Man on the ark, forced to become king

"Where did you pull this thing out from?"

Lin Lu looked puzzled. If he remembered correctly, they only brought the necessary equipment and emergency food for the wild when they came out. There were no potatoes at all. Where did she get a potato from?

not……

Certain thoughts flashed through Lin Lu's mind, and her gaze lingered on W's chest, her expression gradually becoming subtle.

"I put it in my bag."

W seemed oblivious to the very rude look in someone's eyes, carefully controlling the flames to roast the potato skins, and casually gave a reply.

"Potatoes are a good thing. They can be used for ramming when resources are scarce, and with a little modification, they can be made into concealed bombs."

Can I ask how you 'slightly' transformed a potato into a bomb?

He thought to himself that he was complaining, but he didn't say it out loud. Smelling the aroma of potatoes and seeing the moon high in the sky, Lin Lu also felt a little hungry. Of course, he didn't want to eat the potatoes. The emergency food produced in Longmen was quite good, and it tasted much better than potatoes.

But just as he was carefully considering whether to grab something to eat or lie down a little longer, the roar of vehicle engines suddenly rose from the night, and bright headlights pierced the darkness. At a glance, there were at least a dozen vehicles speeding toward him from the horizon.

The mission to protect the Tower of Babel was carried out in stages, with clear division of labor among the teams. There was no follow-up support, so the identities of these people who suddenly approached were self-evident.

"Enemy attack."

Lin Lu rolled off W's legs to paint, immediately pulled down the tent stuck in the ground and threw it into the weeds next to it. At the same time, she tackled W to the ground, rolled on the spot, and rolled into the pit she had dug in advance, pulling the camouflage cloth to cover herself.

A dozen or so vehicles indicate that at least several dozen enemies are approaching, and rashly exposing oneself could easily lead to a concentrated long-range attack.

Lin Lu herself wasn't too afraid, but the key was that she had W by her side, so she had to be more cautious. After all, the purpose of bringing her on this mission was to train in combat, not to send her to her death.

"Have you checked your landmines beforehand?"

"The inspection is complete. Should we proceed with remote detonation now?"

W pressed himself tightly against Lin Lu, fumbling for a simple remote control in his pocket, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

She might not be outstanding in terms of combat ability, but she was extremely confident when it came to planting landmines and making explosives. When those people reached the location where the landmines were planted, they would be greeted with a 'big gift'.

"Wait a minute, listen to my orders. After detonating, do not approach the battlefield. Provide me with remote support from the edge."

Lin Lu carefully calculated the distance and position of the convoy, then gave a low command, her body tense, ready to take action.

"3, 2, 1... Explode!"

As soon as he finished speaking, W pressed the detonation button almost simultaneously. He then felt the weight pressing on him suddenly disappear, and there was no trace of Lin Lu in the sunken pit.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

In the darkness of the wilderness, a dozen dazzling flames suddenly rose up, and in an instant, smoke and clouds filled the air. Caught off guard, the entire convoy was thrown into chaos. Two vehicles were overturned by landmines, and the rest were also damaged in the explosions, some even colliding with each other.

As expected, the convoy came to a stop.

Lin Lu had no intention of holding back against these people; this was a real battlefield, and there was no room for mercy.

Accompanied by a resounding dragon roar, a thick fog of frost descended, spreading with astonishing cold and enveloping most of the convoy. Under the moonlight, the frost was biting cold.

Before the flames from the explosion had even subsided, the cold dragon's breath descended from the sky, extinguishing the flames while releasing a large amount of water vapor. In an instant, the fog filled the area, covering it with a thick fog so dense that one could not see their own hand in front of their face, making it impossible to distinguish between the sky and the ground.

puff!

A sudden burst of crimson light appeared, and a sharp, invisible blade materialized out of thin air. A thick cloud of blood mist stained the surroundings, and a strong stench of blood spread. A Sarkaz mercenary who was moving toward the center had no chance to resist. His body suddenly stiffened, and a conspicuous bloodstain bloomed on his neck, becoming increasingly obvious.

He struggled to raise his arm as if to say something, but it was too late; the slit to the throat was precise and elegant, leaving him no time whatsoever.

puff~

Heads fell, bodies tumbled, blood stained the sand red. The mercenary's death seemed to flip an invisible switch, and something called fear began to spread beneath the thick fog.

A powerful assassin lurks within this thick fog, watching intently!

Years of experience in the deadly arena have enabled the mercenaries to react swiftly. Dragging their limbs, stiffened by the frost, they stand back to back, moving slowly while remaining vigilant of every inch of air around them. A powerful assassin has vanished into the thick fog; no one knows from which direction he will appear, or whose throat that blade will pierce in the next second!

Silence spreads silently, and fear proliferates unchecked.

Pfft!

Another mercenary fell, still with a precise and efficient fatal blow.

Without form or sound, it was as if an unseen ghost was attacking them. The invisible blades were so sharp that they couldn't even discern the angle of attack, as if they could slice through anyone's neck at any moment.

In the darkness, the fog was thick and showed no sign of dissipating.

The mercenaries, back to back and wary of their surroundings, slowly moved toward the center, attempting to use their collective strength to fight against the unseen calamity.

