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Daniel thought it over for a moment and decided that, for this World War, he would only deploy high-level combat power.

He would not bring ordinary players or ordinary NPCs.

Taking the [Holy Angel Legion] alone would be enough.

The reason was simple—

He did not want to drag things out!

Clean and decisive action was the way a real man did things.

Mobilizing tens of millions of troops at every turn wasted resources and time. It would be far more practical to let the players steadily improve their own strength.

Besides, the level of high-end combat power had already changed. With supreme-grade powerhouses presiding over the battlefield, human wave tactics had long since become useless.

In addition, he also wanted a bit of ceremony.

In his previous lives, whenever the various World Zones began a World War, there had been an unwritten rule.

Before attacking, they would first issue a declaration of war, writing a crusade manifesto of several thousand words and making it seem extremely formal.

Only after the players declared war would the system announcement follow up.

Back then, the various World Zones could still take the opportunity to conduct diplomacy, giving rise to a batch of outstanding diplomatic talents.

But in this life, Daniel alone suppressed the entire world.

No matter how eloquently anyone spoke, they still had to tremble beneath his shadow.

Compared to his previous lives, this was indeed a little boring.

Thinking of this, he opened the game forum and directly threw out a post.

"Declaration of War: World Zone No. 117!"

The content of the post was only one sentence:

"First stop, World Zone No. 117!"

Before long, the number of views soared into the billions.

All the players in Stellar learned the news immediately.

Faustus’s first blade was going to fall on World Zone No. 117!

The players of World Zone No. 117 began leaving comments underneath one after another.

"Arrogant fool! You don’t know death when you see it!"

"@Faustus, we are not those spineless cowards from World Zone No. 1213! The warriors of our World Zone No. 117 are invincible in battle!"

"Although I’m a player from World Zone No. 117, I actually have a brain. Let me be blunt: if you want to make an enemy of a god, go ahead. I’m surrendering first!"

"You coward! You are simply a disgrace to our World Zone!"

"Exactly! With the protection of the gods, our World Zone will definitely defeat Faustus’s so-called undefeated legendary-grade army with ease!"

"That’s right. The reason that cheating dog Faustus can be so arrogant right now is entirely because he has yet to encounter our World Zone No. 117! Once he comes here and gets dealt with, he’ll wake up to reality!"

"Hahahaha... when the time comes, we’ll let all the players in Stellar see who the true number one player of Stellar really is!"

"..."

The confidence of the players in World Zone No. 117 was carved into their very bones.

It was almost absurd.

It was as though destiny itself was supposed to favor them.

If Faustus had not appeared out of nowhere, they probably would have truly regarded themselves as Stellar’s number one World Zone.

More than half of the players in World Zone No. 117 clamored that they would teach Faustus a bloody lesson and make him understand what "untouchable" meant.

The remaining tiny minority were clear-headed, but faced with such one-sided public opinion, all they could do was sigh helplessly.

Naturally, those arrogant remarks drew ridicule from all of Stellar.

"Where did you people get that courage?"

"Faustus alone is enough to flatten the entirety of World Zone No. 117."

"Everyone, how about we make a bet? How long will it take Faustus to break through World Zone No. 117?"

"I guess within one day!"

"That’s too vague. Be bolder. I guess around ten hours!"

"I’ll bet 100,000 gold coins on five hours!"

"..."

...

At Daniel’s command, the million-strong Holy Angel Legion formed ranks in the World Barrier teleportation area like a forest of steel. Their iron wings blotted out the sky, and sacred light surged like a tide!

Accompanying him were also sixteen supreme-grade powerhouses, the aura radiating from their bodies enough to make heaven and earth change color.

This trip was meant to show off his might!

If it truly came to fighting, sixteen supreme-grade powerhouses would already be more than enough.

But he insisted on announcing it to everyone in World Zone No. 117.

I have a million Holy Angel Knights.

To destroy a tiny World Zone like yours, I do not even need to lift a finger myself.

"Set out!"

The World Barrier portal lit up with a thunderous roar, its radiance shooting straight into the clouds.

In the next instant, a world announcement exploded.

[World Announcement: Polaris and World Zone No. 616 have joined forces and officially declared war on [World Zone No. 117]!]

...

World Zone No. 117, above the World Barrier portal.

Daniel hovered in the void, his robes fluttering wildly, like a deity descending into the mortal world.

Before him, millions of players from World Zone No. 117 had actually gathered, forming a so-called "interception army."

But at this moment, those millions of people raised their heads and stared blankly at the lone, peerless figure in midair.

Faustus...

Was he truly a god?

However, an even greater shock followed immediately after.

Buzz, buzz, buzz—!

Buzz, buzz, buzz—!

From within the portal, Holywing Angels emerged one after another.

Ten thousand.

One hundred thousand.

One million!

Over one million Holy Angel Knights formed a neat battle formation in the sky. Their wings connected into a golden canopy, and the shadow they cast covered the earth below.

This scene was like a hammer weighing ten thousand tons smashing brutally into the chests of the players from World Zone No. 117, crushing the confidence they had been so proud of into pieces.

Holy Angel Knights!

One million legendary-grade soldiers!

Was there even any need to fight?

Whoosh—!

Almost in an instant, the millions-strong crowd collapsed and scattered at terrifying speed, fleeing in panic with their heads in their hands.

The legion commander screamed himself hoarse, but he could not make even a single figure stop.

Very soon, beneath those mysteriously confident posts, one gloomy comment after another began appearing.

Those who had once shouted "rather die than submit" were now humbly discussing how to negotiate with Faustus and how to secure dignified terms of surrender.

A faint smile hung at the corner of Daniel’s mouth as he calmly watched the defeated soldiers fleeing across the mountains and plains.

With the experience of several lifetimes, he understood the nature of these people all too well.

This scene had long been within his expectations.

He shook his head.

At this stage, players were still too immature.

The ones who truly controlled the lifeline of a World Zone were still the NPC factions. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Players had yet to develop to the point where they could decide the rise and fall of an entire zone.

NPCs, on the other hand, were often far more aware of the times than players.

They understood better what it meant for something to be impossible to defy!

He raised his hand slightly.

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly entered everyone’s ears.

"March!"

"To the Imperial City!"

...

World Zone No. 117, Imperial City.

Inside the palace, candlelight flickered.

The emperor was surrounded by the powerhouses of the Temple of the Gods, caught in a dilemma with no way forward or back.

"Your Majesty, we should surrender."

"Faustus has more than ten supreme-grade powerhouses under his command. My Temple of the Gods only has two. What are we supposed to use to oppose him?"

The emperor’s face was ashen, and his fingers gripping the armrest of the throne had turned white at the knuckles.

"I understand... but... I am unwilling!"

The powerhouses of the Temple of the Gods all sighed.

"Your Majesty, unwilling or not, there is nothing we can do!"

"For the sake of all the citizens of the empire, we humbly request that Your Majesty make a decision as soon as possible."

The emperor opened his mouth, but no words came out.

What a fine excuse—

For the sake of all the citizens of the empire!

These powerhouses of the Temple of the Gods, who usually shouted about fighting and killing and claimed to be invincible under the heavens, now looked as though they wished they could tie him to a white flag and roll and crawl all the way to Faustus’s feet.

"I am unwilling—!"

The emperor looked up to the heavens and let out a long sigh, his voice filled with helplessness.

...