One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

Rumbling--

Rumbling--

Before the first rays of morning sunlight could penetrate the thick miasma of Nathan Island, the earth began to tremble with a chilling tremor.

Inside the makeshift, dilapidated camp tents.

"ah!!"

A short, startled cry.

The fallen queen, Nathan, who had only been rescued the night before, suddenly awoke from a nightmare. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her golden eyes were filled with terror. Instinctively, she reached for the golden branch beside her.

"Stop howling."

Zhang Chulan squatted at the tent entrance, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his face ashen as if he had just swallowed a pound of flies.

He pointed outside, his lips twitching.

"We've been surrounded and trapped."

King Nathan scrambled out of the tent.

The next second, she froze on the spot, her face turned deathly pale, and she even forgot to breathe.

As far as the eye can see.

A large area of ​​the once lush primeval forest has been leveled.

The black torrent of steel formed an impenetrable high wall, completely surrounding the small camp.

There were more than a dozen heavy main battle tanks, their dark cannons gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the morning light, all pointing straight at the center of the camp.

And in the gaps between tanks and armored vehicles.

Hundreds of fully armed soldiers formed a square formation.

They wore Behemoth's latest individual exoskeleton suits, their heavy assault rifles glowing with a blue light as they charged. Each face was covered by a tactical visor, obscuring their expressions; only a palpable, palpable aura of menace could be felt.

This is not arresting people.

This is clearly the setup for a war of annihilation.

"Behemoth..."

King Nathan's voice trembled, his teeth grinding together:

"That's their armored division... They actually deployed their regular troops to the island just to capture me..."

Wang Zhenqiu no longer had his usual carefree and smiling demeanor.

He held the tablet, staring at the dense red dots on the screen, his brow furrowed.

"It's a little troublesome."

"These guys cut off all the signals, and... look at the sky."

Everyone looked up.

Several armed helicopters hovered at low altitude, their huge rotors whipping up strong winds that scattered the campfires in the camp.

Nourishes—

A piercing crackling sound of electricity rang out.

Immediately afterwards, a cold, mechanical voice, amplified by a loudspeaker, echoed throughout the camp:

"Listen up, you strange beings inside."

"The only person we're looking for is King Nathan."

"Hand over the target immediately, put your hands behind your head, and leave the camp."

"Repeat it once, hand over the target immediately."

"You have three minutes."

"otherwise……"

Click click click.

At the warning, the turrets of the dozen or so tanks around them spun simultaneously, emitting a sickening mechanical screeching sound. In that instant, all the gun barrels and cannons locked onto the rickety little tent.

The oppressive feeling of having thousands of gun barrels pointed at you is enough to break anyone with a weak mentality on the spot.

Zhang Chulan swallowed, feeling his throat go dry.

Although he had seen big scenes before, this was a real modern army!

Fighting with supernatural beings is the same thing.

To confront this steel torrent head-on is a completely different matter.

"What should we do...?"

King Nathan gripped the golden branch tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white, and looked at Zhang Chulan with despair in his eyes:

"Hand me over, and maybe you can save your lives... I..."

Splash!

At this critical moment.

The largest tent flap, which had been tightly closed, was impatiently yanked open from the inside.

Zhang Taichu was wearing loose cotton pajamas and flip-flops, and his hair was a mess, like a bird's nest.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and let out a long yawn.

"It's so noisy..."

Zhang Taichu squinted, not even glancing at the tanks in front of him, but instead picked at his ear, his voice hoarse and gloomy:

"What are you yelling about so early in the morning?"

"Don't you know that disturbing someone's sleep will get you struck by lightning?"

Upon seeing this, the Behemoth army on the opposite side was clearly taken aback.

"Grandmaster Uncle!!"

Zhang Chulan quickly moved closer, lowering his voice and speaking urgently:

"Wake up! Look ahead! Tanks! Tanks everywhere!!"

"Behemoth is going to wipe us out!"

Zhang Taichu lowered his hand and slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze swept over the dark mass of soldiers, then glanced at the helicopters circling overhead, and finally settled on the loudspeaker still belching black smoke.

"oh."

Zhang Taichu responded expressionlessly.

"Is this all the junk you've got?"

He smacked his lips, seemingly extremely bored with the scene:

"Alright, stop making such a fuss."

After he finished speaking, under the gaze of thousands of eyes...

King Nathan stared in disbelief.

Zhang Taichu, wearing flip-flops, walked unsteadily step by step toward the steel encirclement.

Da, da, da.

The sound of slippers hitting the ground seemed particularly jarring and comical in this battlefield where only the roar of engines could be heard.

Zhang Taichu stopped about thirty meters away from the fully armed soldiers.

The commander on the other side sat in the armored command vehicle, looking at the ignorant Eastern Taoist priest through the periscope, a cruel sneer appearing on his lips.

"A reckless madman who doesn't know what's good for him."

