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

Liu Nian glanced at the system notification and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The newly appeared angel was none other than Liu Nian, who had just arrived at the battlefield of the heavens.

For some reason, this time he wasn't in the Forest of Giants as before, but in a new place called the Ash Wasteland. As soon as he appeared, he witnessed a chase. Before he could even assess his surroundings, a wolf attempted to challenge him.

Using advanced appraisal skills, they took a look—LV325, a group of werewolves over level 300.

Over 300 levels?

Liu Nian almost burst out laughing.

He's currently wearing Saint Gamir's level 999 shell, and these werewolves, who are only around level 300, are no different from ants in front of him. No, at least ants can bite, but these werewolves don't even have the right to bite him—the fear aura brought by the level suppression alone is enough to give them a hard time.

After easily eliminating one werewolf, all the remaining werewolves completely lost the will to fight back.

The dozen or so dire wolves lay prostrate on the ground, displaying a posture of submission—front legs bent, hind legs tucked in, heads pressed to the ground, and tails tucked between their hind legs. Some of the more timid ones even began to tremble, their manes undulating like waves.

The largest dire wolf, Gluck, was lying on the ground, its tail tucked between its legs, tongue lolling out, panting heavily like a dog being scolded by its owner. It dared not look directly at Liu Nian, only glancing at him furtively from the corner of its eye, its pupils filled with terror.

"M-Sir..." Gluck's voice trembled, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, "We meant no offense! My companion only lost his mind after going berserk and that's why he was disrespectful to you! Please...please, sir, have mercy!"

Liu Nian looked down at the group of werewolves who looked like terrified puppies and suddenly realized something.

An angel at level 999 is practically a walking calamity in a place like the Battlefield of the Gods.

No one dared to provoke them, and no one dared to resist them.

Any player who could see his level would not react by attacking upon seeing him—they would either run away or submit. Those who could escape would not hesitate, while those who could not would lie on the ground, wagging their tails and begging for mercy, just like these werewolves.

In other words, relying on the deterrent power of this identity, he often doesn't even need to take action.

All you need to do is stand there, show your face, and say a few words, and things will get done.

This makes many things much simpler to do.

Liu Nian sighed inwardly.

Plans never keep up with changes. He originally intended to rely on his strength to force his way into the battlefield of the heavens, capture legendary creatures, and find Gnomeregan. But now, with this 999-level angel's disguise, many things don't even require fighting—just revealing his level is enough to make the opponent kneel down.

He smiled.

The smile was faint, but on Jamil's refined and cold face, it appeared particularly dangerous—like a drawn sword reflecting a chilling light in the moonlight.

"Robbery," Liu Nian said, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. "If you don't want to die, hand over your valuables."

The werewolves were taken aback by what they heard.

Robbery?

A level 999 angel robbed a player who was only level 300 or so?

Gluck's brain completely short-circuited at that moment. He stared blankly at Liu Nian, his mouth agape, his pupils filled with the question, "Are you kidding me?"

The scene was, how should I put it—like Yao Ming bending down to snatch the shoes Guo Jingming was wearing.

Outrageous.

That's outrageous.

But what's even more outrageous is that they dare not refuse.

"Didn't you hear me?" Liu Nian narrowed his eyes, the halos in his silvery-white pupils seeming to spin faster. "If you can't produce something that satisfies me, none of you will escape."

Gluck's body jerked violently.

He sensed the murderous intent in those words—not a threat, not intimidation, but a statement, a naked statement of fact without any embellishment.

If they can't offer her something that satisfies her, none of them will escape.

Gluck swallowed hard, turned his head with difficulty, and glanced at his companions behind him. The werewolves were also looking at him, their eyes all conveying the same meaning—give them anything, as long as they could live.

The dire wolves began to pluck things out of their shells.

Gluck was the first to turn his storage space upside down—legendary equipment, crystal coins, rare materials, all dumped on the ground. The other werewolves followed suit, scrambling to throw out their valuables, afraid that if they were too slow, the angel would deem them "not satisfactory."

The scene didn't look like a robbery; it looked more like a group of believers making offerings to a god.

