Late Ming Dynasty: Summoning players from Liaodong to support the Ming Dynasty

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

Hu Yongqiang's roar was filled with a frenzied madness, a desire to destroy everything in the process.

The sword, imbued with all his strength and hatred, magnified rapidly in Wang Han's vision, its sharp wind even stinging his cheek.

too fast.

That's too close.

Wang Han's mind went blank. All his plans and schemes had become meaningless at that moment. All he could do was watch helplessly as the cold light of death struck his skull.

It’s over.

I need to go back to town to respawn.

This was the last thought that flashed through his mind.

In Qian Lele's live stream, all the comments disappeared in that instant.

The camera was fixed on the critical moment on the wall, where the silver-armored young general and the ferocious avenger formed a tragic and dramatic picture of death.

"President!"

Holy crap!

After a brief pause, the barrage of comments erupted like a torrent, but only the most primal exclamations remained.

However, just as the blade was about to touch Wang Han's helmet...

A streak of silver light shot out from the darkness to the side without warning, so fast that the naked eye could not catch its trajectory!

"clang--!"

A deep, muffled sound, like a giant bell being struck hard by a battering ram, suddenly exploded!

The sound was not the crisp sound of weapons parrying, but a savage collision of pure force, making people's eardrums buzz.

Mars burst open in the darkness, creating a dazzling cluster of stars.

Hu Yongqiang's deadly strike, imbued with all his strength and resentment, was abruptly halted in mid-air. The blade was less than three inches from Wang Han's brow, yet it could not advance even an inch further.

An irresistible and terrifying force surged back through the blade!

"Well!"

Hu Yongqiang let out a muffled groan, feeling as if his tiger's mouth had been branded with a red-hot iron, and his entire right arm instantly lost all feeling. He lost his footing and was jolted back three large steps by the force, each step making a heavy echo on the hard cement wall, barely managing to avoid falling to the ground.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Above the wall, all was deathly silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene.

In Qian Lele's live stream, the barrage of comments that had just been flooding the screen because the president was about to "give away" the prize was instantly cleared out, and then exploded with ten times the density!

What did I see? Teleportation?

What was that silver light just now? Was it a special effect? ​​Does this game even have entrance effects?

No! Look at what's in front of the president!

A long, silver-white spear appeared out of nowhere, its blade gleaming coldly in the torchlight. With absolute steadiness, it stood precisely between Wang Han and Hu Yongqiang's blades.

Behind the gun, a tall figure stood steadily.

His black armor and dark cloak fluttered silently in the night wind, his figure as imposing as a mountain peak. Just by standing there, he seemed to become the sole center of this killing field.

It is Chu Ze.

He stood calmly in front of Wang Han, holding a long spear, as if he had been there from the very beginning.

He didn't even look at Hu Yongqiang, whose face was full of horror. Instead, he turned his head to Wang Han, who was still in shock and hadn't recovered yet, and spoke calmly.

"Good command, but next time, stand further back."

Wang Han's mouth was slightly open, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out two dry words from his throat.

"General..."

All the players who witnessed this scene were collectively petrified.

The main antagonist in their eyes, the behind-the-scenes NPC who only issued quests, edited promotional videos, and occasionally showed off with the miracle sandbox, actually...

How could someone possess such terrifying personal combat skills?

After a strange silence that lasted for three seconds, Qian Lele's live stream room exploded.

[Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! What just happened?!]

[It's the GM! It's Chu Ze! He's made his move!]

[An NPC came to the rescue? Wait! Is this the kind of combat power an NPC should have? One shot and the boss was knocked back?!]

[This scene! This movement! This marksmanship! It's so cool I can't even close my legs! Mom, I'm in love!]

[Record! Record now! The best CG scene of the year for "Iron-Blooded Jiangshan" has been born! This is a hundred times more exciting than the trailer he edited himself!]

[I knew this game was something else! The main faction leader is actually the hidden power ceiling! I love this feature!]

On the wall, Xiao Ran's eyes, which always held a combative gleam, were now filled with shock. She stared intently at Chu Ze's posture with the gun, a posture she had never seen before, simple to the extreme, yet flawless, as if the spear was an extension of his body.

In the shadows of the maze, Qin Jue's figure also froze for once. He looked at Chu Ze on the city wall, and the speed with which Chu Ze burst forth and the precise grasp of timing made even this self-proclaimed top assassin feel a chill.

Meanwhile, players who had just finished their battles throughout the maze witnessed this mind-blowing scene through live streams and the shouts of their teammates.

"Meat Bro! Stop looting! Look up at the sky! A god has descended to earth!"

Shi Dali looked up and saw Chu Ze's imposing back. He scratched his bald head and roared in a deep voice.

"Awesome!"

Amidst the deafening roar, Chu Ze finally turned his icy gaze toward Hu Yongqiang across from him.

With a flick of his wrist, the heavy spear emitted a soft, dragon-like cry, its tip tracing a silver arc before steadily pointing towards Hu Yongqiang's throat.

"Hu Yongqiang, your death is near."

The tone was flat, yet it was an unquestionable verdict.

Several players from the [Shenzhou] guild who had just realized what was happening immediately rushed forward to protect their guild leader and, incidentally, gang up on the BOSS that had almost succeeded.

Chu Ze didn't even turn his head; he simply raised his left hand casually, making a gesture of stopping him.

"All of you, step back."

The noisy wall fell silent instantly.

All the players instinctively stopped in their tracks, staring in awe at the figure's retreating back.

"Clean up this mess, you guys get to it."

Chu Ze's voice echoed throughout the entire venue.

"I'll deal with the traitor."

This is not just an order, but a declaration.

What he wanted was not just a victory, but a public trial and a demonstration of his authority over everyone.

Hu Yongqiang gripped the knife hilt tightly, his arm still trembling slightly from the terrifying force he had just felt. Looking at Chu Ze before him, at those unfathomably deep eyes, a despair even more profound than when he was trapped in the maze overwhelmed his heart.

All his scheming and ruthlessness became a laughable, self-humiliating joke in front of this man.

Chu Ze's aura dominated the entire scene. He slowly retracted his spear, the butt of which lightly touched the hard brick wall.

He beckoned to Hu Yongqiang, who was already terrified.

"Come, let me see, how much of the Ming people's backbone do these Tartar dogs still have?"