The commander pressed the communicator, about to give the order to fire.

But then Zhang Taichu suddenly lowered his head.

He stretched out his right foot, which was wearing flip-flops, and casually rubbed the toe on the damp mud.

Then, a crooked, uneven horizontal line was drawn on the ground.

After drawing the lines.

Zhang Taichu withdrew his foot and wiped the mud off his trouser leg.

then.

He raised his head.

Those eyes, which had been somewhat sleepy, suddenly became colder than the morning air.

He stood there, in his pajamas, facing a modern army capable of destroying a small country, and spoke calmly.

The sound wasn't loud.

But it reached everyone's ears clearly, even drowning out the roar of the tanks.

"This line."

Zhang Taichu pointed to the ridiculous mark on the ground:

"Those who cross the line..."

"die."

After saying those four words.

Zhang Taichu yawned, not even bothering to glance at it again.

He turned around abruptly, his back to the thousands of dark gun barrels, and waved his hand as if shooing away a swarm of annoying flies:

"Don't bother me if there's nothing wrong."

"This humble Taoist priest needs to go back and catch up on some sleep."

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The commander in the command vehicle was stunned.

The soldiers in the front row were stunned.

Even Zhang Chulan and Wang Zhenqiu behind them were stunned.

mad.

That's outrageous.

Are they treating the Behemoth army on the other side like it doesn't exist?!

"Hahahahaha!!"

After a few seconds of silence, a burst of hysterical laughter erupted from inside the armored vehicle.

The commander was laughing so hard he almost cried. He slapped his thigh and yelled into the microphone:

"Did you hear that?"

"That Eastern monkey said...that's the line between life and death?"

"Hahaha! That's hilarious!"

"What did he think this was? Magic? Or witchcraft?"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The commander's face instantly turned ferocious, and he slammed his fist on the control panel:

"This is an insult to Behemoth!!"

"Get them!!"

"First Assault Team! All troops, charge!!"

"Bring him back to me! I want to tear his mouth apart myself!!"

"Yes, Sir!!"

The fifty elite soldiers in the front row roared in unison.

Click!

The exoskeleton was powered at full capacity, emitting the hum of hydraulic transmission.

They charged towards the figure in pajamas with unparalleled force, like a pack of steel beasts.

A distance of thirty meters.

For these enhanced warriors, it was only a blink of an eye.

"It's over..."

King Nathan closed his eyes in despair.

Zhang Chulan had already condensed his lightning magic to its limit, ready to rush out and fight to the death at any moment.

Nearly.

closer.

The leading soldier looked at the dirt line that was so close at hand, a disdainful sneer appearing on his face behind his mask.

A broken line?

I'll step on it and show you!

He lifted the steel-encased combat boot and stepped heavily over the crooked trail.

One step and it landed.

pat.

The boots stepped into the mud within the lines.

then.

There was no warning whatsoever.

The soldier who was just grinning, his muscles taut, and he was going all out.

It's like a puppet whose strings have been suddenly cut.

It crashed straight down, hard and solid... onto the ground.

His momentum was still there, and his body slid more than a meter on the ground until he stopped behind Zhang Taichu.

Followed by.

Thump, thump, thump, thump...

The series of dull thuds as people fell to the ground sounded like the drumbeats of death, resounding rapidly.

All the soldiers who crossed that line.

No matter how strong their physiques are, no matter how advanced their mechs are.

It all happened the instant that foot touched the ground.

They all fell down in unison.

It only lasted two seconds.

Inside that crooked, earthen line, corpses were piled up.

Even through the thick tactical masks, you could see that they were still in the charging posture, with their fingers still on the trigger.

but.

Their hearts.

stopped.

He could die so suddenly.

There wasn't even a struggle.

call--

A morning breeze swept by, swirling up a few withered leaves that landed on the cold mechs.

The roar of the tank engine, which had been going on, now sounded so jarring.

Inside the command vehicle.

The commander, who was still shouting wildly, opened his mouth wide and made strange gurgling sounds from his throat, as if someone was choking him.

He stared intently at the row of black vital signs monitoring bars on the screen that instantly appeared.

A total of fifty people...

In an instant...

Total annihilation?!

"This...this is impossible..."

"What is this...?"

The remaining hundreds of soldiers, who were preparing for a second charge, were frozen in place.

They looked at the seemingly ordinary dirt line.

now.

Above that line, it seemed as if an invisible, gaping maw was silently mocking their ignorance.

fear.

An extreme fear of the unknown, originating from the depths of one's soul, spread like a plague throughout the entire army in an instant.

No one dared to move again.

Even breathing became a cautious affair.

And in this suffocating silence.

The figure in pajamas continued to walk slowly back.

He didn't even turn his head.

It was as if what had just died wasn't fifty fully armed enhanced warriors.

But only a few were trampled to death...

Ants that disturb my peaceful sleep.