However, this had no effect.

Until the next person fell to the ground, no one saw any trace of the assassin.

He was like the Grim Reaper walking in the fog, and it was precisely because of the unknown that he was even more terrifying.

"Sorcerer, find a way to disperse this fog!"

At the very center of the group, the burly Sarkaz warrior spoke in a deep voice. Beside him, the mage who had stood shoulder to shoulder with him for many years was ready to use his Originium Arts. A strong wind suddenly rose from nowhere!

The reason they didn't step forward to organize a team immediately was because they were afraid of being targeted by assassins lurking in the fog and becoming their primary elimination targets. Now that the fog is about to be blown away, even the most powerful assassins cannot continue their killing spree in full view of everyone!

The Sarkaz warrior was very confident in this. He had dealt with more than one assassin before. Once their tracks were exposed, the killers dragged into the front lines were like livestock to be slaughtered, posing no threat whatsoever.

'Just wait, you'll pay the price soon!'

As he was thinking this, the next second, his half-closed pupils suddenly opened, and a blood-red color rapidly expanded in his eyes!

Chapter Eighty-Eight: Bloom! The Shadow of Death!

Blood splattered, like blooming roses.

In the thin mist, the invisible Grim Reaper struck once more, an unseen weapon piercing precisely into the sorcerer's throat, sealing his life in one stroke.

There was no breath, no trace, no form.

It was as if real ghosts were attacking them; an unspeakable fear spread through the hearts of every mercenary, and the pungent smell of blood stirred everyone's nerves.

laugh!

As the fog dissipated, another blood flower quietly bloomed. The pale moonlight drifted down, and without the fog's cover, the atmosphere in the group not only did not improve but became even more eerie.

An unseen enemy wields unseen weapons, recklessly devouring life after life. Former comrades fall one after another, and no one even knows what killed them!

The enemy roamed in the darkness, and they became toys to be manipulated at will!

"Get out here! You fucking have the guts to get out here!"

After the extreme suppression came the extreme explosion. When another team member fell before his eyes, his clothes stained with blood, the burly warrior could no longer hold back and roared loudly at those around him.

Fourteen! A full fourteen!

That damned assassin killed fourteen mercenaries right before his eyes, reducing the entire team by a quarter, and he didn't even know who the enemy was!

A strong sense of powerlessness and fear of his position arose from the depths of his heart. As a mercenary leader who had been through many battles, he knew all too well that if things continued like this and he continued to be dragged into the enemy's rhythm, then everyone in the team would die under that invisible blade, and no one would be able to escape!

That damned assassin was like the Grim Reaper himself. All they could see were their teammates falling one after another without warning, their blood staining the ground a dark red. Such a bizarre scene was enough to drive anyone mad!

Ding!

His eyes were empty, but his honed intuition saved his life at the crucial moment.

An unseen weapon slammed into the spine of the two-handed greatsword, the immense force reverberating along the broad metal. The sheer power was so great that the mercenary captain had to stagger back a couple of steps before he could catch the blow.

Swing your sword and sweep!

Although he still couldn't see the person's form, he knew that the person must be right in front of him!

clang!

The clang of metal rang out, and sparks flew!

In the silent night, that flash of firelight was so dazzling that almost all the mercenaries who could attack it reacted instantly, their swords and spells flying toward the same spot.

In a fleeting moment, a distorted trace appeared in the empty void, faintly forming a faint outline.

It's the assassin! He's appeared!

The mercenaries, who had been tormented by unspeakable fear for a long time, were greatly encouraged and launched an attack on the location of the shadow and the surrounding area.

However, their attack had barely begun when darkness descended...

The pitch-black fog appeared out of nowhere, and the whole world seemed to fall silent in an instant, with all senses being completely deprived upon contact with the black fog.

The black mist permeating the moonlight was like the deepest darkness, or a colossal beast that devoured everything, attempting to swallow everyone into the abyss.

The mercenary leader roared and howled in anger, attacking wildly in his surroundings in an attempt to find the person's true identity. However, what he received in return was a sharp chill!

A cold sensation spread across the skin of my neck, as something icy pierced through the flesh without hindrance, tearing open the wound.

His sword-wielding motion abruptly stopped. Intense fear caused his pupils to shrink to tiny dots, his clear mind became sluggish, and his lucid consciousness gradually faded. Before he completely succumbed, he seemed to see a man wielding a strange black blade emerge from the mist, blood dripping from the tip of the blade—eerie and terrifying.

He saw it, but the price was his own life.

The burly body fell to the ground, scattering dust and smoke. The black mist that had filled the area dissipated, and the mercenary team, which had originally numbered over fifty, was now reduced to less than thirty. The corpses of their comrades lay at their feet, and the headless body of their leader crashed down, as if striking the hearts of everyone present.

The invisible Grim Reaper was reaping lives with impunity right under their noses, and they were powerless to do anything about it!

How is this any different from a lamb to the slaughter?!

The death of the mercenary leader seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back. The mercenaries, whose minds and bodies were completely dominated by fear, could no longer maintain their composure and calmness. Cries and curses erupted almost simultaneously.

They want to surrender.