Some people took out legendary wristbands they had treasured for many years, some poured out all the crystal coins they had saved up for half a year, and some hesitated for a moment before taking out a pet egg that emitted a seven-colored light from the deepest part of their backpack. They held it in both hands, carefully placed it on the ground, and then took three steps back and lay down.

The worst kind of robbery is when you don't know what the other person wants—you worry that what you offer won't be appreciated, and you also worry that you've offered something too good, exceeding their expectations. What if they think you've offered something too good and suspect you have something even better hidden away?

So Gluck made a very "wise" decision: he handed over all his valuables, leaving nothing behind.

Soon, the ground was piled with a large number of items.

Equipment, crystal coins, materials, skill stones, potions, scrolls... like a small hill, shimmering with colorful light under the dim sky of the Ash Wasteland.

Liu Nian glanced at it using his advanced appraisal technique.

Wow, that's really great!

His eyes lit up at that moment—if angels have eyes.

The following is a list of the items the wolves brought out:

Legendary equipment, four pieces. Although they're not top-tier items, they'll be useful eventually if placed in the guild warehouse.

Crystal coins, over a million. That's no small sum; it'll cover the guild's expenses for quite some time.

Fourteen Battlefield Passes. These are hard to get in the Realm of Abyss, but in the Battlefield of All Heavens, these resident werewolf players have quite a few in stock. With these passes, he can bring more brothers into the Battlefield of All Heavens.

A legendary quality pet egg, one. The eggshell is covered with golden patterns and exudes a warm aura. The creature inside is unknown, but the words "legendary quality" alone are worth a lot of money.

Three Divine Crystals. These are rare items; they can be used to enhance equipment, improve skills, and even break through level caps. Liu Nian searched for them for a long time in the Abyss without success, but unexpectedly obtained three here in one go.

In addition, there are a large number of command balls, rare ores, high-grade herbs, and a whole bunch of strange and wonderful materials.

Liu Nian nodded in satisfaction.

Robbery is still the fastest way to make money!

He looked up at the werewolves still lying on the ground.

"Alright," he said, his voice still cold, but with a hint of...pleasure? "You can get out now."

Gluck felt as if he had been granted a pardon, scrambled to his feet, and ran away.

The other werewolves did the same, using all four legs to dig up trails of dust from the ashes, and ran wildly into the distance without looking back, as if afraid that the angel would change his mind.

In less than ten seconds, more than a dozen dire wolves disappeared at the edge of the Ash Wasteland, leaving behind only a trail of fading footsteps and swirling ashes.

Liu Nian watched their retreating figures, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Then he bent down and began picking up the things on the ground.

One by one, they were all stuffed into the backpack.

Her movements were swift and clean, not at all like those of a level 999 angel.

He seemed more like a bandit who had made a fortune.

"Not bad, not bad," he muttered to himself as he picked them up, "The Battlefield of the Heavens is indeed a good place."

In the distant ashes, several deer-man players were still standing there, stunned.

Cyril, Evans, Benedict, Clarissa, Tracy...

They stared blankly at the image of the angel bending down to pick up something, their minds completely blank.

What kind of development is this?

They were just being chased and were about to be wiped out when a rift opened in the sky, and an angel of level 999 walked out, slapped a werewolf to death, and then—robbed the werewolves.

The angel is now bending down to pick up the spoils, and looks... in a good mood?

Cyril swallowed hard, took two steps cautiously toward Liu Nian, then stopped and bowed deeply.

"M-Sir," his voice trembled, "thank you for saving our lives! We—"

"You're welcome." Liu Nian didn't even look up, continuing to pick up the things. "I was just robbing you, and I saved you while I was at it."

Cyril paused for a moment, unsure of what to say.

After picking up the last item, Liu Nian clapped his hands, straightened up, and glanced at them.

"You should leave," he said. "It's not safe here."

Then, six pairs of pure white wings unfolded, and his figure slowly rose into the air, flying towards the depths of the Ash Wasteland.

Cyril stood there, watching the silvery-white figure fly further and further away until it disappeared into the gray sky.

He remained silent for a long time, then let out a long breath.

"Let's go," he said, turning to his companion. "We're going too."

The deer people helped each other and walked in opposite directions.

Deathly silence returned to the ashes.