Golden Shovel Survival: One Lucky Star and One Colorful Hex

Chapter 285 I heard you were looking for me?

"Foreign devil, enough talk, let's get started!"

Zhang Sheng was already eager to start the battle.

"Hehe, as you wish!"

Tony snorted coldly and didn't waste any words. Ten four-star five-cost Dravens behind him took to the air, and a powerful sense of oppression immediately spread out.

"Ten four-star, five-cost units. It seems this kid must have bought a lot of stuff or killed a lot of players when he came here." Zhang Sheng's eyes narrowed.

"Heh, scared now? I originally only wanted to finish you off with a four-star, five-cost unit, but I'll let you die knowing why, and show you what the difference in skill really means!"

Tony grinned arrogantly.

"Afraid? I think you're dreaming!" Zhang Sheng sneered.

Four four-star five-cost units appeared behind Zhang Sheng, while three four-star five-cost units each appeared behind Lu Xiaodong and Qin Ming. These three four-star five-cost units were Ornn, Lee Sin, and Thresh.

But that's not all. More importantly, Zhang Sheng also set up nearly a hundred super cannon vehicles, whose futuristic design exuded a powerful sense of oppression.

"It's just a super cannon vehicle, we have that too."

Seeing this, Tony also had his people bring out the super cannon trucks, numbering nearly a hundred!

"Brothers, kill!"

Without further ado, Zhang Sheng let out a furious shout.

"kill!"

Many Chinese players were not afraid at all and began to charge towards the other side.

War broke out immediately!

boom! boom! boom!
The roar tore through the air, like an ancient thunderstorm falling to earth. The light bursting from the chess pieces' skills was like an inverted galaxy, with red, orange, blue and green intertwining to form a flowing waterfall of light, scorching the desert with blackened patterns.

The super cannon's barrel spewed out lightning, and the laser beams tore through the clouds like divine punishment, causing the entire sky to twist and tremble in blinding light.

At the same time, twenty demigod figures collided like meteors, and ten four-star five-cost warriors under Zhang Sheng's command clashed with the strongmen of Tony's camp in mid-air. The energy aftershocks turned into visible ripples, and each collision stirred up a shockwave powerful enough to overturn sand dunes.

The heavens and earth seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, emitting a hum that could not bear the weight of the clash between demigods.

At the same time, all the players took out various buff scrolls, and the battlefield was filled with shouts of battle. Every second, pieces would fall and create gaps, but they would soon be filled by pieces from behind.

"No wonder online games used to love nation wars and guild wars; this scene does look really exciting."

Just then, a figure silently appeared behind Xia Chuchu and Xiao Xiao, a pair of clear, bright eyes like a galaxy looking at the battlefield in front of them and making a comment.

"Brother Mo Lang!"

The moment Xia Chuchu heard that voice, she trembled and immediately recognized it as the voice she had been longing for day and night. Overwhelmed with excitement, she turned and rushed towards Mo Lang.

"Alang!"

Xiao Xiao no longer suppressed her emotions and rushed towards Mo Lang.

Mo Lang immediately felt various mountain peaks of different shapes pressing down on his chest, constantly squeezing him, which made him lose his senses.

After a month of abstinence, I ignited instantly.

Zhang Sheng and the others were intently watching and directing their chess pieces, unaware of Mo Lang's arrival.

They didn't even notice that Mo Lang, Xia Chuchu, and Xiao Xiao had disappeared from the spot.

Because the two women were standing at the very back.

"Heave-ho... Heave-ho..."

Mo Lang was engaged in a fierce battle at the base, while Zhang Sheng and his group were engaged in a fierce battle in the Shurima desert. Everyone was giving it their all, and their shouts were deafening.

…… ……

"Damn it, at this rate, we'll run out of pieces."

Zhang Sheng frowned as he observed that the strength of the high-ranking officials on both sides was roughly equal.

“We have a numerical advantage, at least twice as many as the opponent, and the quality of our pieces is about the same,” Lu Xiaodong said. “The key is how many of us there are; it all comes down to who has more scrolls.”

"To be honest, we're still way behind Brother Lang. If Brother Lang were here, he could probably wipe out the entire enemy team with a single sword strike, right?" Liu Bo said with some envy.

Why should we compare ourselves to perverts?

Chen Ergou shrugged and said, "It's like a beggar trying to compare himself to a rich kid. Isn't that just putting pressure on himself?"

"You're so magnanimous..."

Qin Ming patted Chen Ergou on the shoulder and said, "Beggar."

"roll roll roll!"

After joking around for a while, everyone threw themselves back into the battle.

"Whoo~"

Mo Lang took out a cigarette and lit it afterward. He didn't feel tired at all; on the contrary, he felt refreshed.

No wonder people say that as long as you know how to be moderate in your sexual activity, it's good for both of you.

Xia Chuchu and Xiao Xiao were equally satisfied, their faces flushed, as if they were paralyzed on the bed, breathing slowly.

"I didn't expect it to take four hours so long."

After finishing his cigarette, Mo Lang checked the time and said, "Go take a shower. Big Fatty and the others should be done fighting by now."

"No, Brother Mo Lang, my legs are too weak to move." Xia Chuchu said coquettishly, lying on Mo Lang's left side.

"Me too……"

Xiao Xiao blushed as she spoke.

This is truly due to the improvement of Mo Lang's strength.

Even they were finding it hard to keep up.

"Alright then, I'll go see what's going on and why it's been going on for so long." Mo Lang got up, took a shower, got dressed, and then disappeared from the spot.

Having reached the level of a second-tier deity, the teleportation scroll was completely useless to him.

When he reappeared, Mo Lang was already in the skies above the Surima Desert. The battle of the low-cost pieces was almost over, and it was clear that the Chinese players had won.

The only match that remains undecided is between four-star, five-cost units, who are still locked in fierce battle with the support of various scrolls.

"This can't go on; we're almost out of scrolls," Lu Xiaodong said, frowning.

After all, the other side possesses resources from several major regions, and although they have a large number of people, they have dispersed their resources.

In such times, it is clearly more harmful than beneficial.

"Come on, the other side should be running out of scrolls soon, we're about to win!"

Tony hadn't expected these Chinese players to be so troublesome, but he still smiled and said, "It's been so long, and that kid named Mo Lang still hasn't shown up. I think something must have really happened to him."

Just then, Mo Lang appeared in the middle of the battlefield, still dressed in the same outfit—short-sleeved shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. His powerful aura emanated from him, as if a god-king had personally descended. Tony's ten demigod-level chess pieces were directly suppressed and fell to the ground from the air, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, stirring up endless dust, lying prostrate on the ground, unable to move.

Mo Lang turned to Tony and said, "I heard you were looking for me?"

(End of this chapter)