Where Are Our People?

The impression A Silly Cutie gave people always kept their attention focused on her status on various leaderboards and her heaven-defying beauty.

Most players felt love and admiration for A Silly Cutie. Even if there were many worshippers, what they worshipped was A Silly Cutie's status and appearance.

As for A Silly Cutie's strength, few people would acknowledge it.

Even though she had previously been able to fight 1 vs 400 and defeat Anti-Cutie Shakes the World's people, at the end of the day, with great gods like the Twelve Gods around, in terms of strength, A Silly Cutie was always suppressed and couldn't raise her head.

So when A Silly Cutie descended from the sky, flying downward, everyone thought she was giving up on Luo Cloud City and leading the charge in suicide.

After all, they had held on for so long and Skeleton Big Brother still hadn't returned. Anyone would be unable to bear it, let alone a delicate weak woman like A Silly Cutie.

"What is Little Meng doing? We've defended for three days. Maybe he's about to return. Going to die now, wouldn't that make all our efforts in vain?"

Knowing that things had reached this point and he was powerless to stop it, Yun Long, who was defending the east gate, could only let out a helpless sigh.

"You trash from Cutie Shakes the World, hurry up and open the city gates to surrender! Do you only know how to hide in your turtle shells seeking protection from women? Haha!"

Below the city, Mirage Tower's deputy commander Inoue Tenka taunted proudly.

However, he also knew the battlefield was too noisy and chaotic, so he conveniently posted the same message on world chat to start mocking Cutie Shakes the World, drawing angry curses from a crowd of players.

But Inoue Tenka had long known there would be such a situation and continued to post several more messages regardless.

"This is the strength of your Chinese region's number one guild? Haha, just this? A bunch of cowards who only know how to hide in turtle cities. Not one who can fight. You can't even withstand a vanguard unit from our Great Japanese Empire. What kind of number one is that?"

On world chat, because of his two sentences, it immediately boiled over.

Countless players spent their meager gold coins to wildly curse Inoue Tenka on world chat.

After posting these two sentences, Inoue Tenka didn't continue posting more but watched the following stream of abuse with cold laughter.

"A bunch of idiots, let you curse all you want. Haha, once our Mirage Tower takes Luo Cloud City, let's see what farts you have left to make."

"Sure enough, as Eastern-kun said, since ancient times, China only knows how to show off verbally, bragging about their strength as if it were divine. Their real strength is actually so pathetic~"

"Hmm? What's going on? Why is it so chilly?"

Before Inoue Tenka could finish speaking, he suddenly felt cold all around and immediately became suspicious.

By his ear, there was no longer the continuous sound of arrows breaking through air. All around, it was eerily quiet.

Realizing something was wrong because world chat mode blocked his vision, Inoue Tenka quickly exited it to see what exactly had happened.

But the bizarre scene before his eyes shocked him greatly.

Because at some unknown time, corpses were scattered across the ground in front of him.

His mage corps and archer corps seemed to have been killed entirely by some strange power in an instant!

But on the ground, there was no trace of blood at all, which was extremely bizarre. Only a few scattered swordsmen remained standing in place.

To Inoue Tenka's left and right, roughly speaking, only a few dozen priests remained, standing there dumbfounded with expressions of suspicion, mouths agape as if they had seen ghosts.

Everyone else was scattered across the ground with their weapons and armor tossed aside, their fate uncertain, whether dead or alive.

In the distance, beneath the towering city wall, a gorgeous woman in blue mage robes, holding a crimson staff, was stepping on Mirage Tower members' corpses, walking toward them against the wind.

The blue ribbons of her mage robes danced in the wind, and her face carried a faint smile, adding several degrees of beauty to the gorgeous woman.

But Inoue Tenka had no time to appreciate beauties right now.

Because as the crimson staff spun in the woman's hand, hundreds of undead wreathed in golden light appeared instantly. They wielded golden long blades, and golden soul fire burned in their eye sockets as they emerged from the ground behind the walking gorgeous woman.

These undead were wreathed in dazzling golden light, making anyone who saw them know they were not to be trifled with.

As the crimson staff moved slightly forward, the undead, shining with golden light under the blazing sun, seemed to receive a command. They carried fierce killing intent and followed behind the gorgeous woman, stepping over the Mirage Tower members and surging toward them like a tsunami.

Inoue Tenka shuddered all over and slapped the head of a priest closest to him hard.

Slap!

"Wake the hell up! What exactly happened just now? Where are our people?"

This bizarre scene left Inoue Tenka completely bewildered.

How did his people disappear in the time it took him to send two messages?

"Where are our 2,008 elite archers?"

"Where are our 1,800 elite mage corps members?"

"Where are our 771 guard knights?"

"Where are our 932 self-defense swordsmen?!"

"Tell me, how the hell did they all die?!!"