Final Lord

Chapter 310 Not Killing is Killing
Whenever the monsters writhe in agony in the poisonous fog, a cruel smile appears on the faces of the caveman hunters—it's hard to imagine that they were once cowardly caveman slaves.

Following Wang Bufu's undefeated record, they have begun to enjoy the thrill of battle.

"Pay attention to the output rhythm!" Wang Bufu's command pierced through the battlefield's clamor. His icy blue pupils reflected the colossal shadows that were faintly visible in the distant smoke and dust—twelve rotting mud golems were approaching with earth-shaking steps, each step of these chaotic creations, nearly ten meters tall, leaving boiling asphalt pits on the scorched earth.

The hundreds of eyeballs embedded in their rotting trunks rotated simultaneously, locking onto the vulnerable defenses behind the mushroom shield.

The Rotten Mud Golems are giant units with area-of-effect attacks. They can bypass tower shields and attack the Mushroom Shield Beasts behind them, posing a significant threat.

An ordinary commander would have ordered a concentrated attack on these giants at this moment, but Wang Bufu's lips curled into a calculating smile. He raised his hand to stop the caveman giant hunter from firing a venomous bullet, letting the shadow of death close to within thirty meters.

When the rotting clay doll's decaying knuckles had touched the edge of the mushroom shield, Wang Bufu suddenly gave the order: "Medusa, Petrify Gaze!"

Thirty Medusas emerged from behind the tower shield, their emerald vertical pupils simultaneously emitting an eerie green light, their third eye on their foreheads splitting open with a scarlet slit. Twelve petrifying rays, like precise scalpels, instantly pierced through the core of the rotting clay doll.

Those asphalt giant arms that were rising solidified into twisted sculptures, their festering surfaces turned into cold, hard, grayish-white rocks, and even the surging chaotic energy was sealed within marble-like textures.

Even more remarkably, these petrified colossi still exuded the aura of the Chaos faction. The subsequent horde of monsters was forced to divert and detour, like a tide encountering reefs.

"Very well, Medusa, step back and wait patiently."

Medusa's Petrifying Gaze can keep petrified units in a petrified state for several hours, and the effect will not be lifted unless they are attacked.

As the Medusas continued to cast their spells, more and more stone statues rose from the ground on the battlefield, eventually forming a circular rock labyrinth surrounding the obelisk.

The only passage was a two-meter gap that Wang Bufu had deliberately left open, which was now being blocked by twenty caveman hunters with crossfire—every monster that tried to cross the gap would be blasted into a sieve by a barrage of saturated venomous bullets the moment it stepped in.

The battlefield was thus divided into two absurd yet efficient parts: inside the gap was an orderly killing factory, while outside was a chaotic torrent crammed together.

The monsters trapped outside the "stone statue maze" futilely scratched at the petrified bodies of their companions, while Wang Bufu's ice-blue cloak fluttered in front of the obelisk base—this meticulously designed defensive battle was unfolding perfectly according to his pre-set script.

When Wei Yi saw this scene, she felt it was somewhat familiar.

"Isn't this the method I used to kill the crab monster before!"

Wang Bufu smiled slightly.

"It doesn't matter if a technique is old, as long as it works."

Using monsters as walls is a classic tactic commonly used by players in the previous game. This tactic, combined with enough ranged units, can create miracles of winning with fewer troops.

Wang Bufu stood in the shadow cast by the obelisk, his ice-blue cloak fluttering in the scorching wind of the chaotic zone.

He raised his hand, gesturing for everyone to look at the battlefield situation map, and traced a clear tactical dividing line in the air with his fingertips.

"Look, everyone," his voice was steady and powerful, like the unyielding ice of the polar regions, "this battle is essentially a delicate art of defense. We don't need to annihilate the enemy; we only need to hold out until the obelisk completes its reconstruction of order—" He pointed to the hourglass runes flowing at the base of the obelisk, "at that time, the obelisk will naturally purge the remaining enemies for us."

More importantly, these monsters follow a special 'law of revenge'.

Wang Bufu's slender fingers traced an upward curve in the air. "With each monster we eliminate, the strength of our reinforcements increases accordingly. Right now, those attacking us are just ordinary-level grunts, but if we're greedy and reckless..."

He paused deliberately, drawing everyone's attention to the petrified, rotting clay figures. Medusa's petrifying gaze was transforming these giants into a natural barrier, while the crisscrossing barrage at the gaps resembled a sophisticated meat grinder.

"See those lava hounds wandering among the statues?" Wang Bufu tapped the battlefield with his fingertip. "They're just ordinary Tier 1 minions right now. But once we clear out this wave of enemies, the next wave will be ordinary Tier 2 Flame Golems, then Tier 3, Extraordinary... and maybe even Epic-tier Chaos Flamehearts."

The frost patterns on his cloak swirled under the pillar of light of order. Wang Bufu turned to face the assembled generals, his voice suddenly turning cold:

"So remember, the best strategy is to trap without killing. Let these statues become our impregnable fortress, gaining the greatest strategic space with the least cost—this is the true art of war. Sometimes the most lethal attack is precisely the most perfect defense."

Seeing the thoughtful looks on everyone's faces, Wang Bufu smiled to himself.

He didn't say anything yet.

The more and stronger the monsters you eliminate during the obelisk's duration, the larger the area the obelisk can transform.

But the Flowing Fire River is an enclave that does not border any of his territories. It is surrounded by dangers and cannot be defended at all. He never even intended to defend it.

Therefore, there's no need to worry about that.

“Tick-tock—”

The last grain of sand fell to the bottom of the hourglass with a crisp sound. In an instant, the entire obelisk trembled violently, and the silver runes on its surface lit up rapidly from bottom to top like a lit fuse, finally converging at the top.

"boom--!"

A pure beam of orderly light shot into the sky from the top of the tower, like a sword of judgment cleaving through the chaotic night. Wherever the beam passed, space seemed to freeze, and time stood still—the roaring monsters, the surging demonic fire, and the flying debris were all frozen in that instant, like a war scene that had been paused.

Immediately afterwards, the beam of light suddenly expanded, transforming into countless fine threads of light that enveloped the entire battlefield like a net. Each thread of light precisely pierced the monster's body, completely disintegrating it from the inside out.

"laugh--"

The fur of the Fire Hyena crumbled inch by inch under the entanglement of light threads, turning into scattered ashes; the stone body of the rotting clay doll collapsed like a sandcastle, melting into the scorched earth; even the corrupted vultures that were still circling in the air vanished silently into nothingness, like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser.

Just as Wang Bufu said—the obelisk will take action on its own.

As the last ray of light disappeared into the tower, the battlefield returned to deathly silence. Not a single monster remained on the scorched earth; only a gentle breeze stirred up fine dust, a testament to the fierce battle that had once raged there.

(End of this chapter)