass, and two thick plumes of white breath billowed from its nostrils.
【LV30·Regional Lord·Cyclops·Gru】
"BOSS! Regional Lord!" someone in the crowd screamed.
"How could this be?! How did it get out?"
"It... has a strange smell!" A hunter with a keen sense of smell detected the scent mixed with divinity.
Indra's expression finally changed.
He turned sharply to look at Wang Yan, who was giving him a friendly smile.
"Now, let's talk about the toll." Wang Yan pulled the God-Slaying Prototype from the ground and carried it on his shoulder.
"President Indra, do you and your people intend to pass through my territory, or through its territory?"
"You plotted against me!" Indra's voice was filled with shock and anger.
"roar--!!!"
The Cyclops has no patience.
In its view, these hundred-plus tiny insects were the most serious provocation against its territory.
It took big strides and launched its charge.
The enormous spiked club swept in with devastating wind pressure.
"Ballad! Turn around! Aim at the BOSS!" Indra roared hoarsely.
too late.
The twelve players pushing the ballista were in a panic, unable to turn the heavy machine around.
The giant's charge took only five seconds.
boom!
The ballista, along with the dozen or so players around it, exploded like building blocks struck by a giant hammer, instantly turning into a sky full of white light and fragments.
A negligible damage number appeared above the giant's head.
-327
The ballista's last-ditch counterattack only managed to scratch the lord boss.
Indra's heart sank.
Wang Yan turned around, carrying the iron pot and Qi Qi, and walked along the path on the other side of the pass towards the Lost Altar.
"Brother, aren't we going to watch?" The stewed goose in the iron pot couldn't help but turn around.
Behind them came the Cyclops' furious roar and the desperate screams of the mythical elites.
"There's nothing to see." Wang Yan's voice came from ahead.
"One hundred cannon fodder are just enough to drive it into berserk mode."
"We'll come back and finish up after we get our things."
"Remember, President Indra is our... chief sponsor in slaughtering this beast."