Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

Time flies, and another ten days have passed.

Nineteen days have already passed of the thirty-day deadline.

The number of players in the human faction on Earth has dwindled to less than two hundred.

Among those two hundred people, there were stubborn men who refused to back down, lone wolves who hid too deep to be found, and lucky ones who were simply fortunate enough not to have been discovered by the pigmen.

As for the others—

They basically all became vassals of the three chaotic races.

Liu Nian stood on the lookout tower of Longcheng, looking down at the bustling scene below.

Nineteen days of dormancy, nineteen days of waiting, nineteen days of planning—everything is progressing according to plan.

These days, the players in Dragon City haven't been idle; on the contrary, they've made many preparations.

For example, Liu Nian found the pigmen's mobile fortress and left the Abe Bees to closely monitor the location and movements of the war pigs.

He led Little Blue through the ratmen's underground network of tunnels, marking the intricate passages.

He located the Doomsday Cannon and saw the Sun Devourer attacking the goblins. Liu Nian showed the cannon to Arachne, and it seemed impossible to install it on his floating city. This was because the goblin's mystical technology and the floating city were completely different systems. That thing was only useful in the hands of goblins; for others, it was just a pile of scrap metal!

So, Sun Eater is still young! He didn't manage to steal many of the goblin's things that were actually usable!

Not long ago, Xiao Lan helped Liu Nian complete an important task.

The Demon King Jellyfish transformed its body into countless tiny streams of water, seeping deep into the underground of the goblin capital. Among the intricate rock fissures, it found the perfect burial spot—the leyline shock bomb was placed two thousand meters below the foundation's load-bearing nodes, so well hidden that even the goblins' mystical detection machinery could not detect it.

It's just waiting to be detonated.

The reason for choosing to bomb the goblins is, of course, because the pigmen's cities have become mobile fortresses, carried on the back of that mountain-sized war pig, moving around every day. Without a fixed location, burying bombs would be pointless.

The ratmen dug a dense network of tunnels underground, burying their main city deep underground with hundreds of entrances. The city was extremely scattered, with pieces scattered here and there, so even if it were blown up, it might not be possible to wipe it all out.

Therefore, goblins are the best choice.

Their main city is on the ground, built against the mountain, stacked tightly like building blocks, with an extremely dense population. If it were bombed, the entire city would be blown up!

But Liu Nian doesn't intend to detonate it himself.

He knew that once the bomb detonated, the experience points from those goblin players would be credited to him—tens of thousands of goblins, plus the city's own experience points, would be enough to instantly break through level 99 and force him to ascend and leave this place.

Therefore, he had to be very careful with his money.

He wanted to personally kill the giant war pig that carried their main city on its back!

That was the "farewell ceremony" he chose for himself.

Grom's previous concern that inciting human players to harass Dragon City would provoke retaliation from Dragon Kingdom players was completely unnecessary.

There are plenty of reasons why I want to hit you. Whether you use those tricks or not, they will still prevent me from hitting you!

That ancient war boar is one of the pigmen's biggest trump cards. Turning the entire city into a mobile fortress was indeed a brilliant move, but every gain has its loss, and it is also a fatal weakness for them.

Once that war pig is destroyed, the pigmen's capital city will be reduced from a mobile fortress to a pile of ruins. Those pigmen who are still swaggering around in the city will be buried along with it when the city collapses.

Kill two birds with one stone.

As for experience points—

Killing that ancient war boar and gaining experience from destroying a main city made reaching level 100 a breeze.

That was his plan.

He wanted to be the first person to enter the Netherworld.

Go out to explore, to scout out, to discover what that unknown world is really like.

And by the way—let's see if we can come back after becoming "Fogborn".

If I could come back, that would be the best.

If I can't come back—

They will blow up the goblin capital city.

"Ready to make your move?" Wu Zhan's voice came from behind.

Liu Nian turned around and saw Wu Zhan, Wang Mian, Yun Xiangrong, and Du Weize standing not far away.

"Okay." Liu Nian nodded. "After I leave, you'll be in charge of detonating the goblins' area."

"Don't worry." Wang Mian nodded emphatically.

Wu Zhan stepped forward and patted Liu Nian on the shoulder: "Be careful. Although you're ridiculously strong right now, the pigmen's side is, after all, an entire main city, and there's a high chance they have a lot of high-level troops."

Liu Nian smiled and said, "If I can't beat you, I'll run away."

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Thousands of miles away, on the steel plains.

A huge creature is moving slowly.

That was a pig.

A pig so big it defies description.

It is over three thousand meters long, with a back as broad as a mountain range and four giant legs like four moving peaks. With each step, the earth rumbles and the tremors reverberate for dozens of miles around. Its skin is dark gray, covered with thick, rock-like wrinkles, from which flows a reddish light like magma—that is, it is absorbing geothermal energy to power the city on its back.

Its head hung low, its eyes larger than city gates, their pupils burning with a dim yellow flame. Two fangs, hundreds of meters long, extended from the corners of its mouth, their tips gleaming with a metallic sheen, and were covered with the skeletons of unknown creatures.

This is the ancient war boar – Germagang.

It was awakened by the pigmen through a forbidden ritual and became a mobile fortress for the pigmen race.

At this moment, on the back of Germagang stands a majestic city—Ironjaw Fortress.

Ironjaw Fortress boasts a rugged and menacing architectural style. Its black stone walls rise a hundred meters high, with arrow towers every fifty meters, each topped with a massive crossbow. The fortress is densely packed with buildings: barracks, forges, temples, war workshops… At its very center stands a pointed-roof chieftain's hall, its top fluttering the blood-red battle flag of the pigmen.

The entire city swayed slightly with Gelmagon's steps, but the pig-men within were already used to it; the sway was less pronounced than the rocking of a boat. They continued their patrols, training, drinking, and fighting as usual, completely unaware of the swaying beneath their feet.

Inside the chieftain's hall, Grom sat on his throne, enjoying what was now, who-knows-how-many, feast of the day. The long table before him was laden with roasted whole lamb, roasted suckling pig, roasted beef, roasted… roasted everything imaginable, anything that could move, the pig-man could roast.

The pigs are celebrating.

Nineteen days have passed, and humanity is utterly finished. Without the Dragon Kingdom people, the remaining human waste will either become vassals or wait to die in the wild. Once thirty days have passed, the entire human camp will have become wild monsters!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

King Grom the Pig raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"If you calculate the time, there are only eleven days left!"